Page 54 of Enemy Daddy Next Door

“Yes. I just got really hot.”

He smiles. “That happens.”

“I think I need to take this off…” I say, sitting up and pulling at my nightgown.

“Let me help you.”

We jointly wriggle the nightgown off my body, leaving my breasts exposed to the air. Hunter doesn’t make a move for them, which I’m grateful for. I do feel his eyes on them. That I like. “Your turn,” I say and grab onto his shirt.

Hunter grins. “Only fair.”

I wave his hands off as he tries to pull the shirt off. I work it up his body methodically, revealing his impeccable muscles bit by bit. Hunter lifts his arms for me to pull the shirt off; I toss it aside. “Mm…you’re perfect,” I say, running my hand down his hairy, washboard abs.

“So are you.”

I flush and press an arm over my breasts as if he hasn’t just seen my whole naked body.

Hunter leans over to me and kisses my shoulder. “We can stop any time, Amy. Right now, if you like.”

“I don’t want to stop,” I say firmly. “I want to keep going.”

Hunter nods. “Okay.”

I tentatively kiss him; I can taste the tang of what must be my juices on his lips and in his beard.

Hunter takes my hand. “Do you want to touch me?”

More terror. But the excited kind. “Yes.”

Measuredly, Hunter places my hand on the inside of his knee and guides it upward bit by bit. When I hit the fabric of his boxers, I gasp.

Hunter laughs. “Almost, Amy. Almost.”

A bit farther and then…I feel the lump in his shorts. I widen my hand and grab onto it, unsure how much pressure to use.

He inhales slightly. “You don’t have to be too gentle.”

I grab a bit harder, massaging it back and forth in my hand.

“Jesus Christ,” he says and then laughs.

“What, am I –”

“It’s perfect, it’s perfect, I just…” Hunter shakes his head. “All you’ve done is touch me and I feel like coming.”

My heart pounds. To have that kind of power over him…well, I can hardly believe it. I get a little braver and sneak my hand through the waistband of his boxers and grab him bare in my hand.

“Shit, okay –”

Something about it is intuitive. Like my hand was meant to wrap around his cock, fingers meant to tease the soft, malleable pocket of his testicles.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?” Hunter asks, trying to remain humorous, but fading faster than he’d like.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask in response.

I’ve never seen him move so fast; Hunter rolls off the side of the bed and rips the drawer of his nightstand open. From inside, he pulls out a golden wrapped condom. Hunter pushes his boxers down to the floor, revealing his thick, long cock.

How all that is going to fit inside me, I don’t know, but I’m looking forward to trying.

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