Daddy Crush - Adriana Anders Page 0,36

my control hanging by a thread. “Fuck!”

She grinds, I thrust, my hands plaster her against me.

Another circuit has us groaning together. Up, around her clit, down to tease her entrance. This time, I slide the tip of my finger inside.

Silence, broken by yelling and music from the movie, and a raw chorus of raspy exhalations. “Good,” I whisper, my penetration painfully unhurried. “Just take it. Take it.”

A slow in, a leisurely out, a second finger, so tight it’s already a stretch. “You ever taste yourself?”

“N-no.”

“Here.” I pull my hand away and press my finger to her bottom lip, shiver when she hesitates. She laps up her own juices, and I go back for more. “This one’s for me.” Fucking into her is so much lewder when it’s for the sole purpose of tasting, drawing a sample for my own pleasure. I suck my fingers and her taste’s everything I’ve wished for. Musky, salty-sweet desire.

I try to say something, but all that emerges is a low, grumbling sound of satisfaction and then with a bitten-out, “Fuck it,” I dive into motion, my body taking over from what’s left of my brain. “C’mere.” I lie down on the sofa and lift her up and over, so that one dimpled leg’s stretched to the floor, while the other’s bent at the knee. “Sit on me.”

I look up and there it is—like the holy grail—her juicy, pink cunt.

“Got to eat you,” I warn before pulling her ass cheeks apart, yanking her down and plastering her pussy to my face.

15

Just can't get enough

Jerusha

Nothing Alba or Mikey said could have prepared me for the way Karl consumes me, like he’s starving and he can’t get enough.

For a few seconds, I float above him not knowing which way to go or look, my hands suspended in the air. But then his tongue runs up me, while his hands pull me in the other direction, and I fall forward with an unholy shriek, hands landing on the sofa arm.

His only response is to grunt and keep going. Up and down and around and kissing me, there, like it’s my mouth. Only lewder. My goodness, so lewd I’m a little shocked.

I grip onto the couch fabric, shut my eyes and just feel. Tongue and lips, soft beard, rough five o’clock shadow. Oh! His nose and, there, my God, he’s licking my…oh…his tongue’s pressing into me, his teeth nip, his mouth opens wide enough to devour, and all the while he’s snarling, reminding me of some wild beast with a fresh catch.

I gasp as he lifts me and moves me up, then tight to him, his mouth suctioning my clitoris, tongue flicking fast.

I open my eyes in time to catch his dark, dangerous gaze, and we both go still.

There’s a distinct savagery between us—mostly him, but a bit me—and this moment encapsulates it. Like a big cat with his prey, his fierce eyes hold mine tighter than the grip on my bottom.

Slowly, I open one hand and let it skim over his sweat-beaded forehead, angry brows, and flushed cheek to the glistening curve of his mouth. He’s feral, but so beautiful that my heart aches as his lips pull at my fingertip, licking it the way he licked me down there. In this moment, it’s impossible to tell who’s in charge—the tame girl or the beast.

I’m on top, after all, but a quick, bossy squeeze of his hands reminds me of how strong he is.

Physically, at least.

In this quiet moment, I understand something I’d never realized before. I am strong as hell.

Biting my lip, I circle my hips and watch his eyes roll back into his head. He’s having trouble breathing and it’s only partly because I’m sitting on his chest.

“You okay, Karl?” I ask, my tone almost teasing.

“Fucking love this, Jerusha.”

“I…” A smirk tightens my lips. “I can tell.”

“You like me eating your pussy?”

“Yes.” My mouth widens into an all-out grin. And then, just to tweak him, maybe mess with our dynamic, I test this brash confidence, move my hand to his hair, and tug. “Better get back to it…Daddy.”

His sigh is a thing of beauty. Unrestrained, unselfconscious, with a hint of frenzy beneath it all. It’s that and his expression, almost more than the contact, that sends me toward climax. I’m sailing, close enough to feel its singe, when his eyes return to mine. The connection, in that moment, isn’t just potent, it’s soul-shattering.

And that’s how I come, snared by the world’s deepest gaze—twin black holes sucking and