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Honey froze when he trailed kisses to the center of her chest and over the gentle swell of her abdomen. She didn’t suck her gut in self-consciously. Razor shared his enjoyment of her body with nibbles and stimulating touches. He explored her as if she were a precious treasure he wanted to memorize.
When he reached her adult curls, Razor gently tugged on them with his teeth, gifting her with a slight taste of pain. Her quick inhale drew his gaze to her face. His eyes blazed with desire. Gasping in reaction to his blatant need, she shivered. “More, Daddy,” she begged.
Razor wrapped his powerful hands around her thighs and pressed them apart as he lowered his mouth to her cleft. Holding her gaze captive, he traced her cleft with his tongue. A low hum rumbled from his mouth as he savored her taste.
Tearing his attention away from her face, Razor focused on the display he’d created in front of him. Honey flexed her thighs, trying to pull them back together, but he held her in position. “Gorgeous, Little girl.”
She froze in place, watching him look at her. Just when she thought she’d combust from desire, he leaned forward to explore her. He traced her pink folds with the tip of his tongue, pausing to nibble and suck the sensitive spots he discovered. Again, the prickle of his beard added an extra dimension to his kisses—a hint of pain to accompany the pleasure he built inside her.
Honey was sure she’d never been as wet as she was with Razor. She pushed the thought of the probably out-of-date lubricant she’d bought to use with her last boyfriend from her mind. Was it possible to be too aroused?
The feel of two fingers pressing inside her wiped that question from her mind. He curled them and rubbed against a sensitive spot. Her eyes closed as she savored the sensation. Razor played her body as if they’d made love a million times.
“So good,” she whispered, lifting her hips to encourage him. “Don’t stop.”
“Never, Little girl. Come for Daddy.”
She opened her mouth to tell him she had trouble orgasming as he wrapped his lips around her clit. His gentle sucks on that sensitive spot pushed her arousal higher. Concentrating on the pleasure he built inside her, Honey squeezed her eyes shut so hard she glimpsed bursts of light. A scream burst from her lips as she exploded.
“Razor!” she panted, overwhelmed by the cascading spasms.
“Daddy’s here, Little girl. I love how pretty you come. I need to see that again.”
Nodding eagerly, Honey realized she would have agreed to anything to have his full attention focused on her pleasure. His low chuckle thrilled her. Her wall of inhibitions and doubts crumbled. Could he be her Daddy for real? Her heart craved the relationship he offered.
“Be brave, Little girl. Can you take a chance? I won’t make love to you fully until you decide.”
“Please, Daddy. I need you!”
“Daddy feels the same way, sweetheart.” Razor pushed himself up to kneel next to her.
Running her gaze over the muscular expanse of his bare chest, Honey marveled at his chiseled form. Powerful and strong, he lifted her with ease. Razor roughly unfastened the buttons on his jeans, drawing her attention. When his shaft sprang free of the confining material, her eyes widened in shock.
“Little girl, my cock’s going to catch on fire if you stare any harder.”
She couldn’t pull her gaze away. Automatically, she reached forward to make sure the thick erection was real. His hand wrapped around hers, stopping her a fraction of an inch from his cock.
“I’m on a hair trigger, sweetheart. You can touch me next time,” Razor promised.
Nodding, Honey loved his words. Next time. She reached her fingers partway around his hard, denim-clad thigh when he redirected her hand there. Razor reached into his back pocket and grabbed a condom from his wallet. “I’ve been cleared of anything that could harm you, Honey. I’ll protect you until we work through everything.”
“I’ve been tested.” The doctors had run her through a million different screenings as they’d eliminated potential causes for her illness.
“Good girl,” he praised her and ripped the small packet open with his teeth.
A groan of desire slid from her lips as he rolled the protection over his erection. The erotic view of his fingers moving on his body pushed her desire higher. What was it about watching a man touch himself?
“You’re killing me, Little girl,” he told her before moving to cage her under his form. He slid one large hand under her hips and lifted her toward him. “Wrap your legs around me, Honey.”
She followed his instructions without hesitation, loving his control. There was no bumbling about with Razor. He took charge. She gasped as his cock slid through her juices, stroking across her pink folds. Circling her arms around his neck, Honey rubbed herself against him.
Razor adjusted her slightly, placing the head of his erection at her opening. He brushed her clit with his thumb as he entered her. The slight twinge of discomfort caused by his thickness as he stretched her made her breath catch in her throat and her arousal flamed hotter. Surprised the hint of pain fueled her desire, Honey clutched his broad shoulders, eager to see what else he would help her discover.
As if he understood what she experienced, Razor paused until her fingers released his muscles before he glided deeper. On his next inward thrust the pressure threatened to become too much. Pausing when she tensed, he partially withdrew. When she relaxed, he stroked inside. Repeating this process several times, without any noticeable impatience, Razor finally filled her completely.
Her trust skyrocketed at his gentleness. Razor didn’t rush her. His needs didn’t overpower hers. There was no comparison with others in the past. He was the most caring lover she’d ever had.
With his thick cock fully encased in her, Razor met her gaze. “Damn, Little girl. You feel like heaven wrapped around me. Are you ready for me to move?”
