Page 18 of Daddy's Temptation
“Did I hurt you?”
“No… I’m just… that was just…”
He cups my cheek, kissing away my tears as they fall. “Everything. It was everything.”
He’s right. It was everything I never thought I could have. “Everything,” I agree.
Andre smiles, then kisses me slow and sweet causing my toes to curl. I wrap myself around him like he’s a life-sized teddy bear, clinging to him.
“We should get cleaned up.”
I cling tighter to him, not wanting to lose this closeness, afraid that the moment will pass, and my fear will consume me again. “Let’s stay in bed instead.”
“It’s getting late, angel. You need to get home and pack for your work trip.”
I groan at the reminder. “I’d rather stay here with you.”
Andre chuckles. “I’d rather spend the day buried inside you but the real-world calls.”
When I don’t make any move to release him, he stands with me still clinging to him. Lord, he’s strong. I love how small I feel wrapped up in his arms. Andre starts the shower, letting the water heat up before he steps inside. He tries to unwrap me from his body, but I grip him tighter.
A firm swat to my ass has me squealing. It smarts a lot more than usual because of the belting he gave me last night. “Ouchie!”
“Climb down, or there’ll be a proper spanking after I wash you.” Knowing that he’s not kidding, I release him, sliding wetly down his hard chest until my feet are firmly on the ground. “Good girl.”
The praise goes straight to my core. Even after being fucked half to death, my body responds. I don’t know a single little in the world that wouldn’t react to those two little words. Andre turns me so the water is at my back. “Tip your head back.”
I do what he says, letting the hot water cascade through my hair and down my back. Andre lathers my hair with his masculine smelling shampoo. He massages my scalp with those magical fingers of his making all of my worries melt away. “Mmm… That feels so good.”
He washes me achingly slow, stirring that burning pleasure in me once again, yet not giving us the satisfaction I know we both crave. He reaches for a bar of soap and starts to methodically wash himself. “Let me?” I say hopefully, reaching for the soap.
With a suspicious—for a good reason—look in his eye, he hands it over. I get a good lather on my hands then start with his muscular chest. My hands slide slickly over every groove. His abs tense as I work my way down. Lord, he’s a work of art. Even though I’m tempted, I don’t go any farther, knowing Andre will put a stop to my exploration if I instantly go for his cock—which is hard and pulsing between us. He wants me as badly as I want him, but he’s holding tightly to his resolve.
I lather up my hands again, then work my way back up his trim waist to his shoulders. “You’re so big and strong. Like a work of art,” I murmur, biting down on my lower lip as I continue my exploration.
I slowly trace the tattoos that cover his upper body with my soapy hands. I nudge him under the water, rinsing the soap from his torso while I soap up my hands again. This time, I reach down between us and grip his cock, lightly rubbing my soapy hands from root to tip.
With a low growl, Andre grips my wrist stopping me. “What do you think you’re doing, little girl?”
“I’m just getting you clean, daddy.” I somehow manage a halfway innocent smile, and he releases his hold.
I don’t waste any time because I have a feeling this won’t last long if I give him a chance to stop me. Reluctantly, I release his length and run my hands down his thick thighs. Lordy, he must work out like crazy to be so freaking strong everywhere. When I get to the point where I can no longer reach, I slowly fall to my knees, keeping my eyes on his face the entire time.
Andre gives me a warning look. Before he can stop my fun, I paint on that innocent look again. “I’ve got to clean your legs and these stinky feet.”
“Stinky feet, huh?”
I nod. “Yep, totally stinky.”
He shakes his head but doesn’t stop me. We both know what I’m doing… where this is going… and yet, he lets me continue. True to what I said, I tap his ankle, and he raises his foot so that I can wash it, then the other. Even though I’ve cleaned every inch of his sexy body, I don’t stop touching him. My hands move upward as I lean forward, boldly licking the tip of his hard length.
Again, he doesn’t stop me. I lick every single thick, throbbing inch of his cock, paying close attention to the spots that make his breath catch with every swipe of my tongue. A drop of precome beads on the tip tantalizing me. I look up as I ever so slowly part my lips and suck the tip, moaning as his masculine flavor explodes on my tongue. Andre fists my hair in his hand and pulls me off of his cock.
“I think I’m plenty clean now,” he growls lowly.
“Please let me.” I strain forward just barely able to lick the very tip of him where another bead of precome has formed. “Please.”
His eyes grow dark with lust, his grip on my hair tightens. “Open those pouty little lips, naughty girl.”