Page 56 of Beauty and the Daddy
I give her a lazy little smile. "You like what you see?"
She swallows, cheeks flushed.
"Answer me."
"I do."
"Good," I growl, stepping out of the clothes pooled around my feet. "Because I'm going to ruin you for every man who isn't me."
I crowd her against that door, and she's staring up at me, all wide-eyed and breathless.
I slip closer, her skin naked and soft against mine. I'm burning up, and she's the only way to quench that fire.
She breathes with little whimpers when I reach behind her and reach for the clasp of her bra.
It snaps off easily, and I slide those useless straps down her arms.
Now she's naked, glowing in the dim hotel light, a vision I don't deserve.
I travel down from her eyes to those perfect breasts that haunt my dreams.
I pinch a nipple, and her entire body twists like I've got her by the horns.
I grin and slide my hands down her back, and she arches.
"Luca…" she mewls and then hisses through her teeth when I grab her ass, squeeze tight, and lift her off the ground.
She squeals and wraps her legs like ropes around my hips, her arms clinging to my neck like she's fighting for dear life.
I can feel her wetness against the length of my cock, like a home calling me to rest.
I carry her to bed.
She asked for rough, and I'll give her every brutal inch of it.
I don't bother being gentle with the landing. I throw her down on the mattress, looming over her.
She looks wrecked already, with her hair splayed across the pillow and those lips kiss-swollen.
"You still want it rough?"
"Yes." Her voice is wrecked, breathless. "Please."
"Then hold on."
"How rough do you want it, Belle?" I ask, climbing onto the bed and positioning myself between her spread thighs.
"As rough as you can give it," she whispers, and fuck if that doesn't nearly make me lose it right there.
I grab her hips, yanking her to the edge of the bed.
"Then open up." I part her thighs until her muscles stretch.
I position myself at her entrance, meeting her eyes.
When I thrust home in one powerful stroke, burying myself completely, her back arches, a cry tearing from her throat that's pure music.
"Yes," she gasps, nails raking down my back. "Don't stop."
