Page 108 of The Daddy’s Girl

When it’s like this, just us kissing in the middle of the night, it feels like we have the world to ourselves.

When in reality, her parents are sleeping just downstairs, and we could face very real consequences for being together like this.

I’m not sure I care much about consequences anymore, though.

Suddenly, my arms didn’t just scale the side of a two-story building. My hands reach down, finding her tight ass hidden beneath this oversized T-shirt, and I raise her into my arms. Sliding my fingers down her backside along the tender skin of her thighs, I guide them around my hips where I want them to remain forever.

She mewls quietly into my mouth as I carry her over to her bed.

Neither of us say a word about this being risky or dangerous. Frankly, neither of us care anymore.

So I gently rest Amelia on her bed. Then I rip off my shoes, followed by my socks, my shirt, and my pants. Once she registers that I’m fully undressing, she scrambles to pull off her shirt, a look of excitement on her face.

We each stop at our underwear.

Sex is a line we haven’t crossed yet and, less than forty-eight hours ago, one I said we would never cross. And now I want to. Badly.

But is this really the right place to do it?

Her parents could hear us stirring and walk through that door any moment. For a multitude of reasons, that would be a nightmare.

As if she can read my mind, she whispers, “Lock the door.”

Suddenly, I’m twenty years old again. Nothing but a kid sneaking into his girlfriend’s bedroom. I haven’t felt this alive in years.

With a grin, I do as she said, crossing the room in a rush and turning the lock on the door. Then I return to her and find my home between her thighs.

She welcomes me with an ear-to-ear grin. The moment my aching cock, still hidden inside my briefs, feels the warmth of her core, I muffle my own groans. My lips find hers, and we kiss like the night will last forever.

My hips grind, rubbing my steely cock against her clit.

“Right there,” she whispers, letting her head hang back.

I kiss her hungrily as my mouth travels from her lips to her jawline and down the slope of her throat until I’m kissing my way to her breasts. Palming the soft mounds, I squeeze the right one as I pinch the left between my teeth.

She moans again, so I press my hand over her mouth.

“You have to be quiet, Trouble.”

When I return my mouth to her breast, her back arches but she keeps in her moans. Using the sound of her heavy breaths to judge her pleasure, I continue to grind against her and suck eagerly on her perky nipples.

It’s heaven. It’s what I walked across town in the middle of the night for. What I climbed up a drainpipe for.

Not sex. Not pleasure.

Her.

Amelia breathes new life into me. And I thought I was happy existing in the same room as her. Getting to touch her and bring her pleasure…heaven.

My skin pricks with goose bumps as I chase my rapture with her body beneath me. The last bit of resolve I have is fading. Every moment that we deny ourselves what we truly want feels like wasted ecstasy, and I can’t take another moment.

“Amelia,” I whisper in a pleading tone against her breast. My hips move faster and harder, and she writhes between me and the mattress, grasping at me as if she wants more.

“Yes?”

“I need you,” I gasp as my aching cock spills a drop of precum against the elastic band of my briefs.

“You have me.”