Page 87 of The Daddy’s Girl

I chuckle lazily as she kisses a trail along the apple of my throat. It’s funny to me because this infatuation I’ve just discovered feels so permanent already. I will never not want Amelia now. She’s stained the pumping organ in my chest, and just the idea of her has wrapped itself around every vein in my body.

I couldn’t get her out of my system if I tried. She is my system.

“I cannot…” My lips still on their words as she drags her fingers around my waist, reaching the front and toying with the waistband of my briefs.

“When are you going to stop saying that?” she laughs.

“No, I’m serious, Trouble.” My hands finally touch her body but only to grip her arms and put some distance between us. “Sex is out of the question, you understand?”

“Then…what can we do?” she asks, imploring me with those brilliant crystalline eyes.

“Anything else,” I answer weakly.

A coy smirk plays on her lips as she closes the space between us again. This time, her hands lie warmly on my chest. “Everything else.”

Forcing myself to swallow, I gaze down at her dumbly. Suddenly I feel fifteen again, new to sex and bodies. Not the grown man who has pleasured more than he could possibly count.

But the idea of everything else stuns me into senselessness.

It’s Amelia who moves first. My little temptation. The crux of my undoing.

She takes me by the hand and pulls me deeper into her room, and if there was any fight left in me, it’s gone now. When she shoves me toward her bed, the resounding no, no, no in my head echoes distantly.

I drop onto the mattress, my feet still planted on the floor as I carry on this internal war with myself. Then she crawls onto my lap, straddling my hips and burying her body against my chest as if to show me how perfectly we fit together.

“You want me to take the lead?” she whispers sweetly against my skin. “You want me to prove to you that I’m not some little girl? I’m a woman now, Matis, and I know what I want.”

With that, she grinds her hips against me, and I let out a moan, digging my hand into her hair.

“What do you want, Trouble?”

Her response is a wet kiss on my chest. It creates a ripple effect of goose bumps on my skin, which she follows with her mouth, kissing her way to the other side.

Slowly, she climbs from my lap, and I lose the ability to breathe. Blood pulses directly to my stiff length as I watch my sweet, innocent Amelia slide to her knees between my legs. As she stares up at me with doe eyes and moist lips, I lose my moral compass entirely.

This sight is too fucking delicious to care about right and wrong now.

“What are you doing to me?” I whisper as I stroke her head lovingly.

Leaning into my touch, she smiles. Then her hands slowly slide up the insides of my thighs, and my abs constrict. I fight a shiver as she gently pulls on the elastic band around my hips.

She eases down the fabric like she’s slowly revealing something she’s been waiting for. As my cock is released, it protrudes out toward her, hard and throbbing. The room is so quiet I can hear the gentle exhalation from her lips as she stares in awe. The precum pooling in the slit glistens from the dim lamp in the corner.

I should stop her. Stop this.

But her tiny pink tongue slips out over her bottom lip, and she leans forward so slowly, time stops. Then she drags it delicately over the angry-looking, purple head of my cock.

My spine shudders and my balls tighten as I watch her lick the slit, scooping out the salty spend with deliberation.

“Fuck,” I gasp as she closes her mouth and savors the taste of me.

What is she doing to me? Who is this bold, sexy woman, and what has she done with my precious Amelia?

“Lift up,” she says as she tugs my briefs down my legs until I’m sitting naked in front of her. Not even a landslide wiping out Paris entirely could stop us now.

Perched between my legs, Amelia stares at my cock like it’s an idol to worship. She wraps one hand around my shaft, easing down the hood, and I let out another moan from the soft, tight grip of her fist. She strokes me slowly, moving her warm hand from base to tip and back down again.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” she says sweetly before giving me a dimpled-cheek grin. It obliterates my heart. I stroke my hand over her short blond hair again before gathering it at the nape of her neck.