Page 54 of Beauty and the Daddy
"I said I wanted it rough, didn't I?"
"Oh, I'm down." I grin, my eyes flickering to her lips.
She meets me halfway.
The sweet taste of her hits me hard the second my hungry mouth slams onto hers.
I kiss to take, without asking. She lets me, opens up like she's been waiting all damn night, and I groan against her lips.
Her head tilts back from how hard I kiss, and I use one hand to cradle the back of her neck, holding her steady while I ravage her mouth.
I slide my tongue between her lips, and she opens right up like a well.
My tongue goes right in, and she moans into my mouth, her hips grinding up to meet mine.
Even through our clothes, I can feel the heat of her.
It's maddening.
"I need you naked now, Belle," I growl against her lips.
"What are you waiting for? A platter or will the bed do?"
Well damn, she's sassy.
"How about right here? Less chance I lose my damn mind and eat you alive."
She gasps, and my fingers find the zipper of her dress, and I'm too far gone for patience.
I rip the silk open, letting the zipper pull ping against the hardwood.
All I can think ismine, mine, mine.
Her breath catches, but she arches closer with her nails digging into my shoulders.
I shove her against the door, pinning her there. She continues to grind against my hips, and I'm gone.
Just gone.
"You came here for this?" My voice is raw, scraping up from somewhere dark.
She nods, eyes hooded. "Like I said. I want it rough."
Christ. She's killing me.
"Say it again."
"Rough. Hard. Real."
That's all I need to let the games begin.
I drop to my knees in front of her, hands sliding down her sides to the waistband of her thong.
These I take slowly, savoring the reveal. I drag them down inch by inch, my eyes locked on hers as she watches me worship her.
"You're so fucking beautiful."
She's swaying, trying to keep her balance against the door, and I steady her with one palm as she stands above me in nothing but that lacy bra.
