Page 31 of Broken Daddy

“I’m having a hard time winding down,” he admits gruffly, his eyes raking over my body. Why does the way he speaks turn me on? Am I that desperate?

My mouth waters and I lick my lips.

“Maybe I can help with that. It’s my fault, after all.”

Confusion flashes across his face. Seriously, he points out, “None of this is your fault, Gen—”

But not wanting to be lectured again, I interrupt by closing the distance between us. Hand on his chest, I press him back against the door. His shirt is unbuttoned just enough that a light sprinkling of chest hair tickles my fingertips.

“Let me take care of you. You’ve been taking care ofme.” I look up at him through my lashes, knowing what it’ll do to him. It works—Nate holds perfectly still, not even breathing. “It’s my turn now.”

I get on my knees, using his body for support, hands dragging down his cut abs, to his hips, hooking into the side of his jeans.

Part of me wants to go slow, but I can’t. The worddesperatecomes to mind again as I undo his belt and slip it from the loops, then drag the zipper down.

He grunts and lifts his hips off the wall so I can pull his pants down. When they’re cast aside, I look up to make sure Nate’s watching.

He’s totally focused on my every move.

Licking my lips again, I drag my nails up his inner thighs. Lightly, but enough that his cock twitches through the fabric of his boxers. Those come down next, and now it’smyturn to stare.

He’s been inside me, bent me over and rutted against my ass, knelt between my legs, and I still haven’t gotten a good look at his cock.

It’s impressive.

It’s perfect.

Not massive, but just above average enough to make my body quiver in anticipation. It throbs with his heartbeat, the vein standing out more and more as I run my hands up his thighs again and grip the base.

“Mmm.”

His hand delves into my loose bun and tightens. It sends tingles down my spine and spurs me on. Peeking my tongue out just enough to wet the tip of his cock, I grip his shaft and stroke firmly, then run the head over my lips, pouting.

Deciding to go for the kill instead of taking the normal route, I pump his length and dip down, dragging my tongue over his balls.

Nathan curses and straightens up, his attention fully on me again as I keep licking in long, slow, rough strokes, pumping him slowly until he’s rock-hard.

Unable to hold back from what I want, I move back up and finally wrap my lips around him. Nate’s hand guides me down just a few inches, then back. He’s trying to gauge how far I want to go. That makes me smile as I pull back, then take him deeper, until the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat.

It feels good, and as my eyes water, I feel my pussy gush just enough that when I reach between my legs, I can easily rub my clit.

Nate pulls his hand from my hair and grips my jaw instead, stopping the blow job. I stare up at him in surprise, lips parted.

Was it not—?

Before I can ask what he wants, or what wasn’t working, he takes my arm and pulls me to my feet.

Roughly, Nate yanks down my shorts and pulls my shirt over my head. As soon as the clothing is gone, he scoops me up and stalks toward the bed, his cock bobbing against my thighs.

“Geez,” I gasp, landing on the bed with a little bounce. “You could’ve warned me!”

I can’t suppress a grin as he climbs over me, his eyes feral, mouth set.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he growls.

Nate sits back on his haunches and unbuttons his shirt, tossing it to the side. His abs flex as he moves over me again. I reach out and drag my fingers down them, unable to resist. My hand drops to his cock and holds him steady as I work my pussy against him, slicking him with my desire and teasing myself at the same time.

I stutter out a moan as he hits my clit and Nate takes control, pulling back and covering my hand with his. He guides himself to my entrance and thrusts shallowly, just the head of his cock stretching me, my whimpers breathy with want.

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