Page 17 of Beauty and the Daddy
I grab her, crush my mouth to hers, and kiss her like I'm starving.
She tastes like she's been waiting for this, mint and heat and something sweet that makes my head spin.
Like aged whiskey after five years sober. One taste and I know I'm fucked.
My brain lights up like neon, buzzing loud, and drowning out everything but her.
I fist my hand in her hair, dragging those silk strands through my fingers as I take her mouth deeper, harder.
She parts for me without hesitation, a needy little moan humming against my lips, and fuck if it doesn't go straight to my cock.
I shove her gently back onto the mattress, my lips still locked on hers.
She clutches at me like she's afraid I'll vanish, with her nails in my hair, then biting my neck, tracing my shoulders.
Every touch is gasoline, and I'm already burning.
"This doesn't make sense," she whispers against my mouth. "I don't even know you."
I trail kisses down her jaw, her neck, finding the pulse point that makes her arch against me.
"Yeah?" I tangle my fingers through her hair, using it to tilt her head back. "You want to stop?"
"No," she gasps as I suck where her neck meets her shoulder. "That's the crazy part."
I grin against her skin. "Crazy's good."
I sit back just enough to grab the hem of her dress, sliding it up and over her head.
And then I just stare, drinking her in.
Fuck me.
She's gorgeous with curves for days. Full breasts straining against a simple black bra. A waist I could span with my hands.
Hips made for gripping while I pound into her.
"You're staring," she says, trying to cover herself with her arms.
I catch her wrists, pinning them gently above her head. "Because you're fucking beautiful."
The blush that spreads down her neck to her chest is the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
So innocent, despite where we are, and what we're doing.
I let go of her wrists and trace a finger down her sternum, between her breasts, to her navel.
Her skin pebbles with goosebumps, trembling beneath my touch.
And then there's that shy little blush sliding down to her breasts… fuck.
She looks like she's never been touched, but her body's begging me like it already knows who owns it.
"I've been wanting to touch you since the moment I saw you," I admit. "Walking into my home like a breath of fresh air in that sundress."
"Not everyone looks good in black." She licks her lips, her eyes sliding down between my legs.
I groan and flick off the hooks of her bra, sliding it off her shoulders.
