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G rowing up, I’d had a love hate relationship with my curves. Even with the strong body-positive upbringing I’d had, it was difficult to be confident when the entire world said thin was in.

It took a long time for me to learn to love myself completely. Which was why I was surprised I felt brave enough to wear things like this for him.

Lace thongs. Sheer bras. Barely there silk.

Another first I’d experienced with him. It was simply the truth.

Only Connor had ever encouraged that kind of response from me. I mean, I was a big girl, but he made me feel utterly feminine with his lusty glances and dirty mouth.

“No,” I confessed. “I-I soaked my panties on the way to meet you for dinner just thinking about what I wanted for dessert, Daddy .”

His dark eyes heated. Lids lowered, he growled that sexy deep sound I loved to hear.

“What is it you want for dessert, Clementine? Tell me.”

“You. I want you,” I said, hoping to goad him into action.

Connor’s growl rolled through him, shooting lightning bolts of lust straight to my needy sex.

He was so damn sexy. Standing before me like he was in total and complete control. Like he was unbothered by the naughty little secret I just told him.

It was enough to make a girl doubt herself, but the hard rod behind his pants told me he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

Thank fuck.

I moved closer, pressing my body to his, and I rubbed myself on him. His chest rumbled, and I moaned.

I was so fucking there for that. For his over-the-top maleness. For him, period.

This man made me wild in a way I’d never experienced. I never got this hot for anyone else.

Not ever.

He made a tsking sound and shook his head, the corner of his mouth quirked, and backed up a step, putting space between us. I bit my lip at the loss, and a chill swept through me.

The physical pull I felt towards Connor was unrivaled. It was like pure animal attraction. My body ached and throbbed.

I felt my breasts swell and my sex clench on nothing, desperately waiting for him to fill me like I knew only he could.

Anticipation made me so goddamn needy.

It was something I might never admit to in the light of day. But there was no way I could deny it.

I couldn’t lie or pretend I wasn’t completely turned on by him. That I wasn’t standing there wet and aching for this man.

Breathless.

Panting.

Desperate for his touch.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Clementine. Walking around Manhattan in this state all by yourself? Oh, Darlin’, I am gonna have to teach you a lesson.”

“What? Why?” I asked.

My mouth dropped open. I was suddenly scared he’d stop and walk away from me. Even worse, I was scared of what I would do to get him to stay.

Anything. The answer was anything.

“For getting wet and prancing around from the city to the restaurant without me there, that’s why,” he said, cocking his head and staring at my heaving chest.

My nipples got harder, and I squeezed my thighs together, hoping to ease the ache.

“Sorry, Daddy,” I whispered, and I could almost imagine what I looked like.

Eyes half-closed and lust glazed.

Lips wet from my own teeth and tongue.

Chest rising and falling rapidly.

Skin flushed.

It felt like every move he made was designed to seduce me.

Every sound.

Every flash of his glittering eyes.

“Damn right. And you’re gonna show me just how sorry you are, aren’t you?” he asked, but it didn’t seem like a question.

Not when he was touching my face like that, squeezing my neck with one hand and forcing my mouth open with the other.

“So fucking pretty, Darlin’,” he growled.

I didn’t know what to expect next. I certainly wasn’t ready when he shoved two thick fingers inside my mouth, almost hitting the back and making me gag.

He backed off a little, but not entirely, and I moaned, licking and sucking at those digits.

And I nodded, answering him without words. I was seconds from full on begging him to fuck me.

Connor hummed and leaned forward, replacing his fingers with his tongue. This kiss was as brutal as it was hot. He squeezed my neck, owning my mouth with his, then pulling away before I was ready.

“Take off all your clothes. Every stitch. And get on your knees,” he growled.

My chest was heaving now as I tried to breathe. But it was so damn difficult to focus.

My pussy was dripping as I dragged off every article of clothing from my overheated body. The fabric felt rough against my sensitized skin. Like it was all too much.

By the time I followed every instruction and lowered myself before him, I felt like I was seconds from just erupting.

Like Vesuvius all over again.

Connor had his pants open and his shirt off. We hadn’t bothered with lights, but I could see him just fine.

And what I saw left me breathless.

He stood before me with the moonlight streaming in through the windows, casting light and shadows around his chiseled body.

Connor was not built like normal men. He looked like some kind of warrior of old with his faux hawk, all those rippling muscles, and the ink tattooed across his torso.

He looked so good, all dominant and tender at the same time.

So delicious.

So utterly fuckable.

He looked like mine. And I wanted him so badly, I could taste him.

“Please, Daddy,” I begged.

“Patience, Darlin’. All good things to those who wait,” he growled.

Then he opened his zipper all the way, keeping his pants on, he reached inside his black briefs and freed his cock from the confines of that too tight fabric.

Holy. Shit.

I licked my lips, salivating at the pearl of precum dotting the perfect crown of his handsome dick. I knew it sounded dumb, but really, Connor had the single most beautiful sex I had ever seen.

So thick and long. His hair was neatly trimmed, just like the rest of him, and I just knew he was all about hygiene everywhere.

I appreciate a guy who took care of himself, and to show that appreciation I leaned forward, opening my mouth, kissing the tip.

“Open wider. Good girl, that’s it,” he said, cupping my face and dragging my chin down.

He fed me his dick, one inch at a time, getting about a third of it into my mouth before he spoke again.

“Now, suck me,” he commanded, his voice so husky and deep my entire body trembled.

My eyes were on his face as I did just as he said. I wanted to be his good girl so damn badly, I was ready to do anything.

His teeth clenched as I worked to please him. Stretching my lips around his girth and using my tongue to trace the thick vein on the underside of his magnificent dick.

I kissed, and slurped, and sucked, bobbing my head to try to take more of him.

“Fuck, Darlin’, such a hot little mouth. So warm and wet,” he grunted, pushing his hips forward.

He hit the back of my throat, making me gag, and tears spilled from my eyes.

“Easy. Relax,” he said, praising me when I tried again. “Look at you, Baby. You’re taking Daddy’s cock so good.”

I hummed around his length, and Connor moaned in response. I was so damn ready for him, my arousal was dripping down my legs. But I didn’t want to relinquish my treat yet.

His head tipped back, and he groaned deeper as his hands tangled in my hair. I took two-thirds of him that try, and a little more the next time around.

“Fuck. Clementine. Goddamn. My Clementine,” he said my name so tenderly, like a prayer, as I used my mouth on him.

I felt strong, powerful, putting that look on his face. It was one of pure carnal bliss, and I wanted to keep it there. To give him more. I squeezed his thighs with my hands, using them for balance as I moaned with my mouth full of his dick.

“That’s enough, Darlin’.”

But I wasn’t done yet, so I didn’t stop. I kept moving, using one hand to squeeze the base as I increased pressure and speed, moaning as I swallowed more of him.

“Fuck. I’m gonna come, Clementine.”

He said it like a warning. But it was exactly what I wanted. His hands tightened in my hair, and Connor released a monstrous roar as his cock got even harder right before he exploded.

Thick jets of cum filled my mouth, but I was a novice at oral sex. So, even as I tried to swallow all of him, it was an impossible task. I lifted my mouth and another rope of come followed me, splashing across the top of my tits.

I grinned, wiped my lips, and stared at him. Even on my knees, I felt power tingling inside me. Knowing I could bring that man to that kind of explosive release was just so damn hot.

Connor’s chest heaved as he looked down at me. His eyes flashed with heat, and maybe possession.

Something clicked inside of me then. A total sense of rightness. I felt elated and so damn aroused. I was on fire.

And all for him.