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He kissed along my thigh, gently nipping his way up. He teased me, kissing, licking, everywhere but where I needed him. My head fell back, my eyes closing as I sighed, forcing patience through my blood.
I wanted him so badly–I needed him. I needed his tongue, his indescribable skill at making me come so hard I forgot my name, that I forgot everything, everything except him.
“Do you want Daddy to eat your pussy, baby?” His words vibrated against me, and a soft moan left my throat.
“Please,” I groaned, laying back on the desk. My head fell off the other end as he kissed higher, closer and closer to my pussy. “Please Daddy.” It was all he needed. His tongue ran up my slit agonizingly slowly, and another groan, deep and throaty, left me. He sucked my clit into his mouth, rolling it between his lips as his hand gripped my thigh to shove it to the side, spreading me wide
“You’re fucking addicting,” he said against me. “So fucking good.” He licked me again and my hand shot to his head, my fingers tangling in his thick hair.
My hips rolled against his mouth and he banded his arm across my stomach, pressing me into the desk as he feasted. He didn’t stop, not until I gripped his hair tighter and screamed his name. It echoed around the room, but he still didn’t stop.
With a feral sounding growl, he wrapped his other arm around my thigh and yanked me even closer, the few papers left on the desk sliding under me. His mouth was unrelenting as he licked and nipped and nibbled his way around my pussy.
“Come for me again,” he said quickly, then dove back, driving my pleasure higher. My eyes crossed when he did some zig-zag pattern with his tongue. I lifted my hips as I pulled him closer by his hair, grinding against his face, chasing my orgasm.
“Aiden,” I moaned, making him growl again. “Please. So close. Please.” I was begging, and I didn’t know for what, I didn’t know why. I was just begging, and I knew it was only him who could give it to me.
My back bowed off the hard surface, my neck arching deeply as I screamed. My body wound tighter with every stroke of his tongue until I finally snapped and fell over the edge again.
He didn’t stop until I collapsed back to the desk, my hand loosening its hold in his hair. Slowly, gently, he kissed along my thigh, down my calf, then up the other leg, coaxing me back down to Earth.
He stood and rested his hands on either side of my body as he leaned over me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist as he kissed me lazily. His hips ground against me, letting me feel how hard and ready he was.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, resting his forehead against mine. I nodded, my eyes still closed.
“I’m positive.”
It was all he needed to hear. He wrapped his arms around me and effortlessly lifted me off the desk. My limbs tightened around him as he walked toward the stairs. I kissed along his jaw and down his neck as he climbed them to the bedroom.
He kicked the door open, then gently laid me down on the bed, settling me comfortably in the center. With hooded eyes, I watched him slide each button through the hole of his shirt, his eyes on mine the entire time. He tossed it to the floor, then moved to his pants, unbuckling his belt. He undid his zipper, letting his pants fall to the floor.
“I’ll be gentle,” he murmured, standing in nothing but his boxers, his hard length pressing against them.
“I know,” I breathed. My eyes roamed over his body, lingering on his sculpted chest, on the hair coating it. He palmed his cock over his boxers, his eyes darkening.
Slowly, he climbed onto the bed. I spread my legs for him, and he settled between them, his hands on either side of my head as he held himself up.
“Beautiful baby girl,” he whispered as he lowered his mouth to mine. His kiss was heartbreakingly gentle. My back arched as he kissed down my jaw, to my neck, to that spot he knew I loved.
He leaned back on his knees and stared down at me, our chests heaving. With shaking hands, he moved to the bow around my chest. He lifted his eyes to mine, and I nodded. His eyes drifted back to his hands as he untied me, letting my breasts free.
He groaned low in his throat as he removed the lingerie from my body and threw it to the floor. I moved my hands to his boxers, gently skimming my palm against his cock as I lowered them. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking him with a feather-light, teasing touch. His head fell forward into my neck, the muscles in his neck straining and hands tensing into fists as he thrust his hips forward.
“I need to be inside you,” he said, his voice strangled. “Baby, please let me fuck you now.” His head dropped forward. I squeezed him as I stroked, and his mouth slackened.
“Fuck me,” I whispered into his ear. His square jaw tensed, his hands still in fists at his sides.
“Ask me nicely,” he said, looking up to my eyes. I rolled my eyes, and he smirked, but there was something in it, something that sent heat rushing through my body. The promise in it told me I was in way over my fucking head.
“Please fuck me, Daddy,” I said sweetly, batting my lashes at him. He huffed out a laugh as he shook his head.
“Such a brat,” he muttered.
One hand dropped to the pillow beside my head, the other went between us as he gripped his cock. I let my hand fall away as I watched him pump himself a few times, then line up with my entrance.
“Ready?” he whispered, lifting his eyes to mine quickly. I nodded, still staring at where he was about to enter me. He let out a ragged breath as he pushed forward, his head prodding at me gently. “Fuck.” His hips jerked and he slipped in.
We groaned in unison at the fit, at the stretch, as he began slowly pushing into me. I gripped the blankets at my sides, my eyes wide as we watched him pierce me.
