Page 50 of Daddy's Pursuit
Benson lifted his head and locked eyes with her.
“Daddy is hot!” she whispered.
Benson just sighed, stretched, and then laid his head back down and closed his eyes.
A moment later, Daddy returned with a stack of folded towels and washcloths. “I’ll just put these in the cabinet beneath the sink and then get out of your way.”
Iris tried to respond but once again, at the sight of the man in all his splendor, she was speechless.
Well, it’s not all his splendor,she thought while suppressing a giggle. But it was close.
Leaving one cloth atop the vanity, Jack smiled at her before leaving, closing the door behind him.
Iris sucked in a deep breath and held it for a moment before releasing it. Bringing her hand in front of her face, she watched it and realized she was trembling.
Damn. Daddy had a powerful effect on her!
She tried to move on, but her mind just wouldn’t forget what she’d seen—and the way she’d felt when Daddy’s bare skin had brushed her arm. Just that simple act had sent her into a tailspin.
With her heart still thumping rapidly and her breathing shallow, she hatched a plan and set to it.
It wasn’t like her, as usually she’d never be this bold. But just Daddy’s presence instilled confidence in her.
She wasn’t going to waste it.
The surprise was evident in Jack’s eyes when Iris stepped out of the bathroom without a single piece of clothing on.
Now, it was the seemingly unflappable Jack who was rendered speechless.
Despite the reaction, though, suddenly Iris felt that old familiar self-doubt creep in. It was awful how fast it could take hold of her; like a switch had been flipped.
“I hope I’m not too… skinny and…” She hung her head and shrugged.
With her eyes cast to the floor, she didn’t even realize Daddy had walked to her until she felt his hand come under her chin and gently tilt her head up.
He brought his lips to hers and let the kiss be his answer.
It was a strong, passionate kiss that caused Iris to forget about that self-doubt just as quickly as it had gripped her. Now, she was caught up in the moment as Daddy’s bare torso pressed up against hers, his knotty muscles feeling like heaven as his arms snaked around her waist and pulled her closer.
That feeling of euphoria spread as he moved his lips down to her neck and began to feast.
“Will you take me to bed, Daddy?” she whispered.
Once again, his actions gave her the answer. Her feet were off the ground before she even realized she was being carried away.
A second later, she was on the bed. After he shed his boxer-briefs, giving her a brief glimpse of his long, swelling, veiny member, she watched him climb onto the bed and crawl toward her, his powerful arms pulling his frame upward as his muscles tensed.
He looked like a hungry lion approaching a gazelle. But Iris didn’t feel threatened.
On the contrary, the anticipation was palpable. She wanted this and she wanted him.
She just wasn’t sure if her body was ready to handle what Daddy had in store for her.
He stopped midway up. "Spread those legs, honey. Daddy needs a taste."
She giggled as she happily complied.
The sound quickly changed to a moan as she felt the soft, wet, warmth of Daddy's mouth. He started with little nibbles on her pubic mound. Her stomach flipped a nervous somersault as the expectation grew.
