Page 315 of Tempted By her Daddies

Then he reached her breasts. His tongue flicked over one nipple.

“Ohh,” she moaned.

He moved to her other breast and ran his tongue over it.

“Stay still,” he warned as she started to squirm.

Bending down, he nuzzled his face against her neck, breathing her in.

“Delicious.” Then he kissed up her neck until he got to her lips, kissing her lightly then deepening it. She hungrily kissed him back.

Lord.

This was like torture.

She wanted to touch him and yet she didn’t want him to stop.

Be strong.

He pulled back and his lips parted as he breathed heavily. “You are amazing.”

She could feel herself blush and she shook her head.

He rested all of his weight on one hand as he grasped hold of her chin. “Yes, you are. Amazing and mine. Ours.”

Then he kissed her again. And the next fifteen minutes or so became a blur of need and arousal. He alternated between kissing her and playing with her breasts.

Her breathing grew sharp and fast.

“Please, please,” she begged.

“What is it, darling girl?” he asked.

Shoot.

Dare she ask? She bit her lip.

“Tell me.” This time his voice was firmer. Leaving her no choice but to ask.

“Can I . . . will you touch me? Down there?”

“You want me to? You know I’ve never done that before.”

“Please, I’m dying.” She gave him her most pathetic look and he snorted.

Drat.

Seemed that he didn’t believe her.

Rude.

But then he moved so he was kneeling on the floor next to the bed.

“Scoot down so your hips are at the edge,” he bossed.

She shifted and he tapped the insides of her thighs again. “Hold these up to your chest and out.”

Obeying him, she raised her legs up.

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