Page 89 of Badd Daddy

She pressed her lips to my ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever said anything like that before. I’m not someone who swears or talks dirty.”

“I like it. A lot.”

“You do, huh?” She bent over me, tilting her core away, lifting up, and slid down my body so my cock was nestled just inside her slit. “You like it when I swear?”

“A fuckin’ lot.”

“So if I told you I’ve had wet dreams, naughty dreams about this…about you fucking me…”

I groaned, flexing to get deeper. “Fuck, Liv. You’re too much.”

She writhed on me. “I almost don’t recognize myself right now.”

“It’s beautiful, Liv.”

“Does it make me…tawdry?”

I laughed, cupping her breast with one hand and palming her ass with the other. “No clue what the fuck that means, babe.”

“Cheap. Slutty.”

I caressed her cheek, locking eyes with her, stopping everything. “Olivia—no. It makes you a woman who knows what she wants and ain’t afraid to take it, to be bold about what she wants. That there is a hell of a beautiful thing.”

Her eyes searched mine, wavering. “You really think so?”

“Down to the depths of my soul, babe. Don’t hold back. Don’t be shy. I wanna know what you want so I can do everything I can to give it to you.” I kissed her. “This is you and me, Liv. Just us. We’re creatin’ something new between us, and there’s no rules but what we make.”

She blinked back tears, then let them fall, and I reached up to wipe them away. “I really like that idea, Lucas.” She moved, and I was still almost but not quite inside her. “I want…”

“Tell me.”

She bit her lip, touched her forehead to mine, swallowing loudly, speaking in a hoarse whisper. “Make love to me. Fuck me. Show me how amazing it can be.”

“I…” A realization shot through me. “We ain’t wearing’ no protection…or, I ain’t. And I don’t have any. I honestly wasn’t sure this would ever happen, barely dared to dream of it. Goin’ out and buyin’ condoms seemed a bit presumptuous.”

“Have you been with anyone recently?”

I shook my head. “Naw. Not in years. And I used protection then, and every time before that.”

“I can’t have any more children, Lucas. I can’t get pregnant.” She nuzzled her cheek against mine. “I…had a scare, about six years ago. I was turning forty, and got cramps that wouldn’t go away, heavy bleeding…sorry, not exactly sexy talk. But the point is, I had to get a hysterectomy. So…we don’t need protection, as long as you’re clean.”

“I am. Got checked actually, as part of a recent checkup at the doctor. I have the results somewhere, if you want to see them.”

She shook her head. “No, I believe you.” A brief pause. “I trust you.”

“So we don’t need nothin’?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No. Nothing between us.”

I groaned. “I’ve never…done that. Bare, nothin’.”

“No?”

I shook my head. “Nope. Never.”

“There’s nothing like it.” Another hesitation, and I could see something in her eyes.

“There’s somethin’ else, ain’t there?” I asked.