Page 35 of Broken Daddy

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MONTY

There was a thought to this, but I’d be damned if I could remember exactly what it was at this point.

When she had been ranting to me about my little stunt, all I could think of was her lips. I had been watching her mouth, the way it moved, and the way her eyes flashed when she was angry. God, she was beautiful. I don’t think I had ever seen a woman more thrilling than her. All that fire and strength turned her into a little warrior out to defend herself and those she cared about.

And I wanted a piece of that. Wanted it badly.

And somehow, somewhere, that desire mixed with the need to win her over. The challenge she posed and the way she fought so hard against even the slightest bit of consideration from me was honestly quite a turn-on. She was so determined to stand on her own feet, but as old-fashioned as it might seem, I didn’t want her to have to. I wanted to take care of her. No, more than that. I wanted her to be mine.

The culmination of all those emotions ended up with me kissing her. And then, all rational thought ceased from there.

Jesus. Christ.

I had been surprised by the surge of desire that hit me this morning when I saw her naked breasts, but that was nothing compared to the feeling of her lips under mine. Virulent lust pounded through me and sent a current down my body, one so strong that I pulled back and stared at her in shock for a few seconds.

Her eyes remained shut, her lips still upturned. She seemed to be in just as much shock as I was and was clearly savoring the moment. Then, her eyes slowly opened again, staring up at me in a lustful haze. Damn. I could not resist the pull of the blatant invitation in them. With a groan, I sank back under, taking her lips once more and losing myself in the mindless ecstasy that sent me so high I felt like I was flying.

God, she tasted sweet.

I had never tasted anything quite like her. It was mint with a hint of strawberries, strength, and innocence combined into an intoxicating mixture. I wanted to be gentler, but the urgency beating at me had me ravaging her mouth, holding her head tight against mine for the slow, methodological onslaught. I wanted to possess her, to devour her. I wanted there to be no doubt in her mind that she was mine.

To my surprise, she didn’t fight me. If she had, I would have found it in me to stop this madness, to pull back from the aphrodisiac. But instead, she moaned against my mouth, and her soft lips kissed me back, opening up under mine in unmistakable welcome. She gave only a second of hesitance before her tongue came forward to tangle with mine.

God.

I sucked her tongue desperately, needing another hit, more of the high. My hands moved of their own accord, caressing down her body, around her waist, and to her delectable ass. I had the thought that I was probably being too hasty, squeezing her too hard, but I couldn’t stop myself. Shit, I hadn’t felt this heated in damn near a year, and my body was on fire to feel the rush it had felt that night again.

I pushed my hands under her shirt, felt the heat and softness of her abdomen, and groaned. She moved around restlessly at my touch, unconsciously pushing herself closer to my hands and forcing them higher up her body as if she couldn’t help herself, as if she was an animal in heat. I felt the same way, so I went along with it, taking my time to map out the curve of her body, the exquisite lines, until I finally made it to her breast.

My fingers shook as I molded my hands over the fantastic pair of tits I hadn’t been able to get out of my head since I saw it this morning. She moaned.

“Oh my God,” she gasped.

Before I knew what was happening, I was tugging her shirt up, needing more, to feel her, to taste her.

“Off,” I murmured against her lips as her hands kept getting in the way. “Take it off.”

She pulled back and obeyed, her fingers trembling as they worked the buttons on her work shirt. She undid several until I finally got impatient and simply took the shirt in my hands and ripped it open.

She gasped, but I was too busy taking her in to notice it. God, she was magnificent with breasts high and perfectly rounded, a toned abdomen, and beautiful soft skin dotted with freckles. The first time we made love had been a drunken romp in the dark, and I had not been able to take her in enough at the time, but now I could. I was enchanted by her—captivated, enamored. And then, I couldn’t wait anymore to get my lips on her. I swept her off her feet, walked to the dining table, and set her down on it. Then, I reached forward and pulled down the cup of her bra, releasing a pretty pink nipple already puckered and aching for me.

So perfect.

I sucked it into my mouth.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, her entire body hitting an arch and trembling. Her body melted when I took a draw, and she shifted restlessly on the table as I began to suckle harder, drawing in her essence. I took turns licking and sucking both her nipples, feeling my mind fly further and further away with every gasp, every tremble, every sigh. With every passing moment, my desire to consume her rose until I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to have her.

I leaned back, adjusting her work skirt and pulling it over her hips. She was in a daze at first, but once she realized what I was trying to do, she began struggling to help me, and the words fell from her lips, urging me on by saying, “Hurry. Hurry.”

I nodded, my throat closing up with desire. I wanted to take my time, but I didn’t think I could. I wanted her too much. I felt like I was about to explode with need, so I shrugged off her panties quickly and knelt to lick her center.

Trembling, she screamed, her thighs closing around my ears.

My cock jerked, then throbbed with overwhelming need.

Fuck. She tasted like heaven.Fuck.

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