Page 20 of Wild Daddy

I climb over his legs, scooting closer, until I’m kneeling between his knees.

"Put your hands on my chest."

I place my palms flat against his skin, marveling at how warm he is, how solid. "You're so...big."

"And you're so small." His hands cover mine, guiding them slowly across his chest. "Feel that? That's what a man feels like, Marley. That's what you do to me."

Under my palm, his heart is beating fast and hard. The knowledge that I'm affecting him the same way he's affecting me sends a thrill through me that's equal parts terrifying and exhilarating.

"Lower," he says quietly.

He guides my hands down over his ribs, trailing my fingers in the indents of muscles that almost look like feathers, then across his stomach, letting me explore the terrain of his body while he watches my face with an intensity that makes me feel like I'm the most fascinating thing he's ever seen.

"How does it feel?" he asks.

"Amazing. Overwhelming." I look up at him, trying to find words for sensations I've never experienced before. "I didn't know touching someone could feel like this."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm learning a new language. Like every nerve ending in my body is suddenly awake. I’ve always winced at being touched and would never have wanted to touch someone else. But, with you, it’s like breathing. Natural, necessary."

"Good." His hands move to my waist, thumbs tracing small circles through my shirt. "Now I want you to touch me somewhere else."

Heat pools between my legs, unsure but at the same time, hopeful about where this is going. "Where?"

Instead of answering, he takes one of my hands and guides it down to rest over the hard bulge under his jeans. Even through the denim, it’s intimate and impressive.

"Holy cow," I breathe.

"You did this to me," he says, his voice rough. "Just by being here, by trusting me, by letting me take care of you."

I press my palm more firmly against him, fascinated by the way his breathing changes, the way his hips move almost involuntarily into my touch.

“I thought men needed lingerie and make up and all the...” I make this weird sort of jazz hands gesture. “You know, sexy stuff.”

He mimics my twisting hand gesture then grabs my wrists, his rough grip stealing my breath.

“With you, baby, it’s all sexy. I’ve not touched a woman in ten years. Didn’t know my secret kink was little girls with big brains.”

I snort as I inspect the lines on his face, letting myself really look at him. Older, yes. But I don’t register the age. I see the man in the blue of his eyes. In the way his forehead comes together when he’s waiting for me to speak.

“Nerd kink.” I finally say, “It’s a thing, I read about—”

He flattens my hand over my mouth, his fingers tight around my wrist. “I’m all for reading. You might not guess it, but I’m on book 88 of the hundred books to read in your lifetime. But it’s a balance, baby. Reading and living. Right now, it’s about living. Feeling. Experiencing.”

I nod, and he releases my hands, the blood warming to my fingertips.

"I want to see," I say, surprising myself with my boldness.

"You want to see my cock?"

The crude word should shock me. Instead, it sends another wave of heat through my body. "Yes, Daddy, I want to see your cock."

He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down just enough to free himself, and I have to fight the urge to pull my hand away. He's big and hard and completely foreign to anything in my limited experience.

"Touch me," he says.

I wrap my fingers around him tentatively, amazed by the contrast of soft skin over steel-hard muscle. He groans when I touch him, and the sound makes me feel powerful in a way I've never experienced before.

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