Page 80 of Power Play Daddies

She lifts Slim off my lap and settles him onto hers, stroking down his small back. Slim purrs for a second, then stretches, hopping off her lap and disappearing into the hallway.

Daisy laughs softly. “Guess he knows he’s not the center of attention anymore.”

“Smart cat,” I muse, dragging my fingers up and down her spine. “Beau is on his way with our dinner.”

She tilts her head up, hazel eyes searching mine. “You didn’t have to get dinner delivered. I would’ve been fine.”

I kiss her temple, my lips lingering. “There’s very little we won’t do for you.”

Her arms slide around my waist, her body melting into mine. She’s warm, soft, and everything in me tightens with the need to touch her, to make her forget the sickness, the stress, everything outside of this moment.

“He’s bringing Chinese,” I tell her, my fingers playing at the hem of her shirt. “Mason’s still schmoozing, but he’ll be here later.”

She tilts her chin up, her mouth so close, her breath warm against my skin. “You really didn’t have to.”

I brush my lips over hers, slow, teasing. “We wanted to.”

Her fingers slip under my shirt, nails scraping lightly over my stomach. I exhale, the heat between us shifting in an instant.

“Thought you were sick,” I murmur, sliding my hand down her back, gripping her waist.

“Horny,” she counters with a smirk, shifting in my lap, pressing against me exactly where she knows I’ll react.

My head falls back against the couch. “Jesus, Daisy.”

I help her up and tug her shorts down, delighted to find her naked underneath them.

When I slide my hand between her thighs, I find that she’s wet. Her fingers are sure as she works my belt off, and then she’s pushing my pants and black boxers down.

“Love,” I gasp as she runs a thumb over the tip. She smiles as she straddles me, her wet cunt gliding over my hard cock.

She lets out a low moan.

“Take what you need, baby,” I whisper before tugging at her earlobe.

She moves again, her mouth finding my jaw, kissing, nipping. My fingers dig into her hips, guiding her, holding her, needing her close.

I groan when her lips trail down my neck, when her hands slip lower.

I almost come on the spot as she leans forward and takes my whole length in one thrust. Her hand slides into my hair and tugs. I lift her and let her drop on my cock once more.

A shiver runs through her as she repeats the motion all on her own. Her panting breaths are needy as she grinds against me, chasing her release. I lay back and let her.

“I’m going to come,” she cries out, pressing herself against me.

“Then come.”

Her motions turn erratic as she rocks back and forth.

Then there’s a knock at the door.

Daisy moans against my throat, breath hitching.

I laugh, resting my forehead against hers. “That’s probably Beau.”

She doesn’t stop moving, still pressed against me, still grinding just enough to make my pulse spike.

Beau’s voice carries through the door. “You two gonna open up, or am I eating all this food myself?”