Page 25 of Right Pucking Daddy


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His chin dipped, and a smirk painted his gorgeous face. Close up, he looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place where I’d seen him before. I met so many people through my parents: at the rink, during college recruiting, and then while playing JUCO. I got this weird déjà vu feeling more often than I liked.

“That’s not how that saying goes.”

I laughed, “Well, I would have said it right, but I have no desire to get behind anything at the moment.”

He groaned, “Do you have a safe word?”

“The stoplights.”

“May I touch you?”

“God, yes. Please.”

His strong, muscular arm encircled my waist, yanking me against his taller frame. He buried his face in my hair, his breath feathering out over my sensitive, overheated, sweat-dampened skin, forcing shivers to dance along my nerve endings.

“If you don’t want my lips on your body, use it now.”

“I think I’ll hold my peace, if you don’t mind.”

He pulled away, his crystal blue eyes meeting mine. “I don’t mind in the least.”

His mouth took mine before the words died between us, and I gasped, his tongue filling my mouth. He tasted divine under the drink he’d been sipping. The rasp of his short, stubbly beard burned deliciously against my smooth, shaven face.

Not that I ever grew facial hair. Not even during the playoffs. My chin hardly ever needed shaving. The few times I’d been lucky enough to be kissed, the guy had been just as barefaced as I always was. They’d all been young like me. And boys. Never a Daddy like the man before me. Shane had been my first kiss. We’d both thought maybe we could go from friends to lovers, but yeah, no. It was like kissing, well, a brother, not that I ever had one to know, but it’s what I imagined kissing one would be like.

But not Alex. His face had this gorgeous, sandy brown beard that sparkled with silver, making him even sexier. Then there was the way he took control. God, he kissed me like a man possessed. And I loved it. I loved how he took what he wanted. One arm wrapped around me, holding me to him, while his cock, oh God, his cock ground into me as his thigh forced its way between mine. Thick and muscular wedged just right, lifting me off my feet to my toes, and I rode it like the slut I wanted to be for him, grinding my dick against the muscles that flexed and moved under me.

He wrenched his mouth from mine, his eyes glowed bright blue as the crystal color blinded me to anything else around me. The hand not wrapped around my waist gripped my chin as he stared into my eyes.

“I think it’s safe to say you want me, but how much?”

Desire trembled through me, my mind befuddled with the overwhelming need coursing alongside the blood in my veins.

“How much gets me a one way ticket to your bed so I can do more than hump your thigh? Not that it’s not a nice thigh, but the cock that’s trying to drill a hole in my belly would be so much better.”

He attacked my mouth and I threw my arms around his neck, slipping my hands into this hair while he gripped my waist and butt forcing my body to ride his thigh which rubbed me against his dick between us. I wanted him. I wanted to be horizontal, with him over me, taking me, owning my ass as if he bought it.

He pulled away, his mouth leaving a trail of biting, sucking, nips and kisses to my ear. He tongue bathed that orifice, too. It should’ve been gross. I hated for my ears to be wet, but this man could do no wrong.

He nipped at my earlobe before asking, “Two options. Dance with me…”

My nose crinkled, and an eyebrow arched at him, waiting.

“Or, I have a private room here at the club we could check out?”

I nodded, “Yes, that one.”

He pulled away, his thumb tracing my bottom lip as he gazed into my eyes.

“Good.”

He turned and spoke to the bartender who looked at me with his brow cocked and I nodded. I was nervous as all get out, but I wanted this. I’d noticed the silver fox Daddy when he walked into the club, but with all the bouncy, happy, jumpy boys on thefloor, who were so very much different than me, I never thought he’d see me.

Alex turned toward me, “He wants to talk with you about safety measures.”

“What? Why?”

“Just a precaution. I’m new to the community.”