Page 7 of Runaway Daddy


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"Christ, look at you," he grumbled. "You're actually dripping." His eyes flicked up at me, and I was embarrassed to feel the heat on my cheeks again. I wanted another drink so bad. Anything to make this feeling of mortification go away so I could enjoy this.

I whimpered as his mouth closed in. His tongue dragged up my slit in one long lick, ending on my clit with a flick. My hips bucked into his face.

"Oh God," I moaned loudly.

His tongue dragged up my slit again. My hips bucked into his face as I reached down for his hair, but Kade caught my wrists and pushed them back against the wall.

"Don't move," he said. "Hands stay there."

I nodded and kept my palms splayed on the cold plaster as he spread my thighs wider with both hands. His mouth closed over me again, tongue circling my clit in steady strokes. He sucked gently, then harder until I gasped.

Then his fingers slid inside me, curling and thrusting while his tongue kept flicking my clit. The wet sounds were obscene, but I was ready to collapse from the pleasure.

I tried to rock against him, and he held my hips still with one hand.

"Kade," I gasped. "I'm?—"

He growled low against my skin while his tongue moved faster and his fingers drove deeper, hitting that spot over and over until my thighs trembled. The heat coiled tight in my belly, making my hips push forward and my body arch away from the wall, and then I snapped.

Wave after wave of ecstasy pulsed from my core outward like I'd never experienced before. Kade's mouth was magic, coaxing the deepest moans from my lips and dragging panting breaths from my lungs until I had no choice but to brace myself on his head or fall over.

His arm pinned me against the wall harder while I shuddered and jolted and the sounds of the mess I was making all over his face and hand only got louder. When he growled and slowed his movements I was on the verge of tears from an orgasmso incredible I felt like I never knew what sex was until this moment.

I hung draped over him for a few moments, until he slowly rose up and straightened me at the hips, then reached for the bottle of rum on the stand by the door where he must've set it when we walked in.

"You taste incredible," he murmured before taking a swig. I watched him swish it through his mouth before handing me the bottle, but this time I only sipped. He was right. I wanted to remember every second of this.

"Oh my God," I moaned between sips of rum. My head truly swam now, the room spinning and the deep relaxation of the orgasm taking me under. When I swayed, he took the bottle from me and wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me upright, which only made me snicker wildly.

"Woah there..." he said playfully as he set the bottle down. "Gotta make it to the bed before you go horizontal." The way he effortlessly picked me up and carried me to the large four-poster bed in the center of the room only made this more perfect. "You want to stop? You're sort of drunk..."

"Hell no," I mumbled, grinning at him as I wrapped both arms around his neck. When he tried to lay me down I held him tight, causing him to topple onto the bed with me. Our teeth collided, but he rolled me over until I was on top of him, straddling him with his hard dick between my slick thighs. It made me giggle more until his lips crushed against my mouth and I felt both of his hands gripping my butt, pulling me down harder.

"You're really good at that," I managed between kisses.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet." Kade grinned against my lips and started rocking his hips until his dick was lined up at my entrance. Every grind of his length along my clit was painfully torturous. I wanted him inside of me, and I wanted it now.

"Do it," I panted, waiting for him to make the move, but he smirked at me.

"Tell me, Lainey... did your ex ever feel like this?" Kade slid into me slowly, stretching me so wide I thought I'd tear, and when he hit my back wall I yelped and sat straighter, bracing my hands on his chest.

"Oh holy..." I breathed, hips beginning to rock without conscious thought. It was incredible. He was so thick, and so deep I felt like if I touched my belly I'd feel him there.

"I'll take that as a no," he said confidently, beginning to thrust into me from below.

"Oh God," I moaned, voice shaking. "You're so thick—God, I feel you everywhere."

He gripped my hips and pulled me down harder, growling. "You like that, baby? Taking me deeper than he ever could go."

I clenched around him and whimpered. "Yes—God yes. Don't stop."

He continued to thrust upward while his thumb found my clit again, circling it in slow, firm strokes that made my thighs tremble. The heat surged fast, wave after wave building until I arched back and almost screamed, the orgasm crashing through me hard and leaving me shaking, walls pulsing around him as I rode it out.

Every jolt of pleasure made my core clamp down on him in rhythmic contractions, and I thought my eyes would pop out of my head. He growled low in his chest and pinched one of my nipples while simultaneously continuing his assault on my clit. He slowed but didn't stop, keeping the rhythm deep and teasing.

"Look at you," he said, eyes locked on mine. "Coming so hard on my dick. You want more?"

I nodded, breathless. "More. Harder. Please."