Page 18 of Beauty and the Daddy

Her breasts spill free, perfect handfuls topped with rosy nipples that harden under my gaze.

"Beautiful," I murmur, lowering my head to take one peak into my mouth.

She arches off the bed with a cry that makes me moan.

I suck deep, dragging my tongue over her nipple, while one hand toys with the other breast like I've got all night to play.

Her hips rock against me. I slide my hand down her stomach, over the damp fabric of her panties.

"Look at you, dripping for me," I murmur, grinding my palm against her. "You gonna beg, Belle?"

She gasps and pushes down into my hand. "Luca… please."

"Polite little thing, aren't you?"

I hook her panties and drag them off. She's naked now, spread out like a fucking feast for the beast.

She leans forward, both eyes and lips parted like she shouldn't dare but can't help herself, and reaches for my buttons.

I fumble with them while she does a couple, and strip off my shirt.

I see her eyes, trailing down my tattoos, her throat bobbing as she takes in the sight of my scars.

"What happened?" She traces the worst one, right across my chest.

"I've lived," I tell her.

She nods like she understands, but the little beauty has no damn clue that my world could eat people up and swallow them whole without leaving a trace.

To survive that, a man's got to have fight.

I kick off my shoes, undo my belt. Her eyes follow every movement, hungry and a little scared.

"We can go slow," I promise, even though my body is screaming to take, claim, possess.

She nods, biting her lip. "I'd like that."

I leave my pants on, for now. I need to keep some fucking control, or I'll devour her whole.

I lower myself between her legs, pressing kisses to her inner thighs. She tenses, realizing what I'm about to do.

"Luca, you don't have to?—"

"I want to." I look up at her, meeting her eyes. "I want to taste you. Will you let me?"

She hesitates, then nods, letting her thighs fall open wider.

I groan at the sight of her—pink, glistening, fucking perfect.

My tongue drags slow from bottom to top, savoring her taste. Sweet, tangy, addictive.

So, that's Belle.

She gasps, hips jerking. "Oh my God."

I pin her down with one arm across her stomach, my other hand spreading her wide for me.

I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue, circling, testing, learning every sound she makes.