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But I wait. I want the word.Needthe word.
I shouldn’t be playing games like this, but fuck, she tastes so good I can’t help myself. I could lose myself in this woman. Haven’t even been inside her yet, and I’m already halfway gone.
She shifts and tries to put her weight onto my mouth by shifting her hips.
“Nuh-uh,” I say with a wag of my finger. “Naughty, naughty girl, trying to take before I offer.”
“Why? Why won’t you just—”
I cut her off with a flick of my tongue over her clit. Just enough to make her gasp, but not enough to satisfy.
“Oh my god, don’t stop,” she gasps, gripping my hair like it’s her lifeline.
Every tug only makes me harder. Not that I need the help. My cock is already leaking precum.
“Andy, please…” she moans, and fuck, my name on her lips? Pure sin. She’s so close.
“Yes?” I whisper, circling her clit, teasing but still not giving her exactly what she wants. I need more.
“Please, Daddy…”
A groan rips from my chest. “That’s it. Show me how much you want me. Beg for it. Beg for a taste of me.”
“Fuck me, Daddy. I need you.”
I growl, dragging my tongue over her clit again, this time with intent. I suck that tight little nub into my mouth, flicking it mercilessly while her thighs clamp around my head.
She curls over me, clutching me to her body, panting like I’ve set her on fire. Then I slide one thick finger inside her, slow, careful, deep. She’s tight. I work her open gently, then add a second.
My cock throbs with anticipation, already slick with precum. But it’s not his turn yet.
I start pumping my fingers into her, watching her face contort with pleasure. Sweat beads at her hairline, her lips parting, her cheeks flushed all the way down to her chest. I fucking lovea woman who blushes. Always have. But onlyoneother woman has ever flushed all the way down to her tits like that.
Phoenix.
Nah. Not a chance in hell.
Before I can spiral further, I feel her body tense, clenching around my fingers as her arousal surges. She’s close, so close, and I want to watch it happen. I suck her clit hard, curling my fingers inside her just right.
She gasps loudly, and I pull back to watch the climax take over. Then, she squirts, her legs buckling beneath her, but I catch her, steadying her with one arm. Streams of her release coat my hand, my wrist, my chest… even my face. She’s moaning, crying out, practically thrashing, and I ease my fingers out, only to flick her clit with sharp, relentless strokes, dragging it out until she’s sobbing with pleasure.
And I’m hard as a fucking barbell, it aches. I glance down. Yeah… it’s his turn.
Time to bring home the winning goal.
Chapter 10
Leighton
I’m floating—no,soaring—on waves of pure ecstasy. The world around me dissolves until I can’t tell where I end and the pleasure begins. I don’t know who I am anymore, or where I am. All I know is the heat pulsing through me—deep, consuming, electric—rippling from the center of my body out to my limbs, which feel weightless and numb.
If he weren’t holding me up, I’d be a melted mess, sticky-sweet like hot fudge dripping over ice cream right here on this hard floor.
And still, I want more. That fire, the one I thought had gone out years ago, suddenly roars back to life inside me. It’s wild and bright and alive, and I know with every ounce of my being that no one else could’ve lit it.
Only them. And right now,him.
The man behind the Jester mask. The one who calls himselfDaddywhen no one’s watching. Just the thought of that name in his voice sends a fresh wave of heat crashing through me. Thisisn’t just hot. It’sdangerouslyhot. The kind of moment that leaves marks.
