Page 15 of Sweeter

He snorts and moves to keep kissing me, but I hold a finger between our lips. “I need to say something important.”

Will kisses my outstretched finger. “Go ahead.”

“Wherever we go from here, you’re not allowed to try and support me, okay?”

“Okay,” he says, but his eyes are twinkling.

“I’m serious! I like you and I know you have a lot of money, but I don’t want what we have to be tainted by the whole…”

“Sugar baby catfishing extravaganza?”

“Exactly. I want to get to know you on a clean slate. I want us to be equals.”

He nods, but he’s still giving me that ‘rules are for suckers’ smirk. I wish I was immune to its charm, but I’m a heterosexual woman, not the Dali Lama. I give him the sternest look I can muster then cradle his jaw and press my lips to his. It’s a slow kiss but it accelerates rapidly, both of us shifting our hips, rubbing against each other. Will slides his tongue into my mouth like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I don’t usually like deep kissing, but this feels like heaven. My pussy contracts as I imagine him licking me with the same lazy confidence. Great minds really must think alike because Will pulls back, heat blazing in his blue eyes. “I want to go down on you until you scream.”

I shiver despite the warmth. “That sounds so good…” I bite down on the word I want to add.Daddy.

It’s too soon. I don’t know if Will is into that kind of thing, even though he’ssucha daddy. I couldn’t see it at first, but now there’s no denying it. He brought me doughnuts and fixed my car. He slays blue jeans and now he’s holding me up and kissing me like I weigh nothing. He’s a daddy; the question is, can he be mine?

Will squeezes my ass. “Where’s your bed, beautiful?”

“Down the hall to the left.”

He carries me there and lowers me gently onto my sheets; another tick in the ‘daddy’ column. I wrap my legs around his back and try to pull him on top of me, but he resists, scrubbing his hand across his sandy curls. “Is this too fast? I like you so fucking much; I don’t want to ruin this.”

His words are like a shot to the chest, too big and lovely to be real. I pull him closer and he falls in a warm tumble onto my body.

“I don’t know if it’s too fast,” I say. “But I really want you. Maybe we just have to be brave?”

Will traces my cheek with his cold fingertips. “I can be brave.”

Then we’re kissing again, tearing off each other’s clothes and touching everything, everywhere as fast and much as we can. Will sucks my nipples and the heat of it zaps through me like friendly lighting. Maybe wearerushing, but I don’t want to slow down. I don’t want to slowly round the bases and try to feel three dates’ worth of intimacy in thirty minutes. Time is an idea; reality is the flex of Will’s back, the clean softness of his hair, the fact his cock could be used to mold All-American dildos.

I’ve never been a blowjob queen, but as soon as I close my fist around Will’s dick, I have to slide down and suck like it’s going to save the world. He tastes hot and clean and I could keep going forever but Will’s hand closes around my hair. He gently tugs my mouth away. “Not now, baby.”

The ‘baby’ makes me moan. Such a daddy thing to say.

Will pulls me onto him so I’m straddling his hips. We rock together, playing at sex, and I’m so wet, my inner thighs are slippery. He rubs against me and it would be easy to reach between us and slide him home, but that would be even more reckless than what we’re already doing. I keep my hands on Will’s magnificent chest and away from trouble. “I have condoms in my bedside drawer.”

“Good to know, but we don’t need them yet.” Will turns me onto my back and kisses a line down my stomach. I shiver and look out my lace-covered window. The morning sun is battling its way through the clouds, but the light is dim. My room feels like a safe little cave in contrast, dark and warm and full of fun. Will stares between my legs and lets out a soft whistle. “God, look at this gorgeous pussy.” He looks up at me. “I’m pretty into talking. I hope you don’t mind.”

I want to say there’s nothing I mind about him, but that’s a bit much, even for me. “Talking is good.”

“Good.” He runs his tongue along my inner thigh, gives me a light flick on the cunt, then licks down the other side. He repeats the pattern, back and forth and back and forth until I’m panting. “Tease.”

“Only for a higher cause.” He rasps his thumb lightly across my clit. “Is there anything you like in bed? Anything you need?”

Let me call you daddy.I open my mouth to say it…then I grab my pillow and press it to my face.

“Is that a yes?”

I nod, biting down on the pillow. After everything we’ve said to each other, why is this so hard?

Will grips my thighs and eases himself up so our eyes are level. “Can you move the pillow and tell me what you need, baby?”

His voice is gentle, but there’s unmistakable authority behind it. So fucking daddy. God, I’m sober and having the best daddy dom experience of my life at the hands of the Chevrolet-driving, flat-brim cap wearing dude who invented Hellfire. The universe is one hell of a drug. I swallow. “I want to call you something but I’m not sure you’ll like it.”

“What is it?”

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