Daddy…

“I’m so sorry,” I blurted out, my voice shaky as I stood there in his bedroom doorway.

My eyes were shamelessly locked on the way water droplets traced down his sculpted chest and disappeared beneath the low-slung towel.

“The bulb in our bathroom is busted and I didn’t want to shower in the dark…”

The excuse was flimsy at best.

There was still daylight.

I didn’t need a stupid bulb to see.

But my body ached, my mind sang with a chant: fuck me.

Dante’s jaw tightened. “You should knock next time, Lucy.”

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled again. “I wasn’t thinking.”

He reached for a shirt tossed over a chair and shrugged it on.

The towel stayed wrapped around his hips, that heavy bulge drawing my gaze.

“Come on. Let’s fix your light.”

We walked down the hall to Jade’s room and entered the bathroom.

My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my clit.

Dante grabbed a new bulb from a cabinet and stepped up onto a small stool.

I held steady for him.

The position put his towel-clad ass and powerful thighs right at my eye level, and I didn’t dare look away.

My thighs pressed together, my soaked shorts rubbing against my aching pussy.

God, I could eat that ass for breakfast, lunch and fucking dinner.

He worked silently, changing the bulbs with expert hands.

My breathing was now shallow and hot.

My eyes were glued to the sight of his ass and the slight peek of his balls as he adjusted.

My tongue stuck out like a panting dog waiting for its master, wanting a taste.

“Done,” he said and flicked on the bulb. Bright light flooded the narrow shower stall, illuminating the mess I had become.

He jumped down from the stool in front of me, pressing me into the tight space between the stool and the wall.

As he backed away, my long hair caught on one of the buttons of his open shirt and tugged.

“Ow,” I gasped.

“Shit. Hold still,” he said, but his fingers were no match for the tiny buttons and the hair was tangled tight.

The narrow stall made us press together.

His body heat engulfed me, filling my senses with the smell of his clean, masculine scent mixed with soap.

“The only way is… “ I licked my lips, edged on by lust. “You need to take the shirt off so I can untangle it properly.”

Dante hesitated, eyes searching mine. “Lucy…”

“Please. I can’t cut my hair.”

With a low muttered curse, he shrugged the shirt off his broad shoulders, letting it hang from my tangled hair.

His chest was right in front of my face—chiseled, lightly dusted with dark hair, muscles flexing with every breath.

My hands trembled as I worked the strands free, but the closeness was too much.

All my thoughts became a jumbled mess.

“It’s so hot in here,” I whined, my voice breathy and needy. “This is stressing me out.” Without thinking, I grabbed the hem of my cropped tank top and pulled it over my head.

The top and his shirt slid off simultaneously and I tossed them aside.

Then I remembered, I wasn’t wearing a bra.

Dante’s eyes dropped immediately.

He stared openly at my tits spilled free, the nipples tight and begging.

Hunger etched across his handsome face and his towel twitched.

“Fuck, Lucy… look at you,” he growled softly. “Your breasts have gotten big.”

Heat flooded my face and my pussy at his words.

I loved how he was devouring me with his gaze. “You like them?” I asked, arching my back slightly, offering them to him, hoping they were enough to hold his attention. “They’ve grown a lot since I was sixteen.”

“They’re fucking gorgeous,” he said, voice thick with lust.

One big hand came up slowly, giving me time to stop him.

I held my breath and didn’t move.

His palm cupped my left breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive nipple.

Electricity shot straight to my core.

It was everything and more.

I bit back a moan.

I didn’t want to make a noise, so it wouldn’t chase him away.

I wanted to hold my breath and stay in the shower stall forever.

“It’s so soft… and hard.” His eyes flashed. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you like this.”

“Then don’t stop.” I pushed myself shamelessly into his hand. “Touch me, Dante…”

That was all it took.

Any restraint fled his body as his free hand grabbed my waist, pulling me forward.

He leaned down and my right nipple entered his hot mouth.

I cried out, my hands flying into his hair, holding him there as he began to suck.

“Oh god…”

His tongue swirled expertly, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, making my knees weak.

“That feels so good—oh my—”

He left my nipple with a pop, came up and claimed my lips in a searing kiss.

My head lolled into the wall.

My mouth surrendered to his rough mouth and dominating tongue.

I moaned into his mouth and he swallowed the sound greedily, his hand kneading my tits, rolling and pinching my nipples.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” he whispered. “I don’t want to ruin you, Lucy. I’m not the type to go slow.”

I shook my head, grinding against his solid erection. “I don’t want slow.”

He groaned. “Are you sure? We can stop now.”

“If you stop, I might die. I’ve wanted you for so long. I’m ready to do anything.”

He pulled back, his eyes dark with lust. “You’ll be my slut, Lucy. Mine to fuck when and where I want. And the only thing your mouth should do when you’re not sucking my cock is saying, yes Daddy, harder, Daddy.”

My breath hitched.

A burst of arousal filling my brain.

“You can’t ever say no to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes… Daddy.”

A slow, predatory smirk spread on his face. “Good girl.”

His mouth claimed mine once more in a punishing kiss.

Then he kissed his way back to my breasts, biting and sucking, switching sides like he couldn’t get enough.

My hands found his shoulders and held on. “Oh god—yes, suck my tits, Daddy,” I gasped, the word slipping out.

His free hand slid down my stomach, popping the button on my tiny shorts and shoving them down roughly.

His fingers found my pussy immediately. “Jesus Christ, you’re soaked,” he muttered, sliding fingers in between my slick folds. “You’ve been like this the whole time we were outside, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, grinding against his thick fingers.

“Let’s have a taste, shall we?”

He dropped to his knees right there on the bathroom floor, yanked my shorts the rest of the way off.

Lifting me effortlessly, he spread my thighs wide, pushed me into the wall and hung my legs on his shoulders.

I gasped at the position, bracing myself as his head sank between my legs.

But nothing could’ve prepared me for the feeling.

His cool tongue licked a long, slow stripe from my entrance to my clit, and my hips bucked wildly, sending my body into the air.

He held me steady, his fingers digging into my skin. “Don’t move, sweetheart. I want this sweet pussy.”

I nodded. It felt like I was on fire.

My hands dug into his hair to steady myself.

He groaned, sucking my swollen clit into his mouth and ripping another moan from me. His tongue swirled and slid through my folds, his hot breath tingling my entrance.

“So fucking good.”

Without warning, two thick fingers pushed inside me and curled against my walls.

My head whipped back as a cry tore from my chest.

“Yes, Daddy!”

The stretch was incredible.

Heat coursed through my body, simmering as he pumped them slowly at first, then faster, his tongue flicking relentlessly over my clit.

I was moaning loudly, hips bucking against his face. “Daddy—oh fuck, I’m gonna cum—please don’t stop eating my pussy! Daddy, please.”

He growled and doubled down, sucking harder, his fingers fucking me deeper.

Until my body seized up, my mouth fell open and my orgasm crashed over me like a wave.

I screamed then, flooding his mouth with my juices as I came hard on his tongue.

He licked me through every spasm, drinking every drop and driving me past the edge of overstimulation.

My world blurred heavily and I trembled.

“Oh fuck…”

When the orgasm finally faded, he set my legs down but I collapsed into him.

He chuckled. “Let’s go somewhere comfortable.”