Page 16 of Sweeter

“I can’t say it.”

Will’s fingers close around my wrists, pulling my hands away. “Yes, you can. Tell me.”

“Daddy.” It comes out like a curse word and I rebury my face in my pillow.

Will tears the pillow away. “Marley,” he says, his voice like gravel. “That is so fucking hot.”

“You mean it?”

“Christ, yeah. How do you like it? Like, should I be an asshole, or do you want me to be gentle, like ‘you’re my little princess and I’d do anything for you?’”

There’s a beat in which I’m pretty sure my head is going to explode from sheer joy, then I kiss Will as hard as I can. “Be sweet, but tough. You’re in charge and you don’t take any of my shit.”

A slow smile spreads across his face. “You’re really something, aren’t you?”

“I try to be.” I sprawl back on the bed with my legs wide. “What now?”

Will’s smile fades into hard determination. “You want daddy to kiss you between your legs?”

I nod, dizzy with how good this is. How easy. He settles between my thighs and dips his head, but before anything happens, he looks up at me. He’s always had a gorgeous smile, but this one is beatific. It could light up a whole ballroom.

“What?”

The skin around Will’s eyes crinkles. “What a time to be alive.”

I feel myself open like a flower in sunshine, open to Will in a way I can’t justify so soon. The moment is too bright, too hot. I need it to end. I clasp the crown of Will’s head and gently push him down. “Please eat my pussy.”

His mouth flattens into a line. “Are you going to be a good girl?”

Is it possible to orgasm from sounds? I’m asking for a friend. I barely have the wherewithal to nod before Will’s tongue parts me. I lie back feeling like the queen of the universe as he licks. Usually it takes time for me to get into my body enough to orgasm, but this time I’m so close, it’s ridiculous. His lips close around my clit, drawing and sucking until lights flash behind my eyes. “Will, you’re really good at this.”

He pulls his mouth away. “Who’s really good at this?”

My legs slacken, heat surges through my middle. “You are, daddy.”

“That’s a good girl. Now close your eyes and come on daddy’s face.”

I’m going to evaporate. The tip of Will’s tongue presses gently to my clit and my fingertips sink into my bed sheets. It’s so new, sogood,it’s almost painful. I feel raw, all nerve endings and exposed bone. I shut my eyes and imagine him bending me over his knee. Warmth floods my cunt and I gasp and come bucking and grinding on Will’s face. I wail as shockwaves ripple through my skin and down my spine. “Oh myGod.”

After a few more soft laps, Will sits up, swiping a forearm across his mouth. “That went…faster than I thought it would.”

“Shut up,” I gasp. “Come here.”

He climbs up and we kiss. I taste myself and despite my orgasm, I’m desperate for more. I turn and rummage through my bedside drawer. There’s enough detritus in there to turn a neat freak insane but I find the condoms and a small bottle of lube. I hand a foil wrapper to Will and he tears it open. I watch as he rolls it on, admiring the way his muscles shift beneath his butter-gold skin. I’ve never done sculpture or classical oil painting, but Will’s body makes me wish I did. I want to commemorate his perfection; how alive and vital andmalehe is. A teapot just wouldn’t do him justice. Still, I could try. If I can find the time…

“Should we go old school?” he asks. “Missionary?”

I smile. “We could be daring, do it from behind?”

“I do love to dare. What about you on top?”

“Another good option. We have too many options.”

“Hey, I’ve got an idea—paper, scissors, rock.” Will holds out a fist. “Paper’s missionary, scissors is you on top.”

“Rock?”

“Doggy. Obviously.”

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