Page 16 of Wrong Idea

“Did my sweet girl come home and do something naughty after daddy touched her?” His filthy words made me wetter. Silken heat pooled between my legs, and all I could do was nod. “Fuck.” His eyes shut tightly before he pulled me away from the wall. “We’re going to do this right.”

“We are?” I asked, not sure if I was disappointed at him not taking me right then and there against the wall or excited for whatever he had planned.

“Yes.” He nodded, stealing a kiss, then another. “Daddy needs you, baby.” His lips drank from mine. I met him stroke for stroke. My hands tangled with the back of his head, holding on to him tightly, afraid of him slipping past my fingers and waking up to this whole thing being some kind of amazing dirty dream.

Carefully, like I was made of expensive crystal, he set me down. My knees felt weak as I stood in front of him, waiting and ready for anything. But I wasn’t afraid of falling. Not when his eyes silently told me he’d catch me if I stumbled.

I hadn’t been a never-been-kissed virgin for any particular reason other than the fact that in my teen years, I was busy trying to simply survive, living day by day to keep a roof over my head and food in my belly. As I got older and more settled, meeting people had never been a priority or easy for me. But maybe, everything had happened for a reason?Maybe I’ve been unknowingly waiting for him?

Without a word spoken between us, he took every piece of clothing off me. I’d only been naked in front of him, but even then, I’d been covered with a sheet. I should have been shy or embarrassed. In broad daylight, there wasn’t a stretch mark or stray hair he could miss. But none of that mattered with the way his gaze ate me up I could only stand there. Proudly letting his eyes enjoy me as much as I was enjoying being looked at. It was crazy. None of it made sense.

But when you met someone who was meant to be in your life, things didn’t have to make sense, right?

“Fuck,” he cursed, his hands stroking the sides of my body. From my shoulders down to my arms and torso to my hips. I doubted there was an inch of my skin that wasn’t gooseflesh, that didn’t have every nerve ending standing at attention for him. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped, dropping to his knees before me. When his lips touched my belly, the muscles beneath quivered.

“Car… I purred.

“You know what to call me, baby,” he roughly spoke, “It’s just you and me here. Say it. Call me what we both know feels right, honey,” he encouraged, kissing that very spot again just as his hands started to rub the muscles of my butt cheeks. He pulled me in closer, my thighs pressed together for some kind of relief.

“Daddy,” I whispered, trembling beneath his touch. I felt his smile against my flesh as he kept peppering little kisses here and there.

“Good girl.” His lips dropped lower to my public bone. “You smell so damn good. Are you wet for daddy, baby?” A choked, almost strangled sound bubbled out of me. My chest fell and rose like I had gone on a sprint. His eyes rose, and mine flared. His hands moved to the inside of my thighs.

“Just like that, princess. Keep those pretty eyes on me, Max baby,” he ordered, and I swallowed. It was impossible not to let myself drown in his gaze. Warm and soft yet hard. Masculine fingers skimmed my lower lips with the lightest touch. “Look at this little clit.” One of his hands dropped to the back of my knee like he could tell I was having a hard time standing up.

I felt like I was on fire from the inside out.

Without thinking, I parted my legs, quietly trying to give him more access to my body so he could touch me like I needed him to. “You want daddy to touch you, don’t you?”

“Please,” I whispered so softly I wasn’t sure I’d actually said it out oud.

“Has anyone ever touched this pretty little diamond?” His mouth was so close, his warm breath fluttered against the bundle of nerves that ached.

“No.” I swallowed. “Only me. I haven’t… I haven’t done much. You were… you were my first kiss,” I shared and worried I’d messed up when he froze and gazed up at me.

“How is that even fucking possible?” he asked, standing up, making me want to cry at the loss of his mouth so close to where I needed him. “Baby…”

“Just, umm…” Embarrassment and self-consciousness flooded through me. “I, umm… I should, umm, it was just life. Life and, umm…”

“No.” He shook his head then lifted me up and gently settled me on the bed. “You saved all this for me. Fucking hell, I knew you were made for me, baby, but, Jesus… never in a million years would I have thought…” He cursed again, pressing his forehead against mine, covering my body with his.

“Car, umm… please, Daddy, I ache,” I whined, surprised that I was asking for what I needed for the first time from someone.

“You ache,” he growled. “We can’t have that, can we, pretty girl.” I shook my head, and something came over me. Boldly, bolder than I thought was possible, I spread my legs as he rolled to the side of me and cupped my breasts.

“Please,” I begged.

“Shit,” he hissed. This time, he didn’t miss a beat. His lips and hands gave my body attention. He took one nipple into his mouth, latching on and suckling like he could actually draw milk while one hand cupped the other and rolled and pinched that nipple with his fingers. The sensations were too much. My hands clenched the sheets beneath me and wetness coated my thighs. Before I could ask him to touch me, almost like he could read my mind, his hand left my breast and made its way to where I needed him most. “Tell me you want me to touch you.”

“Please, Daddy, touch me.”

“Fucking hell, sweetheart, that sounds so good. I’m going to make you feel so fucking good,” he promised. Everything was moving so fast and quickly, it made my head spin, but even though we hardly knew one another, I knew he could do just that.

“It hurts, Daddy,” I whined, my voice a little higher, needing him to do something. To touch me a little more.

“Daddy will make it all better, I promise.” I wasn’t the kind of woman who believed people easily, but I knew Car meant it. My head swam with sensations. His thick finger skimmed between my lips again, but this time, he didn’t stop. His thumb circled my swollen clit, making my toes curl. I gasped as his thick digit breached my entrance and started to enter me slowly. So slowly, I whimpered, begging for more. For faster. Not that he would give me what I wanted.

No, Car was a man of his word.

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