Page 23 of Daddy Crush (Silver Fox Daddy)

The harder I tried to ignore the truth, the more it persisted.

Instinct made me need to touch her in public, and before this weekend, I never knew the self-imposed hell I’d put myself through, not allowing myself to do so back in Briarville.

My every kiss contained the wordsI love you, even though I couldn’t say them out loud. I wanted to be the man who always held her hand in public and held them down in private. The truth of it was, the more my silence about how I felt for Clover went on, the less I could justify it.

Itbeing the all-too familiar pattern of hiding my drinking from others to avoid interference and judgment, even though in my mind, I never thought I had a problem.

Was that what this was?

Another unhealthy addiction?

I looked at her.

The way her innocent eyes latched on to me, seeking answers. She made me feel, for the first time, as if someone saw my scars, my demons, and loved me anyway.

Just a bit longer.

I’d give myself this weekend to love the way she was so familiar to me, as though I’d loved her from the day I was born. Our age gap was irrelevant, and spending time with her felt less like I was getting to know her, and more like I was remembering who she was. As if I’d met her before, and my soul recognized hers just as if I were staring at my face in the mirror.

I’d hit rock bottom before, and it was the only way I came to admit things needed to change. If that was life at the lowest possible level, then this was its mountaintop. Call me selfish, but I planned to stand here and enjoy the view for as long as I could.

The dress she wore hit just below her peach-shaped bottom, and the ample flesh of her ass called to me. I gripped it in one hand and tore her away from the intensely passionate display, leading her to the private room I’d booked.

My voice husked her name as I used the key the hostess gave me to open the door and lock it behind us. “Clover. This is a private room.” I pointed to the leather harnessed suspension rig hanging from the center of the ceiling. “Do you know what this is?”

She moistened her lips and stepped closer to touch the dangling straps lightly with her fingertips. “Whatever it is, it looks kinky.”

“It’s a bondage rig,” I whispered, not wanting to scare her away.

I led her over to the seat and motioned for her to sit down. I then carefully explained how she would hang from the rigging, swinging upside down, her face aimed straight at my cock while I fed it to her.

She nodded, still in awe, and looked up at me with anticipation in her eyes to breathe the words. “I may have a dirty mouth, but maybe tonight you can teach me to do pleasurable things with it.”

I laughed against her throat, trailing my fingers up her inner thigh and stroking the silky skin there. “Maybe you’d like me to punish that dirty mouth of yours a little. To be rough with you and control you like the sub we saw in the scene just now.”

Her breath hitched as she realized I was serious about exploring our boundaries together.

Finally, Clover broke the silence between us with one simple word: “Yes.”

“This is what we’re going to do,” I said, grabbing her throat and raking her neck with my teeth, and then I tasted her deeply, savoring her mouth, her hunger.

“Let me help you out of that dress, sexy as it may be.”

Gripping the zipper at the back of her dress, I drew it down to reveal the steel of her spine, where I dropped kisses until I came to the two dimples at the top of her buttocks. Her dress fell away, revealing the nude glory of her creamy skin.

She emitted a breathy little moan. “What about you, Daddy?”

I removed my shirt for her and glanced past the hair on my chest and belly to the top button of my jeans. “Go ahead. Take it out,” I commanded.

Clover tugged my zipper down and reached for the prize inside. Her small hand wrapped around my cock as she admired the sight of it.

It was impossible not to groan out loud. “That cock is for you and only you.” I positioned her in place, upside down, and adjusted the straps until she was at the perfect height to swallow me. “Are you comfortable?” I needed to make sure the rig was a relaxing place from which to hang upside down before I face-fucked her.

“Yes, Daddy. Just right,” she said, her expression pure intensity as she stared at my shaft.

I chuckled deeply, delighted with how greedy she was for my erection.

Her fingers fit around me perfectly, the tip of her thumb and middle finger barely touching, giving me yet another glimpse of how we were made for each other. The veins on my cock made a neat trail along my shaft, as if pointing to the head, which was now a purplish-pink, so swollen for her it leaked milky droplets of pre-cum, which dripped over her fist.

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