Gorgeous Daddy (5)

Then he pushed one thick finger slowly inside me. I gasped, my walls clenching around him as he started thrusting in and out, curling just right. The wet sounds filled the car.

“Oh god…” I moaned.

He added a second finger, stretching me, thrusting faster. His thumb found my clit and rubbed in tight circles while his fingers pumped deeper.

“Oh god… fuck… Ohhh!” I cried out, my head falling back against the seat, legs spreading wider for him. My hips bucked shamelessly against his hand, chasing the pleasure.

Just as I felt myself getting close, right on the edge, he suddenly stopped. He pulled his fingers out, leaving me empty and throbbing with need.

“Be patient, baby,” he said, voice husky and teasing. He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, eyes locked on mine. “I want you in a proper bed where I can take my time with you.”

He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, driving toward the hotel. My body was still buzzing, pussy aching from the sudden denial. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to calm down, but every time I looked at him… at the obvious bulge in his pants, the heat only got worse.

The drive felt like it took forever.

We pulled up to a sleek, modern hotel on the outskirts of town. Bruce didn’t even hesitate at the entrance, he clearly knew exactly where he was going. He left the car with the valet, took my hand, and walked straight to the reception desk. The attendant handed him a key card without much conversation, like this wasn’t his first time here. The realization sent a little thrill through me, mixed with a spark of jealousy I quickly pushed aside.

We barely made it inside the elevator before his hand was back on my waist, pulling me closer. The moment we reached the room and the door clicked shut behind us, Bruce spun me around and crushed his lips against mine.

The kiss was hungry, urgent, days of pent-up tension exploding between us. His mouth claimed mine, tongue sliding in to taste me as he pressed my back against the wall. I moaned into him, my fingers gripping his shirt.

“I’ve been thinking about you since the first day you stepped into my house,” he growled against my lips, voice thick with desire. “Those big eyes looking at me… that shy little smile. Fuck, Mira, you have no idea what you’ve been doing to me.”

Before I could respond, his mouth moved to my neck, sucking and kissing the sensitive skin just below my ear. His hands roamed down my sides, gripping my hips and pulling me flush against his hard body. I could feel how much he wanted me, his erection pressing insistently against my stomach.

“Oh, fuck…” I gasped, tilting my head to give him better access. His teeth grazed my neck, followed by the soothing heat of his tongue, sending shivers straight down to my core. My hands slid into his hair, holding him there as my knees weakened.

He didn’t stop. One hand slipped under my blouse, palming my breast through my bra while his mouth continued its assault on my neck and collarbone. I was already soaked again, aching from the teasing in the car.

“Bruce…” I moaned, pressing my body against him desperately.

He suddenly pulled back from my neck, breathing hard, his eyes raking over my body like he wanted to devour me. He took a small step back, voice low and commanding.

“Strip for me, Mira. I want to see all of you.”

My hands trembled slightly with nerves and excitement as I obeyed. I unbuttoned the rest of my blouse slowly, letting it slide off my shoulders and drop to the floor. Then I unzipped my skirt, pushing it down along with my soaked panties. I reached back and unclasped my bra, letting my full breasts spill free. I stood there completely naked in front of him, skin flushed, nipples already hard.

Bruce watched every second, his gaze dark and hungry. He started undressing too….shirt unbuttoned and tossed aside, revealing a strong, toned chest and defined abs. Pants and boxers followed, and his thick, hard cock sprang free, heavy and leaking at the tip. He was gorgeous everywhere.

He stepped forward, took my hand, and led me to the large bed. He sat me down on the edge, then stood between my legs for a moment, just looking at me.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmured.

He joined me on the bed, kneeling in front of me. He started caressing my body….sliding up my thighs, over my hips, cupping my breasts. Brushing his thumb over my sensitive nipples, making me shiver.

Then he leaned in. His mouth found my neck again, licking and kissing a hot, wet trail downward. His tongue traced along my collarbone, then lower, circling the swell of my breast before he took one stiff nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

“Ohhh…” I moaned, arching into him. He sucked greedily, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud while his hand kneaded the other breast. He switched sides, giving the same attention to my other nipple…. sucking, licking, gently biting until I was whimpering and squirming beneath him.

After several long, delicious minutes, he pulled back slightly, eyes locked on mine.

“Spread your legs for me, baby. Wide.”

I obeyed instantly, parting my thighs. Bruce’s hand moved down between my legs. His fingers found my dripping pussy, and he groaned at how wet I was. He started rubbing my swollen clit in slow, firm circles with his thumb, while two fingers teased my entrance.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he growled, continuing to rub my clit faster, applying just the right pressure. My hips bucked against his hand as pleasure shot through me.

“Oh god, Bruce…” I moaned loudly, gripping the sheets.

He kept rubbing my clit relentlessly, watching my face the entire time, his cock throbbing against my thigh.