Page 90 of The Daddy’s Girl

“That’s it, Trouble. Grind on my cock. It’s yours.”

My hips move faster, chasing, chasing, chasing. Though I’m not ready to come. I don’t want this to be over. I need more.

His hands are greedy now, taking their fill of my body. Delighting in every inch.

When he squeezes the bud of my nipple between his fingers, an electric shock of pleasure courses down to my core and I cry out, moving my hips faster.

“Take these off,” he growls, tugging on my cotton underwear.

I climb off him quickly and awkwardly shed the garment before climbing back on top to grind on his cock some more. But he has other ideas.

“On my face, Trouble. I need to taste you.”

The command elicits another whimper from deep in my throat. Quickly, I climb up his body, and he shimmies down on the bed until I’m hovering over his waiting mouth.

With a hungry sound, he sticks his tongue out and draws the coarse, wet surface over my clit, and my hips buck from the sensation. So he does it again and again, moaning as he devours me, lapping up every ounce of my arousal like he’s dying of starvation.

Then, with a growl of frustration, he wraps his arms around my thighs and tugs me down. “Sit, Trouble,” he barks.

My cunt lands against his lips and I fall forward, catching myself on the bed as his teeth nip at my folds and his lips tighten around my clit.

My spine rounds and my hips jerk as I follow this path toward ecstasy that he’s laid out for me. He’s taking me there whether I want to go or not. I haven’t taken a breath in what seems like minutes, but all I can manage are hoarse grunts and mewling cries.

The last time a guy ate me out, he treated my pussy like a dirty lollipop he was scared to taste. It was all tiny licks and useless flicks of his tongue.

Matis is face-deep in my heat like he’s ready to die to make me come.

“This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” he growls as he uses his fingers to pull me apart and lick me deeper.

“That feels so good,” I squeal. A bead of sweat courses down my spine as my hips continue their back-and-forth canting. My clit is red and throbbing and so sensitive from the angry brush of his facial hair that I feel every little breath of air from his nose and touch of his lips.

When I look down, our eyes meet. A hint of a smile tugs on the corner of my lips as I dig my hand in his hair and pull, grinding myself on his face.

If he thinks we’ll actually be able to resist sex, he’s out of his mind. We are nothing but animals. Wild, feral, untamed animals. Animals have needs.

And right now, my need is to ride his face and come all over his tongue.

When he closes his lips around my clit, he sucks so hard I nearly levitate off the bed. “Oh God, Matis.”

My legs begin to straighten, but he holds me down tightly with his forearms around my thighs. His mouth is an assault, and I might not survive this.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I cry. “Fuck, I’m gonna…come.”

I let out a guttural sound as the impact of the orgasm hits my body. The tremor begins at the base of my spine and travels all the way up until I’m convulsing and useless against it.

Heat blossoms like an explosion in my core, traveling outward until I’m swept away by pleasure. The sounds that escape my lips certainly are not human, and my bangs stick to my forehead in a sweat-soaked mess.

I come for what feels like days. Matis does not relent, growling and groaning between my thighs, savoring the feast.

When the assault of my climax finally subsides, I slump over him with useless muscles and not a single bone in my body. I crash onto the pillow and try to regulate my breathing to be less panting and dying.

Eventually he crawls over me, nestled between my legs as he drapes himself on top of me and kisses my blush-red cheeks.

“Did you die?” he whispers, and I smile with my eyes closed.

“Yes.” When I open them, he’s there, staring down at me with those warm steely eyes that look like home. “But what a way to go.”

When I come out of the bathroom, I find Matis sitting up in my bed. The sight makes me pause, and I can do nothing but stand in place and stare at him. He’s put on his underwear, which is disappointing, but that’s all he has on. His bare chest in the dim light of my room is so sexy, I prefer it over every expensive suit or tight shirt.