Page 88 of Badd Daddy

She pulled them away from my erection and brought them down and over my knees, letting me kick them away, and her eyes were taking me in, the thick, fat-headed, purple-veined shaft of my cock, bobbing at my navel. Straining.

Her eyes widened, and she flattened her palm on my stomach just above it. She devoured me, my cock. Bigger than she was expecting, maybe, I don’t know. Didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she was touching me—wrapping her tiny hand around me, sliding her fingers down, then back up. I swallowed hard and felt myself reacting immediately.

“It’s been so long, Liv—”

She bent over and kissed me. “Hush. Just let me touch you.”

“But I—”

“I don’t care if takes ten seconds or an hour. I just want to—feel this. Feelyou. We have all the time in the world.”

I gasped as she slowly, gently stroked me. “Jesus, Liv. The way you’re touching me—”

She brushed her breasts against my chest as she kissed my lips. “What about it?”

“So fuckin’ good.”

Her smile curved against my lips. “Yeah? How fucking good?”

I rumbled a laugh, turned on even more by the curse falling so unexpectedly from her lips. “Better than anything in my entire fuckin’ life. God, please—don’t stop.”

Her mouth demanded a kiss, and I gave it to her, dizzy from the furious passion with which her lips and tongue tangled with mine, even as her fist oh so slowly and tenderly caressed my length.

“I won’t.” Her voice was so quiet, so small.

I watched, barely able to draw a breath, as her hand slid teasingly over my cock, twisting and rubbing the tip with her thumb until I was groaning and growling and tilting my hips up to get more of her touch. I reached the edge within minutes, perhaps even less—there was no concept of time, no way to measure how much time passed while she explored me.

I didn’t want it to end; not at all, and not like this, not so soon, not without feeling more of her. Hearing more of those sweet, wild sounds of her release.

I grabbed her wrists in both of my hands, pulling them away from me. “Wait, Liv—wait.”

She stared at me, confused. “I thought you said you didn’t want me to stop?”

“I don’t.” I hauled her up my body, over on top of me until she was astride me, sitting on my belly. “I need you. I don’t want to come from your hand, sweetheart—I want to come inside you. I want to make love to you. Ineedto make love to you.”

She sniffed a laugh. “Make love to me?”

I palmed her cheek, dragged my thumb across her lips. “What? Somethin’ wrong with that?”

She laughed aloud, then leaned down to kiss me—and I could’ve come just from that, from the view of her on top of me, her breasts hanging to trace over my chest. “No, Lucas. I just expected you to say something else…” She shrugged.

“Something vulgar?” I suggested.

“Yeah.”

“You sounded almost disappointed,” I said between kisses as my hands roamed her body, arcing over her shoulders, down her back, cupping her beautiful taut ass, and caressing and patting and kneading, then back up her spine. Liv was straddling me, just above my cock, her core slick and grinding on my stomach, her hands in my hair and scraping down my cheeks as she devoured my mouth, greedily taking my kisses and demanding more with her tongue and quiet breathless moans.

“I’ve come to like the way you talk. It’s refreshing and different. A little vulgar sometimes but, strangely, I like that too.”

“So…” I reached between her thighs and found her wet and waiting, her pussy tight around my fingers and her moans eager as I explored her again. “If I told you instead that I wanna fuck you…”

She gasped, tightening around my fingers as I circled her clit and then delved inside her. “Yeah?”

“You’d like that?”

“Yes, Lucas.” She reached back and grasped me, stroking me to the same rhythm that I circled her clit. “I want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me. I want all of it. Right now. Please, right now.”

“God, Liv—you got no fuckin’ idea what it does to me when you swear.”