Page 32 of Daddy Crush (Silver Fox Daddy)

His eyes closed as he inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of my hair and wrapping his huge hand around my throat. A shiver scurried through me as the smell of him reached my nostrils. I closed my eyes and savored the mix of cedar and spice that was entirely his own. A tightening sensation pulled at my belly, and I reached out to caress the ridges and planes of his muscular shoulders. My fingertips tingled with exhilaration as I explored him, savoring the primal power that radiated from him and realized this was how it would be from now on. The two of us alone together without shame or intrusion.

“Who owns you?” I questioned with a teasing smile.

His smile was as intimate as a kiss, and he gave a warning tug to my nipple, which sent an erotic flame across my breasts. “What did you just say?”

My eyebrow raised in bratty amusement. “Be a good boy and use your words. Tell me who owns you,” I challenged.

He growled in my ear. “Oh, I’m going to use my mouth all right, but definitely not to speak.”

His tongue traversed my neck, scorching me with a wet kiss that stopped to flick at the place where my pulse pounded.

The tip of Duke’s tongue rasped against my skin, and my core flooded with lust. His scent was intoxicating, and I ached for his touch, only not where he was giving it to me. I cupped his steely jaw, tugging his lips to mine, and our mouths fused together as our tongues sought each other, until he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, causing my pulse to kick up between my legs.

His calloused hands roamed my body, exploring every curve and contour with a hunger that made my cheeks hot. His fingers answered my silent plea when they slipped under the fabric of my panties, tracing circles around my sensitive clit until I cried out, “Please, God. I need you inside me.”

Instead of listening, he kept flicking at the bud of my arousal, sending shockwaves through my body that made my breasts ache, and whipping up a relentless tug of emptiness that had to be assuaged.

He shoved himself up so he loomed over me, his mighty torso hovering inches away from mine, his king-sized biceps framing my face. Lying below this enormous male, I should have felt intimidated. Instead, I felt delicate and protected from any harm that could ever come my way.

Slowly, with the patience of a man far more experienced than any I’d ever been with, he nipped along my jawline and licked at the edges of my mouth. His kisses were soft but commanding, moving over mine as if I were his to take, and I surrendered completely to him.

My back arched as his tongue caressed mine, chasing him in the only way possible, seeking to get closer to what only he could give. Withdrawing slightly, he smiled down at me before capturing my lower lip between his teeth again with a possessive nip that sent a shockwave of desire straight to my core.

“How’s my baby?” he asked in that deep voice of his which never failed to stroke me as if it had fingers of his own.

“Greedy. Needy. I need more,” I mewled, and he chuckled with satisfaction.

Trailing feather-light kisses down my neck, Duke worked his way across my collarbone and down until he found one of the taut peaks of my breasts and took it into his scorching mouth with a groan of pleasure. The sound made me awash with a hubris of my own.

He wanted me, as evidenced further by his hard and leaking cock.

I did that to him.

Duke’s hand slipped beneath my shoulder blades so he could grip me tighter, pulling me towards his mouth as his tongue circled around my nipple, making me flex further into him as a moan escaped from deep within. The sensation was exquisite, and I became lost in blissful, pleasured oblivion as my body responded to every delicate touch and tantalizing flick of his clever tongue.

Nevertheless, the wanton creature he’d made of me cried out for more.

“You’re sure you’ve been a good girl for Daddy? Do you think you deserve treats?” he asked, before trailing his tongue deliciously down my stomach towards the apex of my thighs, where every nerve ending concentrated on that single needy center that wanted nothing more than for Duke to fill it with his huge, swollen cock. I wanted him to take over in ways I never thought possible.

“Please, Duke, I’ll die if you don’t put it in me.”

“Who’s the boss?” he growled, his thick erection positioned so it just lay there, doing nothing besides scorching me right between the legs.

“Oh, God, you are. I’ll do anything you say, just please, give it to me,” I begged.

“That’s my good girl,” he said.

My breath caught in anticipation as his hand grazed across the curves of my hips before pushing my knees up and wedging himself between my thighs.

“Now you just lie there and let Daddy make you come.” His fingers slid between my legs, touching me there for the first time, and I saw stars as he petted me. “So wet, I think you’re more than ready for me.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you this whole time. I missed you. My pussy missed you.” I had no shame and was pleading now for him to pound me hard, like I needed.

His eyes burned with desire as he stared down at me, revealing a hunger I could actually feel. I parted my legs further, surrendering, wanting him to take charge, to take me. In a breathy whisper, I said, “Please, take me, Duke. I need you.”

His hand clasped mine, pinning me down, and his lips brushed against my ear. “I’m going to fuck you until I make one thing clear,” he promised, before pushing inside me. His entire length filled me completely, and he didn’t move until I got used to the sensation of being so stuffed by him. When I wiggled my hips, he sawed in and out of me slowly and expertly, controlling every movement and intensifying my pleasure with each thrust.

I was completely at his mercy every time he impaled me, spearing me with his width in a way that stretched me wide. “Make what clear?” I barely gritted out as his jumbo-sized member made me its little slave.

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