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CHAPTER 7

AVERY

I woke up feeling like a new person. Warmth radiated against my back as I came into all my senses. When I slowly opened my eyes, a peace unlike I’ve ever felt fell over me.

Sam.

Daddy.

Last night… wow.

That really happened. I stifled a girlish giggle that threatened to bubble up as I carefully rolled over. Sam shifted in his sleep but quickly settled onto his back, an arm still wrapped around me, almost like he couldn’t bear the thought of me not being in his arms, even while he slept. My lips twitched upward into a huge smile. I couldn’t help it. I’d never felt this light, this happy or seen. I swallowed and realized I’d never felt like I belonged anywhere as much as I did this morning.

Right here in his arms.

I took a moment to observe the man who broke through walls I’d spent a lifetime building. Sam Miranda was beautiful. Not classically but in a masculine, slightly rough-around-the-edges kind of way. And without his glasses and sleeping, he almost seemed younger. My eyes caught on his beard, and it reminded me of just how good it felt against my thighs and other places of my body.

I still couldn’t believe what he did.

Ate me and fingered me from behind, making true on his word about how hard he made me come only to flip me around and somehow make me come again, leaving me exhausted and boneless. Riding a level of euphoria I had never experienced. Ever.

I couldn’t help the need that rushed through me. Last night, he made me see the stars and whatever might be beyond them.

But he didn’t get anything in return.

He wouldn’t let me.

My eyes dipped to his bare chest. Broad pecs, small brown nipples pebbled tightly. My eyes skated lower to the slab of muscle that made up his torso.

And when my eyes dipped further? I had to swallow. The thick, long tenting of the sheet that covered his waist gave me a damn good idea of what had been pressing against me all night long.

Without thinking, I dragged the sheet down just a little and licked my lips. He was still wearing his dark boxer briefs, and I couldn’t help myself. Carefully and somehow without waking him up, I pulled the material down.

A trimmed nest of dark curls appeared, and I bit down on my lip. My eyes widened and a soft gasp of air escaped from me when his dick sprung out, standing thick and proud and so beautiful, my mouth watered for a taste.

A clear bead of moisture pebbled at the crown and another pushed through, pebbling before gravity pulled it down and started to drip down his impressive thickness. I bent forward and, with the pad of my thumb, swiped the fluid up. I didn’t have a lot of experience or partners, but that didn’t mean I was a prude. I stared at the fluid on my thumb for a beat and without hesitation brought it to my mouth.

My eyes closed as the salty, earthy taste of him bloomed on my tongue and I knew I was going to want more.

I leaned forward and, with a gentle touch, held the base of his cock with my hands and opened my mouth. Sticking my tongue out, I licked him like I would an ice cream cone I was trying to savor before it started to melt. Swirling my tongue around the tip before opening my lips, I took the tip of him inside my mouth. Just the crown, but I worked him in and out of my mouth.

In and out. My eyes fluttered shut as time melted away, leaving nothing but pooled heat between my legs. I drooled over him, my saliva coating his length just enough to use as lube while I used my hands to stroke him.

A deep guttural sound echoed in the room. I was so distracted, so turned on by going down on him, I hadn’t noticed he had woken up. His dark eyes were even darker as he stared at me with a hooded gaze.

But I didn’t stop.

I kept working him, loving the way I felt as I went down on him.

Sam was all man.

Thick and long and so fucking sexy. Blowjobs weren’t something I got off on, but going down on him was different. I wasn’t sure why that surprised me; maybe it didn’t since everything with Sam was different.

“Princess,” he groaned, but I kept going.

An inexplicable need to give him pleasure, something as close as to what he had given me, pounded through me. With my eyes pinned on him, I relaxed my jaw a little more and opened wider. Taking just a little more of his thickness into my mouth as I bobbed up and down sloppily on his shaft, making sure I was careful with my teeth.

“Fuck, baby.” His hips started to thrust up, and I smiled around his cock. There was something intoxicating about watching him lose that tightly wound-up control he held on to. Knowing that I was the one responsible for bringing out an animalistic side of him.