Page 75 of Ruthless Daddy
I bent over her, slow, one hand cradling the back of her head, the other braced next to her shoulder. I let the moment sit there between us, just a breath apart, long enough that she tilted her chin up looking for me. Then I kissed her—finally, really kissed her. Not soft, not polite. Full-mouthed and unhurried, my lips pressing hers open, my tongue sliding in slow and deliberate. She opened for me right away, eager, her mouth hot and sweet. I felt her exhale into me, that first release, like she’d been holding it since we walked in. I deepened it, tilting her head back with the hand behind her neck, taking my time with her mouth the way I intended to take my time with everything else. She made a small sound against my lips, barely a sound at all, more like a vibration, and I felt it go straight through me.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down. Our bodies pressed together—my shirt rough against her bare chest, the heat of her skin going straight through me. I deepened the kiss, let my teeth drag her lower lip, let her feel the want in me.
I broke the kiss, my lips trailing a path of heated breaths down her jawline, feeling her pulse quicken beneath her skin. I lingered at the base of her throat, where her heartbeat fluttered like a trapped bird, and placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss. I bit down gently, just enough to make her gasp, her body arching into mine. Her moan was low and throaty, a sound that sent a surge of desire through me.
I moved lower, my mouth exploring the delicate hollow of her collarbone, tracing its length with my tongue. Her skin was warm and yielding, inviting me to linger. I could feel her breath hitch as I kissed the curve of her shoulder, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts. They were soft and heavy in my palms, her nipples already hardening against my touch.
I took one nipple into my mouth, slowly rolling it between my teeth, feeling it peak and harden. I sucked gently at first, thenwith more insistence, drawing out a gasp from deep within her. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her body writhing beneath me. I took my time, savoring the taste and feel of her, the way her breath hitched with each flick of my tongue.
“Fuck,” she breathed. I felt my cock twitch as the fog of lust clouded my brain. I wanted her so badly—so insanely badly. I could barely handle it.
I moved lower, kissing my way down her sternum, her belly, to the waistband of her underwear. I paused, looked up at her.
She was breathing hard, eyes glassy, hair wild on the pillow.
I hooked my thumbs under the band, dragged the underwear down her legs, and tossed it aside. She was soaked—her inner thighs slick, the lips of her pussy shining. I inhaled, slow, letting the smell of her fill my head.
I kissed her thigh again, closer to the edge this time. She whimpered, hips rolling up off the bed.
“You’re shaking, baby girl,” I said.
She covered her face with both hands. “I’m embarrassed.”
I laughed. “No reason for it.”
She dropped her hands, then grabbed a fistful of my hair. “Shut up and do it, then.”
I grinned. I kissed the inside of her thigh, then the crease where her leg met her pelvis, then the mound above. I took my time, let her wait for it. I wanted her to beg, just a little.
When I finally ran my tongue up her slit, she jerked so hard she nearly kneed me in the jaw. I held her legs apart, gentle but firm, and did it again, slower this time. I tasted her—sharp, clean, with a tang that made my mouth water.
I licked her, slow, drawing circles around her clit, then flattening my tongue and pressing in. She writhed under my mouth, hips grinding up. I sucked her clit, then let it go, then did it again. I slipped a finger inside her, then two. She was so fucking wet it made my cock ache.
As she got closer to breaking apart under me again i slowed down just enough watch what would happen next: would she beg? Would she demand? Or would she simply fall apart completely unable hold back any longer against tide rising higher faster stronger than ever before?
I said, “Say my name. Not Daddy. My real name.”
She opened her eyes, dazed. “Pietro,” she gasped.
“Again,” I said, fingers still working inside her.
“Pietro. Please. Please—“
“Come for me,” I said, and I tongued her clit again, fingers curling just so.
She went off like a live wire. Her whole body convulsed, her thighs locked around my head, her hands fisted in my hair. She screamed my name, not quiet, not hiding it, just Pietro, Pietro, Pietro, until it broke her. She came so hard I felt it everywhere—her body, her breath, the way the sound stuck in her throat. She went limp, shaking, her hands falling away.
I crawled up over her, planted my elbows on either side of her head, and kissed her hard, letting her taste herself on my mouth.
She clung to me, arms around my neck, legs loose and trembling.
I looked at her face—flushed, tear-streaked, eyes shining like I’d never seen.
She said, “You ruined me.”
I kissed her again, slow. “Good.”
She laughed, shaky. “Again,” she whispered.
