Daddy Crush - Adriana Anders Page 0,37
spitting me out into the universe. Just another star. Just another sun glowing big and bright and too hot to last.
Karl
Her face shows me everything.
Joy and satisfaction and gratifying surprise. Which, yeah, I suck it up, knowing damn well that she’s never come this hard in her life.
As she comes down, she shows tender emotions that shouldn’t be there.
Not now, between the older mentor and the woman who’s just figuring things out.
She should save this for the guy she winds up with. The one who’ll give her love and babies and whatever it is she’s looking for.
Not me.
I loosen my hold, saddened when her hand goes lax, releasing my hair. She’s heavier now, and I like the way her body’s not bothering to lift up.
She can’t with the orgasm I just gave her. Pride edges out the other stuff, along with possessiveness at her hot cheeks and hazy eyes. She hasn’t caught her breath yet.
It’s her climax, but it’s mine, too. I gave it to her, made her take it.
“Your first one,” I say, watching her face with every ounce of my attention. “With a man.”
Her nod’s this languid thing, her body sinuous. With one lazy arm, she shoves her cloud of hair from her face and finally focuses on me.
“Crushing you.”
“I like it.” I give her ass a smack, jolting us both. When she seems like she’ll climb off, I urge her back instead, enjoying the slow slide of her cunt all the way to my chest, and further. If only I’d thought to undress, she’d be bathing me in her come right now. I can’t stop my cock from twitching at the thought. And she’s right there to feel it. She lifts her head and squints down at me.
“How’d you do that?”
I play dumb. “What?”
“Move your…”
“My cock?”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip and those pupils dilate so far, I should be able to see my reflection. “Yeah.”
“When I’m really turned on, it sort of pulses. Like it wants to get in you.” I narrow my eyes. “You want it in you?”
She gasps.
“Not tonight,” I hurry before she gives an answer I might not like. “Next lesson.”
“Yes.” Heavy lidded like this, she looks older and somehow knowledgeable. Like she’s done this before. Like she’s the one calling the shots. It’s confirmed when she reaches so low I’m sure she’ll cup my erection. Disappointment cramps my belly when she moves, tugging my shirt up instead to put her hand on my hip. I want this position, only her, skin to skin. Just her and me, plastered so close we’ve got to be pried apart.
She rolls to her side and explores my belly, my side, brushing the shirt up to drag her fingers through my chest hair, before teasing circles around one nipple. When I think she’ll move off again, I clamp my hand to hers, keeping her here.
Out of breath, I pull back. “I want your mouth.”
Questions cycle over her face. Where? she asks herself and I want the answer so fucking badly. She surprises me, when, instead of bending forward to kiss my lips like I picture, she runs her tongue over that pebbled nipple, sending sparks through me.
“You’re bossy,” she says, between licks.
“I am.”
“I like it.”
“Good.” I make a happy sound as she moves to the other side. “Take off your shirt.”
She sits up to straddle me, gets rid of her shirt, and watches me watch her, eyes intense. “I’m wondering, though.”
My hands are an inch from her lush, round breasts when she clasps my wrists to stop them.
“Huh?” Takes a second to focus on what she’s saying.
Slowly, she dips, laps at my lips, and rises again. “Nothing.”
With my hands imprisoned and her tits out of reach, every muscle’s straining to get more of her. But she’s owning me, turning the tables.
Shit, I’m breathing hard, like I’ve run up a mountain.
“Tell me,” I demand, the second she sits up again, taking her body away from me. She’s fiendish, suddenly, controlling in a way I’d never imagined and, fuck, but I like it. “Move up.”
“Hmmm?” She circles her hips again. The hard friction of her cunt to my cock is painfully good.
“Put your pussy on my belly. So I can feel…”
I groan when she complies.
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking hot.”
“I feel hot.”
“Yeah. On fire.”
“You’re burning, too.” She lets one of my hands go and my brain doesn’t have to give orders—I’m already squeezing and weighing her, already dipping into the plain stretchy cotton of her bra. A sedate dark