Page 210 of Broken Daddy

Hmm. He didn’t sound very sympathetic.

“I love hearing you beg.”

Yeah, that’s what she’d thought. The jerk.

But then he started kissing down her stomach, getting closer and closer to the place where she really wanted him.

And then he was there, his breath hovering over her pussy. She tensed. He wasn’t going to . . . to . . . was he?

“What’s wrong, baby?” he murmured. “You’ve gone all tense.”

“Are you going to . . . I mean, do you really want to . . .”

“Do I really want to what? Put my mouth on this delicious pussy? Yes, I do. Stick my fingers and tongue inside it? Taste you? Pleasure you? Fuck, yes, I do. Do I want fuck you? More than anything else in the world right now.”

Okay, then.

“I’ve never . . . I mean no one has ever . . .”

He groaned. “You’re kidding me?”

Uh-oh. Was that a turn-off? In the books she read all of the men liked knowing that they were going to be first. But perhaps it wasn’t that way in real life. Ronny hadn’t been all that understanding of her lack of experience. In fact, he’d called her a fumbling mess.

Not a good idea to think about that right now.

“Can see that I’ve lost you and that’s not acceptable.”

Before she could say anything, could apologize, his mouth was on her pussy and he was using his fingers to part her lower lips so he could tongue her clit.

That was it. She was done.

Her orgasm rushed through her, stealing her breath, her ability to make any noise. It was everything. Far better than anything she’d ever managed to give herself. And hell, Pete and Ronny hadn’t been interested in making sure that she came.

The bastards.

“Damn, baby,” Hayes murmured.

“S-sorry,” she said with a wince. Shit. She hadn’t meant to be so quick off the mark. “I didn’t mean to come that quick.”

“Why would you apologize for coming?” he asked.

“It was quick. I mean, you barely touched me.”

“Baby, that’s a compliment not a deterrent. Trust me. I fucking love that you just came so hard and fast. Now, let’s see how long it takes you to come again.”

“Again?” she squeaked out.

“Again.”

And then his mouth returned to her pussy, his tongue playing with her clit until another orgasm rushed through after probably three minutes of waiting. The next release involved his tongue and his fingers thrusting in and out of her.

The fourth one caught them both by surprise.

By the time he moved his mouth away from her pussy, she was exhausted, breathing hard, a light sheen of sweat coating her skin, and she was almost too sensitive.

“Damn, baby,” he said with admiration. “You are fucking amazing.”

“I . . . I am?” She smiled up at him dreamily. “Because I’m pretty sure that you’re the amazing one. That was . . . stupendous.”