Page 14 of The Enemy's Daughter

“You shouldn’t say that,” she said.

“Why? I told you, Bella. I go after what I want, and right now, I want you.”

This didn’t happen to women like her. Men never tried to take anything from her.

“Actually, how about this?”

Before she could react, his lips slammed down on hers, silencing any other protest from her. The hand on her cheek moved to the back of her neck, and she gasped. Blue took the advantage by sliding his tongue into her mouth. Placing her hands onto his chest, she went to push him away, but why? His fingers sank into her hair, holding her in place, and Bella kissed him back with a passion that surprised her.

“You taste so good,” he said, muttering the words against her lips.

In all of her life she had never kissed a stranger. Never wanted to.

Her pussy was slick and her tits so hard.

Need consumed her, and she wondered if her friend Rebecca had been right. She really needed to get laid.

“I think we should go.”

“Is that what you want to do?” he asked. The hand in her hair moved down her body to cup her ass. “There are a lot of other things we can do.”

Temptation was an ugly, ugly thing.

She hadn’t been with a guy in over three years. The last one she had dumped when she’d found him screwing one of his friends in her apartment. The bed with all the covers had been dumped, and a new one delivered the same day. She had expected him to be cheating, and since then, she focused on other things in her life, her job at the veterinary practice being the main one.

Throwing herself into work had been the easiest for her.

Blue teased the edge of her dress.

“I’m going to make this easier for you,” he said.

He pressed her up against the kitchen counter, and in one swift move had her sitting right on the edge. No thought came from her as his hand slid up the inside of her thigh, touching her pussy.

“Oh, baby, you need me as much as I need you.”

No other words left her lips as he pushed her dress up. The look on his face was one of pure torture as he stared down at her black lacy underwear. She liked sexy lingerie. She may be chunky, but she liked to feel sexy.

In one quick move he had the underwear off, and she was bare for him to touch, to taste, to take.

“Oh fuck, look at that pretty pussy.”

She looked down, watching as he spread open the lips of her sex. His thumb slid down the slit, touching her clit, and going for her entrance. Bella cried out as he pushed one finger within her.

“So tight. I’ve got to have a taste.” He removed his thumb, and then his tongue was sliding across her clit, moving backward and forward, and in circles. The pleasure was out of this world, and it shook Bella to the core how easily she responded. Most guys took months to get her to this stage.

What was it about this man?

She didn’t know.

Even with his hair greying at the temples, all it did for her was enhance his sexuality. He was mature, and clearly knew what he was doing.

“You like that, baby?” he asked, plunging his tongue deep inside her, making her moan.

“Yes. Please, don’t stop.”

“You taste so damn good.” He moaned, and his fingers pushed inside, spreading her. “I’m going to need to stretch you out for when you take my dick. You’re so damn tight.”

“It has been a long time.”

“How long?” he asked.

“A couple of years.”

“Then I’m going to remind you of everything you’ve been missing out.”

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