Page 43 of Keeping His Brat

When he stopped in the doorway, she was frantically working her way out of her bra. It was the last item of clothing and she tossed it aside triumphantly as he cleared his throat to let her know he was there. For a second, he just looked at her, letting his glance rove all the way down to her feet and back up again.

It was a slow deliberate stare and by the time he met her eyes the frank appraisal was visibly exciting her. She reached up and pulled her hair out of the elastic. He considered stopping her. He still liked the idea of gripping her by the ponytail, but it would be just as easy to pull when it was down.

“Where do you want me, Daddy? On the bed?” She made a move towards it.

“Where do I want you?” He laughed, low and harsh. “Oh darlin’, I want you everywhere. I think I’m going to claim every hole tonight.” He knew that wasn’t what she meant, but the look on her face was worth it. “You think you’re ready for that?”

“Oh yeah, I think I can handle whatever you’ve got, Daddy.” She sounded so confident, but then her expression faltered, just for a second.

The worry was creeping up on her again, he could tell. “Since you’re so worried about me being sick I think I’m going to let you do most of the work. At least to start.” He snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor in front of him. “C’mon over here and use that mouth of yours in a more productive way.”

Charlie looked like a deer in the headlights. Just for a second conflict warred on her face and then it was replaced with a hungry look. She licked her bottom lip and tilted her head. The look she gave him was one of pure desire.

She settled on her knees in front of him and unbuttoned his jeans, dragging the zipper down slow and easy. She took her time, building the anticipation as she freed his erection. It sprang up eagerly.

Already hard he groaned as she leaned in to blow a warm breath across the tip. His hips jerked forward, balls tightening as a shiver rolled down his spine. “Fuck, don’t tease, girl.” His voice was rough with restrained emotion and need.

She laughed, sounding low and throaty. “Not even a little, Daddy?”

A little teasing was nice, but Charlie liked to go just past that, usually to incur some kind of Dom response from him. After so long without her touch, her taste, he didn’t have the patience for that. He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, tugging her head back so she was looking up at him.

“Not unless you want to be a bad girl, but you know what happens to bad girls, Charlie?”

She stared up at him. “What happens?” Breathless excitement coated her words making it clear the threat turned her on.

“Bad girls don’t get to come. They get brought to the edge over and over until they beg for release. And then Daddy says no.”

Charlie’s lips parted slightly. Her tongue darted out to run across the bottom, so it glistened. She shifted a little. Her thighs came together, pressing tightly.

Sam could read her like a book. Even threatening to edge her without relief was a turn on for his Charlie. She was so aroused she was probably leaving a puddle on the floor, and she was ramping herself up by working the muscles in her thighs. She could get herself off that way if he let her.

“Uh-uh.” He pushed his foot between her thighs, spreading them, and then he left it nestled there. “You don’t get to come until I say so, darlin’. And I’m not going to let you unless you behave.”

She pouted dramatically, but with a resigned look she said, “Yes, Daddy.”

He gave her hair another tug, more playful this time, and then relaxed his grip. “Now, show me how much you missed me.”

And she did.

There was still a little teasing. He expected it; she just couldn’t help herself and she started by licking the length of his erection in long lazy strokes, like she was enjoying a popsicle. It felt vaguely good, but it wasn’t what he really wanted so after a minute or so he urged her on by pulling her hair and growling low in his throat.

It was probably what she’d been waiting for since she immediately lowered her mouth over the head of his cock and began sucking with a gentle motion. Sam took a shuddering breath as his whole body went on alert. It was a struggle not to give in to the urge to thrust deep into that heat, but he managed.

She let him slip back out of her mouth, eyes rolling up to watch his reaction to it. He refused to give her what she wanted, letting her only see a neutral expression. Then, after a calculated number of seconds one eyebrow went up high, as if to remind her of what she was risking.

That seemed to inspire her. She wrapped one warm hand tightly around his shaft, squeezing with gentle force as her tongue went to work. At first, she was satisfied to tease the slit and all around the top, but then her tongue dipped underneath to catch the more sensitive places and it was like a bolt of electricity shot through him.

He couldn’t hold back the loud groan of pure pleasure. It wasn’t the only sound he made as she focused all of her attention on licking and sucking the tip of his shaft. By the time she finally took him deeper into her mouth his legs were shaking.

It felt too good to stop her or else he’d have moved them over to the bed so he could sit. The warm wet velvet feel of her mouth sliding down his length was less intense but just as good in a different way. He was starting to realize that he wasn’t going to last much longer, and it left him with a choice.

But then that moment of choosing was gone before he even had a chance. Any kind of thinking was beyond him when she began to suck. Her tongue stroking the underside of his erection as she guided him deeper, it drove any coherency right out of his head.

Her hands came to rest on his hips and gripped there tight for balance. He loved to watch her when she did this. It was sexy as hell to see his cock disappearing into her mouth. The act of giving head made her seem softer, more submissive at first, but then often by the end there was an aggressiveness to it, like she wanted to devour him.

She went slow in the beginning, her head gently bobbing as she gradually eased him in. Cheeks hollowed, her mouth collapsed around him like the perfect sheath. The sensations were indescribably perfect. He wanted it to last forever, but there was an urgency building that had his hips rocking in spite of himself.

And then he was nudging the back of her throat as she worked those muscles around his hot flesh, stroking, kneading. His whole universe shrank down until everything he thought and felt was concentrated on her mouth. All of it balanced in an endless moment and then he felt his balls pulling up tight and knew he was about to go.

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