Page 14 of Keeping His Babygirl

When I try to end the kiss to protest that she doesn’t have to reciprocate, she presses her lips harder to mine. Then those wicked hands of hers are pulling my aching cock free of my jeans.

“Fuck,” I groan against her lips.

She gives me one final kiss, then crawls down the bed until her mouth hovers over my cock. She leans in and gives it a dainty lick. I shudder at the feel of her hot tongue on me. Jesus, I won’t last a fucking minute at this rate.

“Are you going to suck daddy’s cock like a good girl?” My question is growled through gritted teeth.

“Yes, daddy,” she purrs, sticking her tongue out to catch the precome dripping from the tip.

“Tease.”

She just smiles as if she’s proud of herself. I wrap her hair around my fist and guide her mouth to my cock. “Suck,” I command.

Her lips open, and then I’m in heaven. She lowers her mouth around my length until I hit the back of her throat.

Jesus Christ, there was no lead-up, she just took me straight down her throat, and I’m blown away by the sensation. My hand flexes in her hair as she swallows me down. When her throat constricts around my cock head, I swear my eyes fucking cross. Before I can recover, she’s bobbing up and down on my length, her cheeks hollowed with suction.

I’ve had countless blow jobs in the past, but Addy is sucking me like it’s the only thing she wants to do for the rest of her life.

“You better slow down, or I’m going to come,” I warn as the pleasure becomes overwhelming.

Her eyes spark with triumph at my admission, and she doubles down in her efforts to push me over the edge.

“Is that what you want? You want daddy to come in your mouth?”

She makes a garbled noise around my cock that sounds like a yes. That’s all it takes for me to lose complete control. I grip her hair tighter and thrust up into her waiting mouth. She gags around my length while she catches the new rhythm I’ve set. Saliva drips around my cock in a sloppy mess, and her eyes are filled with tears.

She hollows her cheeks, sucking me hard, and I lose all restraint. My cock throbs as my balls draw up tight to my body. My release comes on like a freight train. Addy does her best to swallow me down, but some escapes her lips. Once she’s sucked me dry, she pulls off my sated cock and licks her lips clean.

I take her in while I catch my breath. Her hair is a mess from my fingers, and her lips are swollen from my cock. She looks like a siren ready to lure men to their death.

I cup her cheek and pull her down for a kiss. “You okay? I wasn’t too rough with you?” I ask, needing to check in after my loss of control. I never intended to be so rough with her.

“I’m fine. It was good,” she says, suddenly sounding shy again. “Was it okay for you?”

I can’t hold back my bark of laughter. “Doll, if it were any better, you’d have killed me.”

CHAPTERFIVE

Addy

You’d have killed me…four words said in jest are like ice water down my spine. I quickly get up from the bed, leaving a very confused Axel in my wake. I spin circles looking for my underwear and bra. I’m in a flurry of motion, anxiety riding me hard. Just the idea of losing another person in my life, no matter how little time I’ve known them, has me in a tailspin.

“Hey, hey, hey. Calm down,” Axel says, grabbing me up in his arms and holding me steady. “What’s wrong, doll?”

I can’t tell him. It sounds ridiculous even to me. I’m overreacting on a major scale. I shake my head and pull away. He hesitates in letting me go but doesn’t fight me when I step out of his hold. Now that I’m a little calmer, I’m able to find my clothes and get dressed. Axel watches me with concern. Even though I'm totally embarrassed, I feel better once I’m dressed.

I can’t believe I went from one of the hottest scenes of my life to an anxiety attack in like two seconds. That’s probably worse than bursting into tears after sex. He probably thinks I’m crazy. Or he thinks I’m freaking out over our scene.

“What’s wrong?” he asks. When I don’t answer right away, he asks a different question. “Did I do something you didn’t like?”

“It’s not you. It’s me.”

Yeah, I just pulled out the most cliché line in history. I refuse to explain why I panicked because, in order to explain, I’d have to talk about William. I can’t talk about him with another man—not now, maybe not ever.

God, this was a mistake. I never should have agreed to a scene with a man that I could easily find myself attached to. My online date was the safe option… this is something totally different.

“That’s a crock of shit. Something happened,” he says, not buying my excuse.

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