Chapter 6
Mal
“I didn’t say that.” I had to bite back my laughter. Not want to sleep with her? Had she seen herself? It was all I could do to keep my dick in my pants. The asshole really wanted to stand up and wave hello.
And make all my decisions.
Holding her on the dancefloor had been the best kind of torture. Feeling her satiny skin under my fingertips. Holding her in my arms. Feeling her body move with mine. I muffled my groan. It’d been foreplay as far as I was concerned.
“You think I don’t want you?” I grabbed her upper arm and pulled her to me until her hips pressed against mine. “Do you feel that? That’s what happens to me every time you’re near. Hell, I just gotta hear your voice or smell that citrusy vanilla scent of yours, and I’m hard.”
“You get like that because of me?” She sounded all breathless and disbelieving.
And it was seriously pissing me off.
“I don’t know what the fuck was wrong with your ex, but clearly he was a jackass.” I couldn’t believe she’d ever doubt her worth. “Yes, you, Saylor. You’re gorgeous. Sweet. You have a banging body and are so fucking quick and funny. I’ve enjoyed every second I’ve known you.”
That was when she pounced. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and her lips were on mine. I think I groaned when her sharp knee banged into my dick as she tried to climb me like a tree.
I definitely groaned when I grabbed her under her arms to help her climb up me. My palms came to rest under her ass and her supple—exposed—skin had me breaking our kiss with a muffled curse.
“Christ, baby girl. I swear you’re trying to kill me. Please tell me you’re wearing something under this dress?”
Her eyes shined in the moonlight as she bit her bottom lip and slowly shook her head. “Sorry, Daddy.”
I felt those words in my balls. “Jesus Christ.” Adjusting my hold and all but tossing her over my shoulder, I wrapped an arm over her body and ran up the stairs to her room.
“Eeek!” She squealed. “Oomph. This is way sexier in the movies.” Followed by laughter.
I grinned even as my breath left me in puffs from the exertion. I loved hearing her laugh. She’d had more than her share of heartache lately.
I opened her front door and walked straight to the large bedroom without direction. I knew the floorplan from my last visit, and I wasn’t going for subtlety.
Dropping Saylor onto the bed on her back, I crawled up between her legs. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?”
She leaned up on her elbows, her big blue eyes staring at me with wonder, before she shook her head mutely.
“Fuck me. That’s my job for the next few days then.” I settled between her splayed thighs, nudging her legs further apart with my shoulders until she made room for me. “I can’t wait to see you all confident, knowing how easily you can slay me with a look.”
She rolled her eyes like that was the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard.
“Yeah. New mission unlocked.” I shifted on the bed until I could get my hands on her thighs, and I rucked up her dress to her waist. Which was when I discovered Saylor had been a naughty girl indeed.
She wasn’t wearing panties.
“Fuck.” I breathed in her scent and about jizzed in my pants. “Someone’s been a bad girl,” I said and tsked in feigned disappointment.
“Oh my god, Mal. I can’t, I don’t…” She groaned and buried her face in her hands.
And yet she didn’t try to roll away from me. Of course she couldn’t hide how turned on she was, since I was between her thighs. I laughed darkly. “I thought we agreed on Daddy.”
I’d never had a baby girl/daddy kink before, but something about Saylor brought it out in me. I wanted to protect her. Make sure she was taken care of. And give her screaming orgasms.
Christ, I was a sick son of a bitch.
Saylor sucked in a breath, and I didn’t know if it was because of my words or the fact that I was nudging her very wet little pussy with my calloused fingers.
Probably the latter.
She was slippery smooth and so very wet. I ran a thumb along her seam and watched the way her soft sex wept in front of me. My fingers looked so big next to her opening. I couldn’t wait to bury myself in her. Face. Fingers. Dick.
Fuck me.
“You still with me, baby girl?” I ran a finger along the seam of her sex and groaned when it was immediately wet with her cream.
It took me almost a minute to notice she hadn’t said anything. I was so transfixed by her pussy. Definitely pussy whipped.
“Saylor?” I pulled back my hand and looked up at her, but she thrust her hips at me and whimpered incoherently. “Aww, is my baby girl impatient? You want something from me?”
She kept her hands over her face, but nodded vigorously.
I chuckled but went back to running my finger along her seam, learning the little touches that made her arch into me and the ones that made her breath hitch. Her clit was engorged and standing up, all but begging for attention.
“I’m going to need some help, Saylor. Be a good girl and hold your legs right here.” I grabbed one of her hands from covering her face and guided it down until she was holding her leg behind her knee. “And the other one too.”
She whimpered, her eyes wide and fixed on mine.
I could tell she was turned on but embarrassed at the same time. Like this wasn’t something she’d done before. Like she’d never been talked to during sex.
“That’s a good girl. Keep ‘em open just like that.” I ran a caressing hand down the length of her thigh to her spread open sex, and I set up camp.
I was going to be here for a while.
Slowly, I pressed a finger into her and dropped down so I could lick her at the same time. Her pussy gripped me tight. Images of burying my dick in her had me groaning and licking her faster.
She squealed as I licked my way up to her clit and flicked it with my tongue.
I built a rhythm between my finger and my tongue—melody and harmony.
A dance between the two like the best song.
Teasing her opening with a second finger as I suckled her clit and flicked it with my tongue.
Blowing on her clit when I plunged two fingers into her.
I built her to a crescendo, more tongue, more lips, faster fingers.
Her hands clutched her knees. “Oh my god. I’m gonna—”
She gave an anguished scream as she went over, her tight pussy clenching around my still fingers.
I rested my head on her thigh and panted like I’d been the one to orgasm. It’d been close. My dick throbbed impatiently in my jeans, strangled by the tight inseam.
After a few moments, I pulled my fingers free.
Saylor was still holding her legs.
Her body shuddered as I took another deep breath and blew it out on her exposed skin. “Sorry, baby girl.” I tugged her hands free and wiggled up the bed until I rested on my side next to her. Pushing her hair off her face, I smiled at her. “Ready for round two?”
Her eyes were dilated, the sky-blue rim small against her large black pupils. She shook her head. “What?”
I laughed. “Nothing.” I ran a thumb over her plump lips and wished I’d spent more time kissing them, but some women weren’t keen on kissing after oral.
But then Saylor did something that shocked me. Her tongue pushed out and ran over my thumb. I’d used it on her clit at one point, so it had to still have some of her cream on it.
“Mmm.” She moaned and arched her breasts toward my chest, my thumb still pressed against her lips. “So good, Daddy.”
“Christ,” I bit out. “Fuck it.” And I swooped down and kissed her. Lips, tongue, teeth. It was the roughest, hungriest kiss of my life. I was hanging on by a thread, and if she didn’t stop being so goddamned sexy, I was going to lose it in my pants before we got to the real fun.
Considering it’d been eleven months, it was a miracle I hadn’t embarrassed myself yet.
Then Saylor bit down on my lower lip, and I lost it.
I leapt up off the bed like I could levitate and tore at my pants. I had to get them off now. I had to get inside her.
My boots went in one direction. My pants in another.
Saylor laughed at me from the bed. “You need some help?”
“Yes.” I bent down and searched my pants for the strip of condoms I’d stashed in a pocket earlier. Finally finding them and holding them aloft, I pointed a finger at her. “Take that fucking dress off!”
“I thought you liked it.” She fake pouted, blinking her long lashes exaggeratedly.
“I did. I do. But I think it’ll look amazing on the ground next to the bed. Or bunched up around your neck—your call.”
Her eyes widened.
“Fucking fantastic. Door number two it is.” I unbuttoned my shirt partway, but that was taking too long. So I just ripped it off. A few buttons pinged as they flew off. “Leave the shoes on.”
“Really?”
“Fuck yeah. I’m gonna love the look of them up by your shoulders with your dress pooling below them.” I whipped my shirt to the other side of the room and pounced.
I was back between her thighs, on my knees this time. Tugging her dress, I heard a faint rip and then the material was above her luscious breasts, framing her body in the fire engine red material.
Her nipples begged for attention, all erect and quivering. But it was the look in her eyes that had me pausing. Luminous. Naked need. And maybe with a question mark.
Was I freaking her out?
I groaned and kissed her again. But gentle this time.
With my hand cupping her cheek, my lips moved over hers with a softness I hadn’t shown her in too long.
Then I gave her a soft peck and another one on the tip of her nose.
“Sorry, baby girl. Like I said it’s been a minute for me, so I’m a little impatient. Are you still with me?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She gulped, and I could still see the hesitancy in her eyes.
“Fuck me.” I’d never felt so turned on and conflicted before in my fucking life. My shoulders slumped as I stared at her mostly naked in front of me. Those fucking tits, all perfect and plump. Her pussy all slick and just weeping for my dick.
But I couldn’t.
Not while she looked so unsure.