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"Um, okay?"
My hand found her cheek, and I let my finger glide across her warm skin. "I want you. I want to keep you, love you and fuck you, in that order. Do you want me to?"
I waited with bated breath for her answer, but all she could do was swallow. Her lips parted and closed, uncertainty filling her brain. She teased me, and she didn't even know it. Her words turned to mush as she tried to formulate a coherent sentence, but it was useless. So made her feel instead. The room stilled, and I forced my tongue between her lips. She melted, then whimpered, and the pads of her fingers found the waistband of my pants. We played tug of war for a few seconds, and every time she tried to pull away, I just deepened the kiss. I stole one breath after the other and growled at the sound of her gasp when I broke our kiss. Swollen wet lips looked good on her, and I’m dying to know how the other pair tasted.
"Well? Do you want me?" I asked as I rested my forehead against hers.
Her eyes fluttered, and she nodded. Overwhelmed and flustered, I tilted her chin and forced her gaze to mine.
"Perfect. Now, will you be a good girl and ride my fucking face?"
She studied me, consuming the hunger in my eyes, and for a moment, I was sure she was gonna change her mind until she gave me the answer I wanted to hear. I pulled her from the couch and tugged her toward the master bedroom before she could change her mind. We passed the king-size bed, and I walked into the bathroom.
I took a step back. "I'll let you freshen up a little bit, but don't take too long, or I'll knock this damn door down."
I closed the door and got rid of every ounce of clothing except my boxers. As badly as I needed a release, fucking her wasn't in the cards tonight, and releasing the beast would only tempt me to take her. I settled on the bed and waited. Counting seconds under my breath, I listened as she turned on the faucet. I meant what I said about her not taking too long. I wanted to taste her, not soap. The bathroom door opened, and she sauntered out. Her purple cocktail dress still covered her beautiful curves. I raised a brow and shook my head. Biting the inside of her cheek, she slowly lowered the dress and let it drop to the floor. She stood frozen in her pink bra with teddy bear dotted panties. I crooked a finger, and she rushed over. She was no escort, far from it. She was a baby girl in a bad situation and needed to be saved. Thank fuck I was her hero.
"I've never done this—"
"You are fucking beautiful, and daddy’s going to devour you," I said, interrupting her. "Here." I patted my lap.
She climbed onto the bed and then stopped out of confusion. "Um…"
"Face me." I took her hand and guided her body toward my body.
She planted one leg on either side of me and lowered her juicy ass to my chest. I removed the pillow that propped my head and wrapped my hands around her waist.
She placed her arms in front of her stomach. "Do you want me to remove my panties?" Her words came out in a whisper, and I couldn't help but chuckle.
"No," I said before gliding my tongue across my bottom lip.
Her panties were thin, and my tongue could easily please her through the fabric, but I didn't want to ask her to remove them. I wanted her to do it all on her own.
"Closer…" I cooed.
She scooted closer, and when only an inch remained between my lips and the crotch of her panties, I pulled her forward. My abrupt actions almost made her lose her balance, but I firmly placed my hands on her hips and ground her in place. With an unyielding gaze, I studied her. The fact that she tried to hide her emotions only made me devour her harder. The thin fabric was no match for my tongue. I teased her for a few minutes, purposely sliding my tongue around the clit. She squirmed, then whimpered, and I waited.
"Please, can you—"
I lifted her off my mouth. "Can I what?" I raised my lips to her crotch and teased her. "Use your words, baby. Can I what?"
"Make me come." The words fell off her lips.
My body throbbed for her, and I pushed the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing plump pussy lips. I dragged my tongue between her folds and then circled the clit. Her flesh tingled at the contact, and I latched my lips around the swollen bud. She unraveled as the seconds passed, and her light whimpers turned into moans. My grip on her waist tightened, and I held her in place as her orgasm quickly approached. Her mouth fell open, and I couldn't help slip my thumb past her luscious lips. A wave of desire hit me like a ton of bricks when her body went into spasms sending a wave of tingles down my spine. I detached my lips to let out an ear-shattering "fuck" as I came like a schoolboy in my boxers. I lifted her off my chest and placed her down next to me. Her eyes hooded, and I had to hold myself back from forcing myself between her thighs. I tangled my fingers in her thick tresses and gave her a soft tug to steal her attention.
"Where are you from?" I asked.
"South of here," she said, her voice breathy as her fingertips brushed over my chest.
"Do you have any siblings?"
"An older brother," she said, bringing her hand up to trace the large decorative tattoo that stretched across my chest.
I let her get lost in the artwork as her dainty fingers sent a wave of fire through my veins. My father hated them, and that's why Finn and I got them. It was the one thing that allowed us to express our feelings and piss our father off simultaneously.
"Is this a broken heart?" she asked in reference to the blackened heart ripped in half on the left side of my chest.
I nodded and pulled her into my grasp before she started asking questions I didn't feel like answering. My last relationship ended five years ago, and although time seemed to fly by as the days went on, the splinter that pierced my heart remained. A constant reminder that heartache was lingering around the corner.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked.
Her eyes darted up to mine, and the warmth that stirred behind her warm chocolate eyes evaporated, leaving sadness behind, and I hated myself instantly.
She didn't answer me. She just looked down and picked at the plush fabric of the duvet.
"Brooklyn?" I demanded.
Not sure if it was the bass in my voice, but when she finally yielded to my gaze, her Bambi-like eyes were brimmed with tears.
I cupped her cheek in the palm of my hand and let my thumb graze across it just as a tear began to fall.
