I couldn’t find the will to protest. Fuck, I could barely breath when she was working my dick like a goddamn stripper pole.
“Although, I’m also partial to these.” She scraped a nail down my length, tracing the bulging pink lines. “The veins.”
A shiver racked my body.
“They look painful.”
“Are you planning on doing something to fix that?” I growled.
“Maybe.”
A groan rumbled out of my chest when her grip tightened, pumping me once, twice, three times. Hand jobs were underrated. Every guy enjoyed getting his dick sucked, but a slow, lazy hand job went a long way.
Somebody ought to put that on a mug.
I’m easy like a Sunday morning . . . hand job.
My cock protested when she stilled her movement. “Then again, I really should check my email.”
I shot up before she had a chance to escape, rolling her beneath me and caging her in against the mattress. The tits that I was now very well acquainted with bounced beneath her shirt. She was still gloriously naked from the waist down, which made it easy to wedge two fingers inside her to test her readiness. My other hand gripped her chin, holding her in place while I plundered her mouth.
“Austin.” She moaned breathlessly. “I want you inside me.”
“You gonna let me take you bare, baby?”
We’d had the customary birth control discussion in the wee hours of the morning. I knew she had an I.U.D., but there was a lot more to safe sex than preventing pregnancy. Neither of us had been with anybody else for months, and we had both been tested since then, so she knew exactly what I was asking for.
Her trust.
“Yes.”
“You want Daddy to fill you up with this cock?”
She groaned out her assent when I removed my fingers and replaced them with my cock, rocking forward into her weeping cunt.Fuck.I dropped my head into the crook of her shoulder, peppering her neck with kisses while I tried to catch my breath.
She felt good.
So. Fucking. Good.
I would be lucky if I lasted a minute, less if she kept squeezing me like that. I groaned again and lifted my head. Her smile was a dead giveaway. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.
“Why do you have to do that?”
She batted her lashes. “Do what?”
“Be a naughty girl.”
“You love it.”
I love y—
I barely resisted the urge to say it—the phrase that until now, had always been reserved for friends and family. Instead, I powered into her, swallowing up her cries with my lips. It was the only surefire way to keep myself from saying something stupid and scaring her off. Best to keep my mouth occupied, kissing, licking, nibbling.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I chanted, pinning her hips to the mattress as I increased my tempo. Nellie’s hand slipped between our bodies, circling her clit. “There’s my naughty girl. Touch yourself, baby. Come all over Daddy’s cock.”
Daddy loves you.
Fuck, there they were again. Those three little words that were anything but. With the exception of the woman beneath me, I had never been much for little things. I had the beard and belly to prove it. And yet, in this moment, I knew there was nothing I wouldn’t do to protect Janelle Wheatley. To guard her heart, mind, body, and soul.
