Page 14 of Daddy's Accidental Babies

“Dominic,” she whimpered, “I…”

“Hush,” I whispered against her skin. “Just feel.”

I couldn’t get enough of her. Savannah’s scent, her taste, it drugged my senses and sent me spiraling into a realm of pure need. I lapped at her sweetness, teasing her swollen folds with the tip of my tongue, circling her clit until she was squirming against me. Her moans only spurred me on to desperation, my hands grasping her thighs for leverage as I feasted on her.

Her nails were digging so hard into the back of my neck that I knew she’d leave marks, but all that mattered was the way she was coming apart under my touch.

As she continued to writhe against my mouth, her moans grew louder and more frenzied. I knew she was close, the tension in her body palpable, and I was determined to send her over the edge. Increasing the pressure of my tongue, I slipped a finger inside her wet heat, curling it in a slow, deliberate motion that elicited a strangled moan from deep within her chest.

“That’s it, oh God,” she purred, gyrating her hips against my face. “Don’t stop…”

Suddenly, her body stiffened, and her head threw back against the wall. She pushed on my head, and I felt her knees go weak.

Savannah’s release shook her entire body, and I held her close, gently easing her through the intensity of her climax as she jolted and shook. Her core pulsed around my digits, creating a sloppy mess in her panties that scraped the side of my fingers. When her breathing had returned to something resembling normal, she leaned back against the wall as I rose, wiping her from my face with the back of my hand.

“And now…” I mewled, taking her hand, backing away, pulling her with me. “We finish up in the bedroom.”

She looked half drugged, swaying with a giddy smile on her face.

As I led her by the hand down the hall and up the staircase, Savannah’s heavy breathing seemed to slow and grow steadier. Her heels clicked rhythmically on the marble floor, a sensual beat that seemed to punctuate our every step. Pausing with my hand on the doorknob to my bedroom, I drank in her flushed face, dilated pupils, and swollen lips. “Ready?” I purred in her ear, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Y-yes…” she stuttered, batting her eyelashes, and I pushed the door open.

I pulled her into my chest and kissed her hard, and she groaned when my fingers started working her buttons. We wrestled each other out of our clothing, groping, fondling, and with a fair bit of heavy breathing and panting. Savannah’s body pressed against mine, every inch of her naked flesh against mine set off a thousand fireworks within me. Her hands traced down my chest, stopping at my waistband, and began to undo my pants with impatient efficiency. Our breaths mingled together, hot and heavy as she freed my hardness from its confinement.

Fully erect, I guided her back onto the bed, reveling in the way her body yielded to mine. She hooked her ankles around my waist, pulling me closer as she arched her back, offering herself to me completely. Slowly, I entered her, savoring every exquisite inch of her heat. She gripped me like a glove, as if she’d been made for me and only me. Our bodies moved together in harmony, each thrust pushing us both higher and higher towards the edge.

“Dominic,” she moaned, burying her nails in the sheets beneath us. “Oh God…I…”

Her moans drove me wild, spurring me on to pick up the pace, and her inner walls clenched around me, rippling with each deep plunge I took. I slid a hand down to her sopping core and once again found her silken nub. I traced figure eights over it, watching her face contort with pleasure. “You feel so good,” I growled in her ear. My other hand grabbed onto her thigh, lifting her leg higher as I angled myself even deeper inside her.

“God, Dominic,” she hissed, clawing at my sides and arching into me. “Deeper,” she whimpered, and I couldn’t wait to obey that command.

I drove my hips into hers with a newfound ferocity. Each thrust brought us both closer to the edge, and I could feel myself teetering on the brink of release. The room was filled with the sounds of our ragged breaths and wet, carnal noises, bouncing off the walls like an erotic symphony. I increased the pressure on her clit, flicking it harder and faster in time with my thrusts.

“Come for me,” I demanded, rougher than intended, my self-control hanging by a thread. She jolted and gasped in a slew of garbled noises that sounded like sheer pleasure.

“Open your eyes,” I said, commanding her, my voice rough with lust. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”

Savannah’s eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine as she gasped for air. Her inky irises were glassy with desire, pupils blown wide with arousal. It was all the encouragement I needed to drive myself even deeper into her core.

“That’s it,” I whispered in her ear, nipping at her earlobe. “Give it to me…Let go…”

Her response was a strangled moan as her inner walls clenched around me, signaling her orgasm. I tightened my grip on her thigh and kissed her hard, swallowing her cries of ecstasy as she shattered around me. The sensation of her pulsing muscles milking me pushed me over the edge. I grunted into her mouth and continued to bottom out as she writhed, and whenher body was calm, I breathed out a sigh of pleasure and kissed her forehead.

I pulled out slowly, still catching my breath. I kissed her again, this time softer and searching. She rested her head on my chest for a moment, curling into the crook of my arm like she might stay. My hand settled on her back and felt the pulse of her heart as it hammered.

Then her phone started to buzz from somewhere across the room, and she flinched slightly at the sound, then pushed up off my chest with a quiet breath and reached down to gather her bra from the floor. As she hooked it behind her back, still avoiding my eyes, she said, “I really should go…”

She slipped her arms into her blouse, her voice light, like she was trying to keep it casual. “If I don’t prep tonight, I’ll be buried by noon tomorrow.”

“You could stay,” I said, attempting to coax her back to bed. I propped myself up on one elbow, draped my hand in front of my still-moist dick.

She didn’t look at me. “I can’t. I’ve got an early meeting and a pile of briefs I’m supposed to be on top of by eight.”

I nodded, but I didn’t like how she was acting. It felt like this was a mistake to her, which wasn’t at all how it felt to me. I watched her move, watched her slip into her dress. There was something about the way she moved—efficient, practiced—that made me wonder if she regretted it already, or if this was just how she protected herself. Maybe she was afraid of being hurt. Maybe when I left for Zurich, I wasn’t the only one who felt slighted.

She straightened after putting her heels back on, brushing herself off and gathering her confidence. She was halfway across the room when I resigned myself to the fact she was really leaving. The sheets were still warm from her body, and I watchedher with a knot in my chest that had nothing to do with lust. I didn’t move or chase her down or make a scene.

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