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“Actually, I’m pretty sober right now. Whiskey just lingers on the tongue longer than Vodka.” He shrugged, a cocky smile crossed his face, and I had to fight the laugh that tried to escape my lips. He noticed, and his grin became even smugger.
Goddammit.I faltered in my resolution to pretend I was uninterested. But it was damn impossible. Even in the middle of a room full of sealed garbage bags, with wild hair, in a pair of ripped up jeans, he was so fucking attractive I could barely stand it.I moved past him but felt him hot on my heels.
Halfway down the hall, he reached for my wrist and spun me so that my back pressed against the wall. My hands went to his chest to push him away, but the strength of his stance was no match for my weak muscles. The heat growing in my cheeks was nothing to how hot it was between my legs, not to mention the zap of electricity headed straight for my clit.
He stood over me, domineering in a way that would have been scary if he wasn’t so sexy. I’d forgotten how tall he was, how he smelled like cedarwood beneath the whiskey. I took in a long drag of his scent and was lost.
“Hard to run when I have you trapped, isn’t it?” He leaned in, the buttery scent of his breath tickling the peach fuzz on my cheek.
His words solidified the breath in my chest, and his warm brown eyes turned a shade darker. Hunger danced off the edge of his lips, and possessiveness grazed his touch. I was nothing more than prey wedged between the hardness of his chest and the cool wall. Escape was inevitable.
“Hunter…” I let the only word strong enough to push past my lips to linger in the thick air, and the corners of his mouth pulled into a smirk.
He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and pressed his forehead to mine. “Hunter is for clients, friends, and anyone else I don’t fucking like. You, baby girl, don’t get to call me that anymore.”
“What do I call you?” My words came out in a whisper as if I secretly hoped he didn’t hear them.
He shifted and gently clamped his teeth on my earlobe before letting it slip through. “Daddy. I’m fucking Daddy, but don’t confuse it with father because that’s not who I am. I’ll protect you, turn the world upside down for you, and then fuck your brains out as it burns to the ground. Understood?”
I nodded, chest heaving, body temperature steadily rising. I never saw this side of him, or maybe I did, but I ignored it. I ignored the carnal stares, the soft touches wrapped in a dominating hold. I guess he had been trying to tell me what he wanted for the past two years, and now he was tired of waiting.
“Are you going to let Daddy devour you?” He asked
Before I could reply, he bent down and stole my lips, along with the breath lodged in my chest. Sparks rocketed through my body, twisting around my spine. I shouldn’t have liked what he said, but it turned me on in a way I didn’t know I could experience. It was filthy and wrong and so fucking hot.His lips were rough, greedy, and possessive, just like I’d imagined they would be on the rare occasion I allowed myself to think about such things.
I let myself go and sank into the kiss. My hands no longer pushed him away but were pulling him into me. Encouraged by my response, he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slip between my lips. My body no longer belonged to me. It belonged to him, reacting to his every touch, throbbing and tingling all over.
He reached down, cupped my ass, and lifted me into his arms without breaking the kiss. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. God, this was happening. Hunter was kissing me, I was kissing him, and we were careening toward a point of no return, and at that moment, I knew I didn’t want to go back even if I could.
He set me on the kitchen table and pulled me against him, hands still gripping the swell of my ass. A jolt shook my lower belly when I felt his bulge through my shorts. His hands were everywhere, my butt, my boobs, my waist, and my inner thigh. He pulled my shirt off over my head, and once he did, I reached up to tangle my fingers in his hair. His lips were on my cheek, ear, neck, and collarbone. His hands unbuttoned my shorts, reaching down the back, then moving to the front. I arched against him, wanting to be closer than this, wanting to–
“Hunter, wait!” I cried out.
It was so sudden and loud that he paused. However, his gaze still lingered on me, primal and possessive, ready to take me for his own.
I swallowed and pressed my palms into the soft wood table. “I… I’m a virgin,” I stuttered, not meeting his eyes.
It was true. I have never met someone I felt comfortable enough with to reach third base. “I’m not sure… I’m not sure I’m ready for….”
Hunter’s expression didn’t shift, but he stepped back. I thought he would walk away to rethink the whole thing. Maybe he thought I was more experienced than I was and didn’t want to deal with someone so new to all of this.
But he didn’t leave. He reached beneath me, pulled out one of the chairs, and sat, positioning himself as close to me as he could get.
“I know,” he said. “I wouldn’t dream of taking your virginity right now. But I’m starving, and you’re the perfect snack.”
I was at a loss for words as he finished unzipping my shorts, then pushed me back so he could peel them down my legs. The purple panties dotted with a little bow had a hint of wetness in the crotch, and it drew Hunter in. He pressed his face into the fabric, and I felt him breathe deeply through his nose, smelling me before his tongue snaked out to suck on me through the thin fabric. He moaned loudly, then pulled my panties off, exposing me completely before pulling me up to a sitting position by my waist.
“I want you here,” he said as he slipped a finger between my folds before running it over my clit.
I gasped, and he began to rub circles around it. My whole pussy was heating up, making me whine and pant.
“Now,” he said, holding my gaze. “You’re going to be a good girl for Daddy. You’re going to sit right there and watch me. I want you to look at me while I devour you, drop by drop. I’m going to leave your pussy a wet mess, but you’ll still be a tight little virgin when we’re done.” He winked and lowered his head between my thighs.
My heart raced. I had never had anyone other than my gyno see my exposed crease, and this was an entirely different situation. This was Hunter. Hunter and me. He was touching me in all the ways I refused to let myself dream he would. I gave myself to him because I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else. The first flick of his tongue against my crease made my mind empty of anything but unadulterated pleasure. He teased the outside, then spread my lips open to put his mouth on my clit.
“Relax, be a good girl for Daddy.” He said, taking a small break before returning his wizard tongue to my clit.
I’d masturbated many times, but it had never felt anything like this. Still, with Hunter’s expert tongue sliding over every sensitive spot, I knew my trusty vibrator would no longer be a match, and I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to be a good girl so Daddy would keep going.
