Page 9 of Power Play Daddies
“Good,” I say, diving back in, my hand sneaking down to wrap around myself. I’m so hard it’s almost painful and touching her is the only thing that keeps me from losing my damn mind.
Her thighs tighten around my head as she shudders, her moans bouncing off the walls. “Beau!”
“Yeah, that’s it,” I say, my voice muffled. “Give it to me, Daisy.”
She jerks against my mouth, gasping as her orgasm takes her. I hold her steady, lapping up every bit of her until she’s tugging at my hair, pulling me up.
“I need to taste you,” she says, her voice breathless.
Fuck. “Yeah?”
She nods, tugging me toward her. I stand, and she sinks to her knees, her eyes locked on mine as she slides her hands up mythighs. My boxers hit the floor, and she doesn’t waste time, her lips wrapping around me.
“Jesus,” I groan, my head falling back. Her mouth is hot, perfect, and I’m already gripping the back of her head, guiding her rhythm.
She hums around me, her tongue swirling, and I curse under my breath. “You’re so fuckin’ good at this,” I rasp tightly.
Her hazel eyes flick up, mischievous, as she takes me deeper.
“Shit.” I pull her back. “You’re gonna kill me.”
She grins, her lips swollen. “Worth it.”
I chuckle and reach for my jeans on the floor. “Give me a second.”
I pull a condom from my wallet, tearing it open as she watches, her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted.
“C’mere,” I say, sitting on the lounge chair. I slide the condom on, holding out a hand to her.
She straddles me, her thighs bracketing my hips as I grip her waist. She’s warm, slick, and when she sinks down onto me, we both groan.
“Fuck, Daisy,” I say, my head falling against her shoulder.
She moves slowly at first, her hips rolling. My hands slide up her back, pulling her closer as she picks up the pace.
“Beau,” she whispers, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” I tell her.
She leans back, her hands bracing on my chest. “You feel so good.”
I grip her hips tighter, guiding her movements. She’s perfect, her body fitting mine like a glove, and I know I’m not gonna last long.
Her breath catches, her thighs tightening around me as she starts to shake. “Beau?—”
“Yeah, I got you,” I say, holding her steady as she comes apart. Her head falls back, her cries filling the room, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
A few more thrusts, and I’m done for, my body going rigid as I spill into the condom.
The chair creaks beneath us, and before I can react, it gives out, dumping us onto the floor.
“Shit!” I laugh, rolling onto my back. She’s sprawled on top of me, her hair a mess, and she’s laughing so hard she’s crying.
“Your fancy-ass chair couldn’t handle us,” she teases, wiping at her eyes.
“Guess not,” I say, grinning. I stand and scoop her up in my arms. “Good thing I’ve got more chairs—and more condoms.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, smiling up at me. “You’re ridiculous.”
