Page 47 of Daddy’s Obsession


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God. So good.

“Baby, that’s it. Take my dick nice and deep. Well done. Relax. Fuck. Your mouth is so hot and wet. You have no idea what you’re doing to me. Don’t stop. Good. That’s right. Fuck, baby. Faster.”

His breathing grew harsh. He closed his eyes as the pressure built in the base of his spine. His balls felt so tight.

“Going to come, baby. Pull back, if you need to.”

To his surprise, she took him deep and swallowed. Fuck. That was it. He was done. There was no holding back. He groaned as he came, shooting down her throat. She swallowed him down, and when he finally remembered how to breathe, he realized that she was still licking at the head of his dick as though she wasn’t ready to let go.

“Come here,” he said more gruffly than he’d meant to.

She glanced up at him with a smile, then her tongue slid out to run over his slit.

Oh, challenging him, was she?

That was so fucking hot. But he never backed down from a challenge. He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Does someone not want to come? Because I am fine with teasing you until you’re close to the edge and then pulling back.”

She leaned back, her mouth dropping open in shock. “You wouldn’t!”

“Wouldn’t I? Best you get up here, huh? You wouldn’t want to risk that, would you?”

She moved, rising then straddling him so quickly that she ended up thumping down against his dick.

“Easy, girl. Let’s not damage the goods when he just had the best blow job of his life.”

Her cheeks turned crimson, happiness dancing in her eyes. “What? Seriously?”

“Fuck. Yeah, seriously.” Then he reached around behind her undoing her zip.

She watched him hungrily and with a hint of trepidation.

“You okay, girl?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m just . . . I’m not perfect like you.”

Okay, that stopped him in his tracks. In what fucking universe would he be considered perfect?

“Sorry, forget I said that. Stupid Maeve, always ruining the moment with your honesty,” she muttered.

He cupped the back of her neck lightly. “I like your honesty, tell me.”

“It’s complicated.”

“Maeve,” he said warningly. She needed to learn that patience wasn’t his strong suit. And he didn’t like to be denied when he wanted something.

He expected her to spill, but she shook her head again.

Oh, someone was asking for a spanking.

“Tell me.”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

He just stared at her.

“Because you look like you do. You were probably like the most popular guy in school, right? Of course you were, look at you. How often do you work out? God, I get breathless getting off the couch to make a cup of tea . . . and you can take on three assholes at once and not even break into a sweat. This is so stupid . . . I’m so not in your league . . .”

Oh, she was definitely asking for a spanking.

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