Taste For Daddy (Please Me, Daddy 1)

“You are so fucking wet. Fuck.” His voice is gruff as he pulls his mouth away from mine and presses it against my ear— knowing that it’s my weak spot!

As crazy as we are, I can sense the love he has for me as he rolls me over slowly, continuing to keep his cock inside of me.

Gentle, yet firm with his hands.

He looks at me with this electrifying desire in his eyes. My gaze slides down between my legs, watching his cock dip in and out of me. With each thrust, there’s more wetness, and it turns me on to watch him go faster, recognizing that it excites me.

“I love you, Molly. Fuck, I love you so damn much,” he confesses.

“I love you, Dean. I don’t want you to stop,” I moan, throwing my head back against the pillows and thrusting my hips off the bed, pushing him in deeper until he has had enough of my teasing.

“Oh, baby girl. There will never be a stop to this. I know fate, and this is fate. I can feel it, I truly have since the minute I laid eyes on you. I want a future with you. I want everything with you. Regardless if you feel the same way back, I know you will over time. You will see.”

I almost forget to continue breathing. The more he tells me how much he loves me, the more soaked I become. Before I know it, we’re coming together, faster and harder than the last time, and it makes me believe every word that comes out of his mouth.

Our heavy breathing continues as we just lay here, coming down from the pleasure coursing throughout our bodies.

“This is going to be amazing. You are amazing. Just you wait and see what’s to come,” he assures me. I find myself nodding my head in agreement as he rests on top of me, holding me, kissing me even when we’re done making love to each other.

I’ve never felt this love from a man, and even though my mother is divorcing him, I still feel naughty, which excites me even more as bad as that is.

“You’re breathing a bit heavy,” he teases me.

I chew on my lip, knowing exactly what I want and wondering if he knows, too.

“Yes,” I gasp the words out as he slides off me and rolls onto his back.

“Mm, what can that naughty mouth of yours do?” His eyes drop to his thick cock, almost as if showing that it’s just waiting for my touch. I slowly wet my lips, giving them a gentle lick. We have the same thing in mind — to taste, to lick. I want to arouse him all over again.

10

DEAN

One Month Later…

This is hands down the most amazing time I’ve had in my life. Molly brings so much joy into my life, so many smiles. The amount of fun we have together is wild, and we’re just getting started.

But something has been up as of late. Molly must be having a hard time adjusting to everything, or at least that’s what I’m assuming since she’s been quiet; and Molly isn’t quiet.

I can’t help but worry that she may be losing interest in us.

I can’t lose her. I won’t allow it.

Being quiet at work isn’t usual for her either. On the way home, I decide that it’s bothering me to where enough is enough, it’s time for her to talk. I quickly pull to the side of the road, coming to a stop as I s

hift into park. I turn my attention toward her.

“What are you doing?” she asks, a little worried as she shifts her eyes from the window to me. I can see the concern in them.

Good. It matches how I’m feeling at this moment.

“Is there someone else?” I ask her, more roughly than intended on.

I need to know. The divorce paperwork is finalized, and even though the judge frowned upon it, he had granted Trish what she wanted, and I don’t have to see her again.

“No! What? There’s no one else. I can promise you that. I wouldn’t have gone through all of that to cheat on you. What kind of girl do you peg me for?” Molly shakes her head, and I can see the tears welling up in her eyes as she takes off her jacket.

“Then what is the issue? I don’t understand why you’re so quiet lately. Have I done something to upset you?” I continue to question her. Something’s got to give.