Page 44 of Broken Daddy

Running his hands down my body, he tugged off my shirt and bra, coming close enough for his beard to graze my nipples, which made me tremble. He glanced at me as he leaned down to start slowly licking it. My breath escaped me in gasps, and I felt his other hand moving down and under my skirt, teasing the seams of my panties. He rubbed slowly over my clit, again and again, not pressing hard enough to give me the pressure I deeply needed but soft enough to tease me, to cause every single nerve to explode and desire to shoot right up with an overwhelming need that physically hurt.

And still, he continued the slow torturous exploration no matter how many times I pleaded for more.

I was going to die.

There was no way passion that’s this sharp, this all-consuming, would allow me to survive, and I felt my consciousness start to slip away. The longer it went on, the more I got lost in it. Time and space meant nothing, and I was simply a sensate being, held on the edge of a painfully sharp pleasure that seemed to have no end in sight.

Before I knew what was happening, the world spun on its axis, and I got the sense of being placed naked, supine on a surface, but I couldn’t tell what it was. I was too lost in the lust tearing through me. I begged him to give me release as his fingers and tongue continued their exploration of my body and kept me at the breaking point for what could have been minutes but felt like hours.

“Please,” I sobbed for what felt like the millionth time. “Please let me come.”

“When I’m ready,” he growled in response, looking up at me with a menacing gaze, his eyes dark. His face was tight, too, his muscles pulled taut in desire so decadent that it was palpable. That was my Hail Mary.

Maybe I could seduce him into taking me once and for all.

I had never done it in my life, but as he touched me, I allowed my hands to come up to cup my breast, rubbing my nipples and increasing my torment all the more. I heard his tortured sound as I continued touching myself, my body undulating under the waves of lust that hit it again and again. I noted his guttural expression, and he looked at me with blatant intensity in his eyes.

“Please,” I whispered again. “Fuck me.”

And just like that, he broke and gave in.

He tore off the rest of his clothes, nearly ripping denim in an effort to get out of his jeans. He was commando, so his cock popped out, but he held back, fisting his cock in his hands for a few seconds as he shut his eyes from the pressure.

“What’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “I gotta take the edge off, or this whole thing will be over before it even starts.”

I reached out to caress him, but he jerked away, pulling back. “Don’t touch me. Just…give me a minute, okay?”

I nodded, although the naughty part of me urged me to do the exact opposite. I began to run my fingers down his chest and abdomen, enjoying every single part of his body until I felt his control snap. I felt him shake, and then he caught my hands in one of his, holding both above my head.

When I started to twist around, he kissed me, taking my mouth ferociously once again as he finally entered me slowly. I screamed into his mouth at the breach, and it mixed with his guttural groan.

“Fuck.” His mouth tore away from mine, his eyes squeezed shut, head flying back. “Shit. Fuck.”

“Please!” I screamed one final time. As if unable to help himself, he began to thrust faster and faster as bright lights flashed before my eyes. I had to squeeze them shut, unable to bear it anymore. I felt the pressure building up again the more he rode me to the edge, not allowing me a reprieve.

And then I was right there…almost…almost…

“Monty,” I screamed as I exploded, the universe splintering before my eyes. I heard him groan as well, and he fused my lips with his own as he came hard.

When it was over, he collapsed on top of me, both of us sated and spent with pleasure.

“Wow,” I murmured after I finally caught my breath.

“Yeah. Give me a minute, and we’ll go for round two.”

“Round two?” I laughed and stared at him with half-lidded eyes. “I don’t think I could survive that.”

“You will. It’s too late to get off this rodeo, girl.” His eyes blazed dangerously yet sensually. “I need more.”

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A dingfrom my phone woke me up from sleep later that day. I had been lying in bed with Monty’s arms tight around me. The sex had been amazing, possibly the best fucking experience of my life, and I really couldn’t fucking wait for more.

But now, we had to deal with the aftermath. There had been no thought about how sleeping together would change the nature of our relationship forever, especially considering we had a child together. If this ended badly, Hunter would be the one most affected, and now that he had a father figure in his life, I didn’t want to take that away.

And I did want Monty in Hunter’s life. From all I had observed, he was a great father, but his PTSD was a cause for concern, though. I didn’t think he could hurt me, really, but his paranoia might hurt Hunter, so we had to do something about it. I turned over to grab my phone, expecting it to be a text from Faith, seeing when I was going to pick Hunter up.

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