Page 74 of Under Daddy's Spell

As if he couldn’t wait another second to have her, his mouth claimed a nipple. She cried out when he drew on it hard.

Her hands slid up his back and curled around his shoulders. She clung to him as he leaned into her, moving from one taut peak to the other. A good thing, too, because with his continued advance, she soon found herself against the cool smoothness of the counter with him half lying on top of her.

His fingers dropped to her hip and curled into the lace of her panties. Tessa gasped the next moment at the sound of tearing fabric. “I’ll buy you another pair,” he promised as he pulled them free of her body.

“Not that I don’t like the sexy librarian vibe of your silky blouses and tight skirts, but I always imagined they’d be as hard to get into as Fort Knox. This ponytail and sundress look is as sexy as it is sweet, and I approve of the easy access.”

As his mouth blazed a trail down her belly, Tessa lay there, stunned. She liked this less-controlled side of him, but had he really ripped off her panties? The hot glide of his tongue over her clit told her she wasn’t imagining things. Wow! Jordan might not know the definition of sweet, but he had hot AF down pat.

Suddenly, she was on her feet and her nipples, still intensely sensitive from his mouth, met cool granite as he leaned over her, his chest pushing her upper body downward. When she was bent at the waist with her cheek on the counter, he crouched behind her. His hands slid from her ankles to her thighs then over the curves of her ass, massaging gently.

When he ordered, “Slide your feet apart,” the warmth of his breath on her skin made her shiver.

She shifted, but the foot of space she put between them wasn’t enough because he demanded, “More.”

Widening her bent-over stance until her feet were more than shoulder-width apart required her to be on her toes.

“Much better,” he crooned in approval. “Such a good girl for Daddy.”

Then he buried his face between her thighs and with tongue, lips, and teeth, and the smooth glide of two fingers, he made an appetizer of her pussy. Tessa couldn’t contain her cries or her desire and came within minutes.

She heard an impatient growl and the crinkle of a wrapper. Everything moved fast after that. Standing, he raised one of her knees to the counter, which opened her to the first deep thrust of his cock. Once planted deep, he hooked her arms at the elbows with one of his. When he started to move, she couldn’t, pinned by his pumping hips to the counter’s edge and immobilized by his grip on her arms.

Half standing, her upper body hovering inches above the granite, the position thrust her breasts forward. They trembled from the rise and fall of her chest, growing more rapid and a bit erratic as she imagined the picture she made in his pristine kitchen. The neatly arranged place settings, perfectly aligned utensils, neatly folded cloth napkins, and the cute little ceramic spoon rest stood in stark contrast to her vulgar display, boobs out, swaying wildly as he fucked her from behind.

Restraining her with one hand left the other to roam. He massaged her bottom, squeezing and molding the cheeks in fleshy handfuls before reaching around her to cup a jiggling breast. He rolled and tugged on the tip until it formed a hard point, then moved to the other breast. When both nipples were tight and aching, his hand slid up her chest to her throat. Gently encircling it, he pulled her toward him until her upper body was bowed sharply with her head against his shoulder.

With her arms behind her, swollen breasts jutting forward, the bullet-hard nipples lewdly protruding, Tessa felt like a maidenhead mounted to the bow of a schooner.

“Give me your mouth,” he ordered brusquely.

She turned, wanting his, too.

His lips opened over hers, and his tongue swept inside with the same urgency as his cock drove into her pussy. It delved inside, claiming her mouth as surely as his cock possessed her body. Tessa felt taken, plundered, and claimed all at once, and convulsed with pleasure. She didn’t ask for permission, nor did he grant it, but she came regardless, her gasps for breath and cries echoing off the stone surfaces everywhere.

Before the tide of her pleasure receded, Jordan buried his face in her hair and filled her quivering insides with the hot splash of his release.

After his last shuddering groan, he freed her arms and wrapped his own around her middle, holding her close as they breathed hard in the aftermath.

When the oven timer buzzed, as if signaling the next course, Jordan laughed as Tessa giggled because, until now, good timing hadn’t exactly been a pattern for them.

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