Page 19 of My Boyfriend's Hitman Daddy

"I like the look of you in my clothes," he says, sitting up more so he can grip the hem of the shirt. "But I think I’d like the look of you without them more."

He’s not asking for any kind of permission, and before I know it, I’m arching my back so he can take the shirt off fully and toss it somewhere off to the side. Just like that, I’m fully naked beneath him, and my heart kicks into overdrive. Oh god, this is the first time he’s seen me completely nude like this. And if I’m reading him right, he really, reallylikes it.

Tobias sits up fully now, straddling my hips as he looks his fill, eyes darkening as he does so. He’s so hot, packed with muscle with a dusting of dark hair over his chest and body, but right now, I’m too nervous to do much more than run my fingers over the lines of his ribs while he seems to memorize every curve of my figure.

"You’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen." Tobias’s voice is dark, full of promises of all the things he’s about to do. "I’ve been thinking about what you told me last night for hours."

"What?" I’m not sure what he’s referencing, my brain having trouble keeping up with anything except for how wet he’s making me without even touching me.

"That I’m going to be the first and only man to fuck this tight, wet little pussy." I gasp when he reaches down boldly and cups my entire pussy in his large hand. "And I think I’m done waiting for it. I’m not a patient man."

At this point, I’m panting, lips parted, so turned on that I’m writhing on the bed under him. Oh my god, he’s going to take my virginity right here, right now. My feet haven’t even touched the floor. Yet today, the first thing I’m going to do is get fucked.

I’m scared, but my trust in Tobias never wavers. Swallowing hard, I nod once. "Okay. Please, Tobias."

His hand comes up off my pussy to cup my jaw gently, and I can feel my own juices on his palm. "No smart mouth this time? No arguing?"

I shake my head. No way. I want it too much, no matter how scary the thought might be. I try not to think of how much bigger Tobias is than me or how large the outline of his erection is. I trust him, and I want him.

His thumb brushes my lower lip when he says, "Good girl. I knew you’d behave for me. Arms above your head, wrists together."

I do as I’m told, and out of the bedside table, Tobias produces a silky red scarf that he immediately starts to bind my wrists with. "I bought this the first day I saw you at the diner," he tells me as he ties the knot—tight enough that I can’t escape, but not so much that I lose circulation. "I knew that day that I was going to have you tied to my bed eventually. And look at you now, doll. Spread out for me, getting tied up, just like I thought."

I whimper, rubbing my thighs together, but he quiets me with a soft kiss, adding, "This is for your own good, Teagan. So you can lie back and feel everything as I fill you up with my cock. You don’t have to do a single thing but feel.Starting now."

Tobias begins to kiss a hot, wet path down my body, nipping at my throat and working his way down until he reaches my breasts. With both hands, he cups them and kneads them firmly before starting to tease my nipples with his fingers. As soon as he makes contact with them, he captures my mouth in a searing kiss, tongue tangling with mine. Little sparks of pleasure build each time he rolls my nipples between his fingers, and it intensifies tenfold when his mouth leaves mine and he sucks one peak between his lips.

He moves from one to the other, swirling his tongue and nibbling with his teeth, making me clench my legs together with how badly I need him to touch me. The sensations go from my nipples straight to my pussy.

"Spread your legs for me," Tobias growls, lifting his mouth from my nipples. "And raise your knees."

Fire licks my veins, and without a second thought, I do what he says.

With my legs spread, he can see everything, and I can tell by the fire in his eyes that he loves what he sees. One hand returns to my pussy, and he starts to stroke his thumb along the length of my slit.

I let out a shuddering breath, arching my hips.

Tobias laughs at me. "I love the way you move for me, sweetheart. So fucking responsive. You have no idea what a turn-on it is, seeing how wet and needy you are. Now, be a good girl and let me hear those pretty little moans of yours. Let me know just how good this feels. Let me know what you like. What you want. Beg me for it. Tell me what you need, doll, and I promise I will give it to you, over and over again."

Oh god, how am I supposed to answer him when all I can think about is the feel of his thumb as it brushes my clit? He wants me to talk? To beg? All I can do is moan and writhe, my hips moving on their own accord.

Tobias must know I can barely string a sentence together because he takes mercy on me, saying, "Tell me if anything is uncomfortable, and I will stop. You understand?"

I nod and say, "I will."

The pressure from his thumb is gone, but before I can complain about it, his hand is between my legs and his finger is stroking the entrance to my pussy. He keeps stroking, circling the tight ring, and then the tip of his finger slides into me, just barely. He pushes a little deeper, and a little more, and a little more.

When I can't stand the anticipation any longer, I buck against his hand. It's like the dam breaks open. In an instant, Tobias' finger plunges inside me, and then, without a single ounce of warning, he adds a second finger. His thumb strokes my clit while his fingers fill me up, and the sensation is enough to make my toes curl.

"I've been dreaming about this moment for months," Tobias whispers. "How wet and tight you are, doll. It's better than I could have imagined. I can't wait to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock."

I gasp, and he curls his fingers. It makes his fingertips brush a spot inside me that sends shocks through my entire body.

"Right there," he growls. "That's the spot that will make you come all over my hand. I'm going to hit it over and over and over again until you're a writhing, quivering mess."

Oh. My. God.

Tobias begins to thrust his fingers in and out of me, slow at first and then faster and faster. It's like he's determined to prove his point, and he hits that magic spot with each thrust. His thumb never stops moving either. I don't know how he's doing it, but I can feel an orgasm building deep within me. But just when I think he's about to let me reach that peak, he stops, slowly pulling his finger out and sucking it between his lips while I watch with wide eyes. I clench my bound hands, feeling how close I am with no relief.

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