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AIDAN

Every good intention I had of respecting Lyla’s wishes goes out the goddamn window the second I see her eyes heat with desire after I threatened to kill her piece of shit ex-fiancé. The conscious thought doesn’t even float through my mind before I’m roughly pulling her in for a fierce kiss.

Our teeth clash but it doesn’t deter either of us; instead, it seems to spur the moment on even more. She tastes like her favorite cherry vanilla lip balm and something else distinctly Lyla. The combination is downright addictive. If I’m not careful, I could get lost in her flavor and the way her lips mold to mine.

“Lyla,” I murmur between brushes of our lips. “We don’t have to do this. I know you said you weren’t ready.”

She groans, nipping my bottom lip hard. “Aidan?”

In spite of my rational words, I can’t stop myself from dropping kisses down her soft neck. “Yes, angel?”

“Please shut up and fuck me.”

A husky chuckle escapes me before I can stop it because even when my girl is being bossy, she’s still polite. I tuck my face down and smile into her neck before lightly biting at the soft skin between her neck and shoulder. “Yes, ma’am.”

Moving back just far enough so I don’t accidentally elbow her, I reach up and grip the back of my shirt, nearly ripping it in my haste to get naked. I’m thankful the cab of my truck has so much space, otherwise this wouldn’t be possible.

The way Lyla’s appreciative gaze roams over my bare chest has my dick jumping behind my zipper, and I push a hand down over it to alleviate the ache. I don’t think there will ever be a day when this girl doesn’t turn me on like nothing else ever has.

With practiced movements, she shucks off her shirt and bra, leaving me staring at her gloriously bare tits. They’re on the smaller side and a perfect handful. I go to cup them in my hands and grunt at the feel of her stiff nipples scraping against my palm. She moans, and it’s like a siren’s call, leaving me powerless to resist her.

I dip down and take one of the stiff peaks in my mouth, sucking and nipping until she’s squirming in my lap.

“Dammit, angel. You taste like I’m gonna need to go to church and beg for forgiveness next Sunday.”

The way she giggles as her nimble fingers go for my belt and zipper has me thrusting into her hand before she even gets my pants undone, and suddenly, I can’t go another minute without tasting her.

She already had the center console flipped up, so I band one arm around her back and flip us so I’m lying over top of her across the bench seat.

Lyla shrieks, making me chuckle, but her surprise turns into breathy moans when I tuck my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and yank them down, barely stopping long enough to get them off her feet. I kick the driver side door open and drop to my knees on the sideboard, so I’m at the perfect angle to toss her legs over my shoulders.

Her gaze is hot on mine when I glance up, and I don’t wait another second before diving in. A ragged groan escapes my throat when I get the first hit of her flavor, and I lose all sense of time and place.

Forget baseball, I want to spend the rest of my days worshipping at this angel’s alter.

Dragging my tongue along her drenched core, I circle her sensitive little clit and dip a single finger inside her, curling it up to hit the spot I know drives her crazy.

Right on cue, her hips buck up and bring her even further into my mouth, and I make sure to vocalize just how much I like it.

Pulling back for air, my words are barely more than a gasp. “Fuckin’ love it when you use me, angel. Ride my face like it’s your own personal toy.”

She moans loudly and cries out when I suck her clit between my lips, giving it just enough pressure to feel good but not enough to offer any relief. I use the stud of my tongue ring to keep a smooth pressure along the underside of her clit. Toying with her this way might become my new favorite game.

“Daddy, please!”

Oh, fuck. If I had any thought in my mind that the first time she called me that was a fluke, it was gone. My cock just went from hard to a steel fucking pipe in half a second, and I know I’m dripping precum into my boxer briefs right now.

With a hoarse moan, I dive back in and add a second finger to Lyla’s sweet cunt, pumping them in and out at a swift pace, keeping my fingers curved to hit that little spot behind her pubic bone. With my other hand, I unzip my pants and pull my dick out, nearly hissing at the friction of my hand against it. I haven’t even been inside her yet, and I’m already close.

I move my mouth to the side and bite the inside of her thigh, growling like a fucking animal. “You gonna be a good little sinner and come for Daddy, dirty girl?”

She cries out when my tongue returns to her clit, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she detonates. “That’s it,” I praise her. “That’s my good girl. Come all over my fingers, and then you can come on my cock.”

Lyla whimpers, scrambling back slightly when I don’t let up the pressure on her clit. I gentle it just a bit, but I want her close again when I impale her because I know I won’t last, and my angel deserves at least two orgasms for every one of mine.

“Ah ah ah, angel. Did I say we were done?”

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