Page 26 of Daddy's Treat
“What if I fall?”
“Would I ever let you fall?”
The answer is a total ‘duh.’ “No.”
“Exactly, now relax because I’m about to make love to my girlfriend.” He totally purrs out ‘make love,’ some seriously sexy lion-y purr. All predator. Yay! I get to be his prey.
Kade stands me on my feet. Without a word, he starts undressing me. He runs his rough palms over every inch of skin he reveals. Kissing the spots he finds irresistible. My neck. Shoulder. First one breast then the other. A little flick of his tongue over both nipples making them pebble into tight buds. My belly button. The top of my mound. One little taste of my slit. My knee, which embarrassingly makes me giggle and jerk in his grip. He just gives me an amused smile. I have a feeling he’s saving that little piece of information for a later date.
“Your turn.”
It takes me a moment to make sense of those two words. “You want me to undress you?”
“That’s right, shortcake. Put your hands on me.”
I hardly know where to start. The part of me that wants to rush screams,jeans!The other part is nervous to see what he’s been hiding in his pants these last two weeks. I’ve rubbed against it enough to know Kade is not your average man.
Shirt first, then pants.
I unbutton his shirt giving him a kiss for every button I undo. His muscles contract under my touches, telling me he’s as affected by my touch as I am of his. Once the shirt is fully unbuttoned, he strips it off. I fumble a little with his belt buckle but manage to get it undone. The button and zipper of his pants are much easier.
I manage to get his pants down to his ankles, leaving his boxers in place—for now—and realize I’ve forgotten his shoes. Crapola. Kade takes pity on me and toes off both his shoes and the pants leaving me kneeling in front of him while he’s wearing just a pair of tight black boxers.
Wow. I knew Kade was a big guy. And I’ve seen him without his shirt several times, but this view is something else entirely.
He’s looking down at me with anticipation in his eyes. He raises one brow as if asking, ‘what now?’ What now indeed. I decide that I’ll do it like a band-aid. Rip it off fast, and you don’t have time to overthink it.
And there it is. Kade’s… cock. It’s much bigger than I anticipated. My stomach clenches, and I wonder how that is ever going to fit inside me. He’s told me how tight I am down there over and over as he’s played with me. Tight and overly huge don’t sound very compatible to me.
“Comere, shortcake.” Kade helps me to my feet, then leads me to his bed. “You don’t have to be nervous. I’m going to take good care of you.”
And just like that, most of my worries are gone. I know Kade will do his best not to hurt me. I also know from what I’ve heard other girls say, and from the books I’ve read that the first time usually hurts. So, I’m expecting some level of discomfort that Kade couldn’t prevent even if he tried.
“I know you will.”
That’s the last coherent thing I say because Kade crushes his lips to mine and kisses me stupid. We fall to the bed in a tangle of limbs. His hands are everywhere, and for the first time, I get to explore him fully.
I wrap my exploring hand around the base of his cock—hey look at me thinking that word without having to give myself a pep talk!—and give it a tentative stroke. When Kade deepens our kiss, growling into my lips. I feel sexy and powerful.
I stroke him again, stopping at the tip when I feel a drop of precome. I rub it over the head, wondering how it tastes. Kade has tasted me several times. Enthusiastically. I’ve got a sudden and powerful desire to do the same. I break our kiss. Kade is thrusting into my stroking hand, more and more of the sticky white precome drips from his tip.
I swipe a finger over the droplets and bring my finger to my mouth. It’s a little salty, a little sweet, nothing like I’ve ever tasted before. It’s not bad, just different. I move down Kade’s body until I’m between his splayed legs. I take him in one hand, and all of my sexy courage flees in the face of his cock.
Insert inappropriate giggles here. No, seriously, I giggle. And it issoinappropriate to the situation.
“Something funny, shortcake?” Kade looks like he just might die if I don’t do something with his cock other than laugh at it.
“N-no… I just…” Fluffernutter, I can’t tell him that I’m giggling because I just pictured his penis with a little scowly Kade face. “I just realized I don’t know what to do with…” I look pointedly at his cock.
Okay, so I can say the word in my head… actuallysayingthe word is another ball of wax.
“You don’t know what to do with my cock?” He looks slightly amused under all that lustfulness.
“Yeah, that.”
He caresses my cheek, trailing his fingers across my lips. “First of all, you can press those sweet lips to it, then you could flick your hot little tongue along it… then you could do my favorite of all and suck it.”
My mouth is suddenly dry as the Sahara imagining all the possibilities. I try not to overthink it like I do most things.Just go for it, Penny. So, I do. I lean over his cock and lick the tip. Oops. He said, kisses first. By the guttural sound he made when I licked him, I don’t think he minded me deviating from his little plan.