Page 15 of Rough Daddy
"Gave yourself a little tour, I see?”
"Door was open, felt like an invitation. I enjoyed your notes. Diagrams. Battery life calculations."
I swallow hard. "Not what you think."
"What Ithinkis that you've been doing a lot of research on how to make a woman come without actually touching her."
Fucking spot on, little cupcake.
Not just any woman, either. I've been thinking about makinghercome while she thanks me for teaching her all the ways her body produces pleasure. The only woman I’veeverwanted to do anything like that with.
There was a time I thought I might be broken, but it seems I was waiting for the right person.
Tessa Quinn…
"Just trying to understand how they work."
"You buy sex toys to take them apart?"
"My brothers’ wives had some party in the guest cabin. Sex toy thing. My brothers found out, stormed in, dragged them out. Party lady took off like a bear was on her ass. Left all her shit. I have a closet full."
You belong to me now, Tessa Quinn.
That thought seeps into every cell in my body as I close the distance between us, watching her hold the vibrator in one hand and tuck a strand of her black hair behind her ear with the other.
"Interesting story." Wine scents her breath, a flush dappling her chest with pink.
I want to lick that flush, taste the wine on her tongue. I want to spread her thighs and bury my face in all that wet, messy goodness she’s keeping there just for me.
"Not a story. My mechanical brain got curious. Never had the chance to see how it would work in real practice.”
The admission hangs between us.
"Why don't you want to touch?"
There it is.
The question I've been dreading.
"I don’t have good impulse control. I’ve... hurt people." I stuff my hands in my front pockets to keep from hurting this barely-there girl, nearly two decades younger than me, who doesn’t understand the danger she’s in.
A shy smile curves her luscious lips. “A little pain might be fun.”
I shake my head. If there’s a God, He’s fucking testing me.
"I don't know how to touch someone without breaking them. But these..." I nod at the toy. "These can give you what you need without me fucking it up."
What I really want is to bend her over this counter and claim that sweet pussy with my cock, but a part of me still can’t quite piece together how to do that without destroying her.
For a long moment, she just stares.
"Show me." She taps the tip of the toy against my chest.
"What?"
"I want a demonstration. Show me what you figured out. Show me what you learned."
Jesus Christ.
