Page 55 of Beauty and the Daddy

Her breathy moan tells me everything. How badly she needs this, how badly she needs me.

She's looking down at me with that heaving chest like I'm her salvation and damnation all rolled into one.

I bring my mouth closer, letting her scent hit me.

Musky and sweet.

My mouth waters like a horse on a good bit.

I'm on eye-level with the paradise between her thighs, and I sink to claim it, pressing my mouth against her pussy, tongue parting her folds in one long, devilish stroke.

"Luca!" she cries out, hands flying to my hair, gripping tight enough to hurt.

The pain just spurs me on. I spread her with my thumbs, taking her clit to my tongue.

I circle it slowly, teasingly, before flicking it with just the tip. Her knees buckle, and I wrap an arm around her thigh.

"Don't you dare fall," I growl. "I'm only starting with you here, darling."

I slide one finger inside her, then another, curling them to hook into her soul.

She's so tight, so wet, clenching around my fingers and pulling deeper.

And then I give it to her. Fast tongue, hard pressure, the kind of rhythm that makes her hands slap the wood behind her.

She gasps, keening, pulling my hair, losing control.

My tongue works her clit, flicking and circling and pumping in and out. She breathes ragged, her fingers tight on my hair.

She's close. I can feel it in the trembling of her thighs, hear it in the pitch of her moans.

"Luca—oh God?—"

"That's it, baby," I encourage between licks. "Come for me. Come on my tongue."

Her voice breaks, and ding ding ding.

She's crying out my name and bucking against my face. She's a goddamn finger-crusher, but I'm a strong man.

I draw out every last tremor until she's gasping for mercy.

She shudders on the last waves, her whole body shivering like she's about to collapse.

I stand with my hands on her hips, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, grinning like the devil.

She leans against the door, her breasts rising like two stars.

Her dazed eyes snap open and land on me.

"You enjoyed that?" I rasp, tugging my shirt off.

She nods, gulping at the sight of my flexing muscles.

"Good." I grin, taking that thirsty look on her face as an affirmative. "Because I'm not finished."

I sling off my belt, let the pants slap to the floor.

Her gaze drops to my cock and sticks. Her pupils blow wide open.