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I bend down so we are even closer together. “Baby, if I crawl in a bed with you, even one that’s nothing more than a pile of blankets on the floor, I’m going to at least taste you, and then there’s no going back. Once I have my first taste…well it changes everything. You ask me if I want to fuck you?” I pull her up on her knees and come close to her. “More than I want to take my next breath but…I’m not going to do a damn thing to make you question your trust in me.”

I stand up but realize my mistake immediately. It puts her in the perfect position to wrap those pillowy lips around my aching cock. I take a step back and force myself to look away from her but she’s reaching for my hand and pulling me right back.

When I open my eyes, she’s staring up at me. “Ander, I think I want you to lay next to me tonight.”

“You think, or you know.”

She gives me a dazzling smile and pulls on my hand. “I know. I want you beside me.”

Chapter Nine

Lolly

Ander moves fast so I can’t rethink my statement, not that I would anyway. He’s pulled the sweater he loaned me up over my head and his mouth is on mine so quickly it’s dizzying. And I love every moment of it. Ander is like riding a rollercoaster in the best way possible. A safe thrill that takes your breath away and leaves you feeling like you are flying.

He kisses me while at the same time yanking his shirt over his head as well, leaving him bare-chested. The room gets hotter as he runs his mouth over my cheek and nibbles my ear before dropping kisses to the spot just under it and both of us fall back. My hands roam over his bare back exploring and finding all the dips and hollows, muscles and sinew.

He surprises me by grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the ground by my head. He pulls his mouth from my neck to stare down at me. His eyes so intense, they mimic the heat of the fire.

“You keep doing that and this is going to be over before I want it to be, baby.”

I fight to hold back my smile as he narrows his eyes. I’m flipped over on my belly before I take my next breath. He places his big hand in the middle of my back so I can’t move and then -out of nowhere- I'm jolted by the impact of his hand on my bottom, the heat from his touch burning through the thin shorts I’m wearing.

“Oh! Oh my God, did you just…just…?”

“Yep.” He seems so proud of himself and he’s left his hand where it landed so he’s massaging the swell of my ass cheek. “I’ll do it again too, if you try to take this away from me.”

“My ass?”

“No, baby, my experience getting to learn this body for the first time. I’m going to explore every part of you and I’m going to take my time and make it last all night.”

“Oh God!”

He pushes the sides of my shorts in, so they gather in the crevice of my ass. I let out a yelp as I feel his teeth sink into the soft flesh on one side. He doesn’t do it hard enough to hurt, in fact it sends tingles throughout my body, it’s just shocking to have someone…do that…to that part of my body.

“I knew when I first saw you standing over the counter in those leggings you would have this kind of body but damn! Seeing the soft skin give under my teeth or my hand and bounce right back makes me hard as fuck, baby.”

Holy shit!

His breath fans out on my sensitive skin and causes a shiver to work through me. He keeps doing things that shock and titillate me as he pulls on the back of my shorts.

“I didn’t think you had anything on under these thin as fuck little things. You’re not going to prance around in front of any other man ever again, are you baby? Not even your father. Only I get to look at you in these things.”

He brings his hand down on my cheek again -this time on the other side- and squeezes and kneads the soft globe.

When I hear his voice again, it’s close to my ear and his warmth is all along my back.

“Only Daddy gets to look at you like this, right?”

He…he just said…he called himself Daddy. How do I feel about that? Considering all the books waiting to be read on my Kindle, I would say I’m just fine with it. The moan that swells in my chest rips from me as I try to nod to tell him he’s the only one I want looking at me, to pay attention to me. The tug of the thin material in between my legs has me embarrassingly wet.

“Get to your hands and knees, little one.”

“Wh…what?”

I get another swat. “You heard me. Hands and knees.”

“Bu…but I…”

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