Page 25 of Who’s Your Daddy (Dadcoms #1)

It’s sweet. Innocent really. Emerald eyes dancing, she peers up at me. Then she presses one to the other side. “I thought of you when I picked the panties,” she admits, voice soft.

Gratification and lust battle for superiority, burning hot, rushing through my blood, erasing every insecurity that’s plagued me tonight.

She wanted this. She wants this.

“Lie back, gorgeous.” I slide my trousers off, though I leave my boxers on. Then I get comfortable between her thighs.

She slips her thumbs beneath the thin straps at her hips. “Aren’t you going to take my panties off?”

Clutching her wrists, I guide them away. When her hands are splayed on the mattress on either side of her, I nuzzle between her thighs, inhaling her pleasure, reveling in the knowledge that it’s there just for me. “Not yet. I’m going to enjoy you like this.”

“But—” She bucks her hips up.

I nip at her soaked panties and hold her in place. "Woman, just let me enjoy you. I’ve waited years to taste all that sass.”

Lola’s annoyed whines leave me chuckling, but her scent has me just as desperate for a taste. I pluck the edge of the lace, pulling it away from her body. At the sight of her glistening pink pussy, all my teasing dies.

Bloody fucking hell. The woman is too damn perfect.

My mouth waters and I don’t hesitate to press open-mouthed kisses to her sensitives flesh.

Lola takes a fistful of my hair, and gives it a tug. “And all this time I’ve been trying to figure out how to shut you up.” She holds me in place, her tone wicked as she writhes against my tongue. “I just needed to give you something better to do with that mouth of yours.”

With a finger hooked around the edge of her panties, I expose her further and lick up the mess she made while she ground against me. Her flavor bursts on my tongue, goddamn exquisite, pulling a low, guttural moan from me. She’s a delicacy.

Then I press her thighs down and feast. I lick and suck and tease her until she’s thrashing against my mouth and yanking on my hair, showing her no mercy, keeping her right where I want her until she comes on my tongue.

When her breathing stutters and her movements grow jerky, I slide a finger inside her tight cunt.

When I curl my finger, she bows off the bed and rides the wave of pleasure.

Desperate to experience her orgasm to its fullest, I slip my free hand underneath her and ease her down, pressing kisses to her clit, her thighs, up her belly, between her breasts.

Then I capture her lips, licking into her mouth, sucking on her tongue.

“Holy shit,” she mutters as her inner walls finally stop pulsing around my finger.

I ease out of her and cradle her body to mine. As our hearts beat rapidly against one another, I tug her onto my chest, holding her there, awash in a peace I’ve never endured after my own release. Although I’m hard as stone, I’m content. I could lie here with her and that would be enough.

Chin on my chest, Lola looks up at me. “Are you falling asleep?”

I chuckle and hold her a little tighter. “No, darling, but we don’t have to do anything else. I told you, cuddling is sufficient.”

She runs her nails down my stomach gently, and when she meets the resistance of my boxers, she squeezes my covered cock. “Is this the type of cuddling you mean?”

Teeth clenched, I exhale loudly through my nose. “Only if you want me to come.”

She props herself up on one elbow, licking her lips. “I really, really”—she slides those nails down my cock and tugs my balls—“want you to come.”

“ Fuck .”

“Yes, Callahan.” She works me through my boxers. “I’d like you to fuck me.”

“Condom,” I breathe out, throwing an arm over my eyes.

“Where?”

I focus on breathing steadily as I rack my brain. Where the fuck are my trousers? I can’t think properly with the way she tugs on my cock. “Floor, wallet, trousers.”

With a chuckle, she releases me. Then she’s scooting off the bed and sashaying her way to the pile of clothes on the floor.

When she returns with the condom, she tosses it onto my chest and shimmies out of her underwear.

I give myself a few seconds to enjoy the sight of her completely naked. She’s exquisite.

And impatient.

Hands on her hips, she stares me down, giving me the annoyed look I so love to elicit from her. “You going to put that on and show me what the big fuss is about, or should I get dressed?”

A thrill zips through me. I shouldn’t love being bullied like this, but it’s addicting. Without hesitation, I shuck my boxers and toss them across the room.

Her eyes go wide and a hiss escapes from between her teeth.

“What?”

“Shit,” she breathes, “every part of you is huge.”

I give myself a lazy tug, then roll the condom down my length. “We’ll go slow.” I hold out a hand, beckoning her to me.

With a fortifying breath, she straddles me. “This changes nothing,” she warns as she lines herself up.

When she slides down that first inch, I grip her hips, pressing my fingers into her soft flesh. “This changes everything. ”

Fire ignites in those eyes, lust mixed with the fight she wants to have.

Before she can start it, I cuff her neck and pull her down against my chest, kissing her quiet.

I dip my tongue into her mouth and roll my hips, stretching her a little further, relishing every little moan and whimper as she tightens around me.

Never in my life has sex felt like this. We go slow, our hips tentative, our movements gentle. Our lips never part. Our kisses only grow needier. Messier.

Hands roaming every inch of her, I revel in the feel of her above me, around me, on top of me.

I never want the moment to end. I grit my teeth and clench my abdominals and glutes to stave off my orgasm. But when she pulses around me, her body beckoning mine to follow her into oblivion, my balls tighten, and I come with her.

All the while, I hold her to me, keeping her right where I need her. Right where I want her. From here on out.