Page 6 of Off Limits Daddy

“You work out a lot.”

I nodded. What the heck happened to my voice?

He cocked his head to the side. “Are you nervous? Because if you are?—”

“Can I touch you?”

His eyes registered surprise, but then a feral smile spread on his face. “Absolutely.”

I pressed my hand on his chest. It was smooth but hard. I drew it down, and as I did, his towel began to tent. Now my mouth watered for something more than a taste of his skin.

I hooked my hand where his towel was folded over itself. I looked up at him, wanting to be sure this was what he had in mind. His eyes narrowed, intently watching me.

I tugged the towel loose, pushing it to the side. My heart stopped at the size of him. Long, of course, but it was the girth that had me rethinking things.

“It will fit,” he said as if he knew my concern. “And you’ll love it.”

I smirked, for the first time feeling like my normal self. “It’s not all about size, you know.”

“It’s a lot about size, but I promise, I know what I’m doing.” He used one long finger to tug at my towel. It fell, pooling around where I sat. His finger brushed over my nipple, mybreath inhaling sharply at his touch. “You’ve got lovely tits… I realize I don’t know your name.”

“We don’t need names.” I straddled his thighs, feeling edgy and needy. I had to have this man inside me. I ran my hands down his chest.

“Okay.” He cupped my breasts, leaning forward to suck one nipple, then the other. I felt each tug in my pussy. “Do I need protection?”

“From me?” I ran my thumb over the pearl of precum perched on his dick. Then I licked it off.

He let out a laugh. “I suppose. Do you normally fuck strange men at the gym?”

“No.” I wrapped my hand around his dick, my fingers not quite touching. “Do you?”

“On occasion. I have a condom.”

I held out my hand for protection. I was on the pill, and as soon as my doctor would okay it, I’d have my tubes tied.

He picked it up from the bench next to him and handed it to me.

“Is it triple X-large?” I studied it.

“It will work.” His large hand wrapped around his dick, stroking as I undid the wrapping.

“Do you masturbate a lot?” I found myself intrigued watching him.

“What’s a lot?”

I shrugged.

“Do you?”

“Not too much, but I may do it more.”

He laughed, surprising me. “I like how you say what’s on your mind.”

“What’s on your mind?”

“I want you to get that condom on me so I can get inside your pussy.”

Right. I rolled the condom on and waited as he checked it to make sure I’d done it correctly.

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