Page 17 of A Father's Bliss

The dozens of questions along with the many things I wanted to tell her seem to fade with the glimmer in her eyes. I can only focus on her face. On the smooth rose color decorating her cheeks. The few freckles along the bridge of her nose. Supple lips I can’t wait to kiss again. And those eyes, bright amber hues under a fan of thick lashes.

She’s beyond beauty. She’s eternal. And I don’t want to spend another day where I’m not waking up to her.

The words stick in my throat, unable to say them because until now, I shouldn’t have felt anything for her. But I have this entire time.

“What do you want out of this?” She asks.

I abandon her hair and hook a finger under her chin, my answer simple and absolute. “You.”

The corner of her lips curl in a smile, but it’s quickly smothered out by her thoughts. By her realizations, which I’velong considered. “You don’t think you just need to work me from your system?”

My brows furrow. Perhaps I was wrong. “Work you from my system? Why in the hell would you think that?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know, I just figured…”

I lift her chin higher to prevent her gaze from dropping from mine. “The only certainty I have is that I’d only become more addicted than I already am.”

Her bottom lip disappears beneath her teeth, before a second later, she smirks, a playful gleam in her eye. “Well in that case...”

Soft hands find my waist and slowly feel around until they reach my belt buckle. She’s quick to unfasten it before moving on to the button and zipper. When she has it undone, she begins to sink to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Renee.” My voice is low, gritty, a warning wrapped around every letter. “What are you doing?”

A cocky grin paints her face. “I think it’s pretty obvious”

Her knees hit the floor as her fingers hook into the waistband of my briefs. Despite every fiber of my body being desperate for her touch, I wrap my hands around her wrist to stop her. “Have you never heard of ladies first?”

“What a gentleman.” She laughs, tugging against my hold. “But this lady chooses to have a little fun first. You wouldn’t deny me that, would you?”

My eyes narrow playfully before I release her. “There is nothing I wouldn’t give you.”

“Good,” is all she says before she returns her fingers to my briefs and yanks them down just enough to free my erection.

An indescribable wave of relief washes over me with the act, but her expression gives me pause. With her slacked jaw, and blown pupils, it’s now my turn to allow a bit of an arrogant smile to tilt my lips. “Is there a problem?”

She manages a thick swallow before shaking her head. Then she must rethink things because she nods. “It’s going to choke me.”

A deep laugh rumbles my chest. I shouldn’t be surprised by anything that comes out of this woman's mouth, but yet, I always am. “You’ll have to breathe through your nose, Renee.”

Her nostrils flare as her eyes flash to me. I can see the hint of trepidation lingering along the edges, but if I know one thing—courtesy of her stories about a triathlon, homecoming queen fiasco, and a bake sale—she is no quitter.

On cue, determination takes over as she slips her cardigan from her shoulders and tosses on to the island next to me. She then takes her hair and wraps it around one hand and gazes up at me. “Would you?”

One side of my lips hitch up. Only Renee Porter can make something like this a comical event. I can’t wait to see how long she’ll be able to keep it up when my head is between her thighs. “Of course.”

I take the hair from her and thread my fingers through it, while she lifts both hands—one finding my thigh for balance and the other the base of my cock.

A tremor runs through me with the feel of her soft hands wrapped around me, but when she leans forward and licks from base to tip, my knees buckle.

“Fuck.”

Shehumsbefore doing it again, this time, applying pressure to the flat of her tongue. When she reaches the tip, she locks her lips around it, enveloping it into her warm mouth. My blood soars, driving south and straight into my already solid cock as she pops me out of her mouth and repeats, only taking me back further.

My jaw clenches and I groan, my hand tightening in her hair. “That’s it, baby girl. Just like that.”

Something passes over her eyes at my words and I can’t help but wonder what makes little Miss Renee Porter the wettest. Praise, degradation, perhaps exhibitionism, or restraints. I intend to try them all over time, but tonight I think I’ll keep it simple and start with patience.

Satisfied that she has my cock slick enough, she begins to twist her hand in tune with her mouth, taking me halfway into her throat before moving back to the tip.

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