Page 53 of Enemy Daddy Next Door

“Oh, Amy…” he mutters, sinking to his knees before the bed and starting to pull the underwear down.

I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him as he removes my panties. He tosses them to the side and then kisses the inside of my ankle. Then my calf…then my knee… “W-what are you doing?” I ask.

Hunter stops, lifting his head just before he can plant a kiss to my thigh. “I’m going to taste you.”

I stare at him like he’s just spoken gibberish.

“Is that alright?”

I blink.

“Has no one ever tasted you before, Amy?”

I shake my head.

Hunter’s eyes are firmly in mine as he kisses the inside of my thigh. His beard tickles and bristles my skin. Higher and higher until I can feel his breath on my vulva. “I won’t do it if you don’t want me to. But…” He turns his head to the inside of my other thigh and kisses it. God, how he’s teasing me. My clit is throbbing for him, almost like I’m in pain. “I think it will help loosen you up.” His hand slides under my thigh, down my leg to my ankle. He props it up on his shoulder.

Hunter looks fucking amazing between my legs like this.

“Should I stop?”

“No,” I answer with an adamance I didn’t know I felt. “Do it.”

“Thank god,” Hunter says and repositions his mouth over my pussy. “If you would have said no, I would have been…” He takes a deep inhale of my scent and shakes his head with reverence. “So disappointed.”

Without another word, he carefully slides his tongue between the lips of my vagina. My stomach muscles seize.

“Mm…tastes even better than I could have imagined, Amy,” he says and then presses his lips flush with my lower ones.

Watching Hunter devour me is unlike anything I have ever imagined. I’ve never allowed a man this close to me. In my fantasies, I always thought it would just be a classic missionary position. Something quick and easy. To get that first time out of the way.

But Hunter is determined to make this the best first time in the history of mankind.

“Lay back,” he mutters quickly, his hand sliding up my belly to my chest. “Relax.”

I follow his instructions and give in. I close my eyes, letting the feelings wash over me. The pressure his mouth puts on my swollen lips is exquisite; from time to time, he swirls his tongue around my clit causing my whole body to jerk, my pubic bone ramming into his nose.

Hunter likes that; I can tell from the way he chuckles into me. Just more stimulus, more vibrations causing swirling sensations of warm pleasure through my belly.

“Oh god, Hunter…” I moan and run my hands through the skeins of his hair.

Hunter responds by hooking his arms around my legs and pushing my hips back so they’re slightly raised off the bed, his mouth works harder and more voraciously.

It’s so warm. His bedroom might as well be Death Valley, otherwise I’ve come down with a fever. It’s so intense it scares me. My hips start to ride against his mouth, out of my control. My clit needs it, but with every pulse I feel hotter. I’m burning up. “Mm. You can’t – you can’t –” I balk.

He tears his lips away from me. “I’m stopping, I’m stopping.”

I try to catch my breath. Why do I feel like crying?

Hunter slides up the bed beside me, his hand resting on my stomach. “Hey, it’s okay. Too intense?”

I nod. “Y-yeah.”

He touches my cheek softly. “It’s just me, baby. It’s just me.”

I look at him, though my heart beats with terror.

“Did it feel good?”

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