Page 104 of Broken Daddy

He licks one last long path and then comes up for air, tossing the thin quilt off. His muscled shoulders ripple smoothly as he climbs back up the bed to drop beside me.

I pout.

“You’re going to kill me, Nathan. And make me late for my flight.”

Another chuckle and that characteristic Sharpe one-sided smirk. All the brothers share it, but in the last few weeks, I’ve seen it more and more on Nathan’s face.

“You won’t be late. Just gotta make sure you get a proper send-off.”

For a moment, while he rustles around in the bed, I marvel at the man in front of me. He’s clean-shaven and his haircut makes those green eyes pop even more, somehow. Later this week, when I’m getting settled in Germany, he’ll be officially presenting Owl Factory to the public. What was once a hobby turned into something he can do full time.

He reaches out, grabs me by the hips, and maneuvers my body around.

“What are you doing?” My legs flail clumsily as he situates me on top of his abs. They’re rigid as he flexes to hold me up, each dip making my mouth water as I look down at him.

“I haven’t had you like this yet.”

His cock throbs and bounces against my ass. Unable to help myself, I wriggle against him, getting wetter at the thought.

“True. One last thing to check off the list before we won’t see each other for a month, hmm?”

That smirk again as he grips my hips, lifting and pushing me back, just a few inches, until his cock slips between us and slides against my pussy.

My head drops back, a moan slipping out as a shiver rides up my spine.

“God, that’s so good.”

A dark rumbling laugh. “We haven’t even started yet, baby.”

Leaning forward, I lose myself in kissing him. It’s almost as good as the sex. I want it all the time now that we’re “official” and not just two adults sneaking around. I grind against him, biting Nate’s lip as the head of his cock nudges my clit and makes me gasp with pleasure.

He scoops an arm behind my back, expertly lifting me just enough to line himself up and drop me back down on his thick length. My pussy aches deliciously as he stretches me. I straighten back up with a shudder and grind down on him again.

My eyes flicker up.

“Stop looking at the time.”

He slaps my ass just hard enough to sting and I yelp. Nate’s hand comes up, weaves into my loose hair, and he pulls carefully. My back arches, following his unspoken instructions, hips slanted. It’s instinctive, inevitable. Slowly, I start to ride his cock.

The friction and the push and pull sensation on my skin send sparks to my nerve endings. Nipples tight, I reach up to touch myself. Nathan growls, slaps away my hands, replaces them with his.

My hair cascades down my back as his calloused palms massage my tits. “Just like that,” he murmurs, thrusting up to meet my quickening pace. “Good girl.”

The praise sends a spiral of need through me and each time I drop down onto his soaked cock, the loud sounds of our bodies meeting pushes me closer and closer to the edge. Only this time, he isn’t stopping me.

He grips my thigh with one hand and my ass with the other, grinding me down on him harder. I try to pull up but he shakes his head, determined, thrusting into me, filling me until the sensations are overwhelming.

The orgasm hits me like a train. Everything goes white as pleasure pulses from my center, burning through my body to the tips of my toes, my scalp, muscles shivering with satisfaction.

I lose control completely but Nate keeps a firm grip, guiding my body against his. When I come back to myself, licking my lips, he’s staring up at me with blown-out pupils. His gaze drops to my tits as they jiggle with each thrust. He reaches up and pinches and tugs at my nipple, earning a desperate whine from me.

Can I come again? Is there time?

I really shouldn’t be pushing my luck. There’s only one flight to Frankfurt today, and I need to be on it.

My mind goes fuzzy as Nate’s pace picks up. He’s breathing hard, chest bunched with muscle.

I rise up on my knees until he’s just barely slipping into me. With each shallow thrust, the head of his cock catches on my entrance, a feeling that’s as frustrating as it is delicious.

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