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“Oh! Stop! What are you doing?” Clarissa’s eyes popped open under the scorching intensity of his gaze, which had darkened to the color of topaz.
“I would’ve thought it’s obvious. I’m being thorough.” Like a maestro communicating pianissimo to a student, Rick caressed the rounded contours of her milky-white breasts, then gently tugged the pink nipples to massage their tautness. She shuddered when he sucked a nub between his lips and snacked upon it with delicate flicks of his tongue.
“Oh God, that feels so... mmm,” she moaned as his touch rippled her equilibrium, sending flashes of heat to bloom through her core. With a staggered breath, she succumbed to the brush of his fingers trailing over her stomach.
He nibbled on the succulent delicacies, trailing kisses on the slope of her swollen breasts to assuage his ravenous lust. He savored the song of her melodious cries that stirred the lusty beast inside him.
She was soaring on a tumultuous wave that had too quickly become the epitome of desire she was struggling to contain. Clarissa couldn’t recall that she’d ever lusted for a man to possess her with as much fervor as she did at this moment.
Snap out of it, Clarissa. You don’t even know the man!
She tried to listen to the reasons flashing through her mind why she should tell him to stop, but they quickly dissolved when a raw groan crawling from his chest swept over her. She reached up to trace the ropey cords of his shoulders. Her desperate moan followed the sharp nip of his teeth around a nipple that sparked an unexpected wave of heat to flush her loins.
“Rick, you can’t... not now. What am I saying? Stop… oh!”
Rick ignored her to explore her stomach and roam the heart-shaped space between her thighs. She was past resistance. His mouth controlled her, stoking the ache deep inside. She was faltering, and he knew it.
Oh my God!
She all but swooned as his hands fueled the inferno inside her. She reveled in the feel of his skin under her hands as she explored his chest and back. She breathed in his smell—all delicious male. It homed in on her libido and turned her inside out. Tilting her head, she tasted him with a lingering kiss against his shoulder. Pleasure fluttered inside her as his hoarse groan encapsulated her mind.
She ground her hips against his teasing hand. It was impossible to keep still. Her body reacted in a way she’d never known it could. Her pussy throbbed with greedy spasms that turned her breath to gasps.
“Yes, little one... relax and let me take care of you,” he praised her uncontrolled response.
Rick brushed his finger over her clit, a butterfly caress that enticed a hiss from her lips.
“Yesss,” she moaned, then bit her lips to keep from shouting out the demand. She was still desperately trying to hold on to the last of her resistance.
He was moving too fast. Good lord, what am I saying? There should be no intimate touching, yet here she was... gasping for breath and yearning for more. Clarissa felt herself melting from the way he savaged her mouth and the caress of his probing fingers.
“Aah... Rick,” she moaned into his mouth as he brushed his finger over her swollen labia.
“I love how responsive you are to me, little one.”
Her pussy clenched against the intrusion. Her breath stalled in her throat as he teased open the silky folds to explore her clitoris with the lightest of caresses.
“Oh, lordy me.” Her moan meshed with his growl in a melody of desire as his finger inched deeper. Her body throbbed in unison with his sliding finger inside her, electrifying her as he explored the heat within.
She’d never felt so alive.
“Rick, don’t...”
“Daddy.” His eyes darkened. “I told you to call me Daddy.”
“Daddy,” she said in a deep exhale. “Just… ahh, don’t…”
“Don’t what?” His voice deepened, a demand in itself not to be denied.
“Stop. Don’t stop.” She surprised him with a husky yet demanding whisper.
All thought evaporated from her mind as he drew back to stare at her, searching and measuring her arousal. Even with him on his knees beside the tub, she felt dwarfed by this massive man—and intimidated. Hugely so. It was more than his size; it was the way he bore himself with calm self-possession. He oozed confidence, and as always in his presence, she became aware of the underlying danger he exuded.
Good lord, is this how a dominant man fills a woman’s mind?
It was all there—in every movement, every look, and in the silent power that assailed her when she experienced his essence that cocooned her... every time.
Dominant, my ass. This man is a magician.
