Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies 3)

He’d bet there was a lot of things she hadn’t done before. He ran his thumb across her lower lip. Her mouth parted and he slipped his thumb inside. “For the record, I love kissing you.”

Her eyes widened.

“There are other places I can kiss you that you’ll enjoy even more.” He slid his thumb from her mouth with a grin.

“Like...like my breasts?” she questioned.

“Like your breasts.” He cupped one through the onesie. Hmm, that was entirely too much material between them. “But I was actually thinking of somewhere else.”

Her breathing was coming rapidly as she stared at him. “My tummy?”

Damn, she was delightfully naïve.

“Lower.”

“Oh.” By now her pulse was racing.

“Anyone ever eaten you out, Abby?” he asked. He knew she didn’t have a lot of experience, but had none of her sexual partners shown her how good oral sex could be?

“Eaten me out? You mean put their mouth on my...on my...”

“Pussy?” he supplied. “That’s exactly what I mean.”

“Oh well...I...”

Poor baby she was bright red and struggling to answer him. He took pity on her. “How many sexual partners have you had?”

She narrowed her gaze. “Are you going to answer that question as well?”

“Nope,” he said honestly. “But I’m willing to bet it’s probably a lot more than you’ve had. The number doesn’t matter, Abby, but you are expected to be honest with me.”

She sighed. “One.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I can’t tell you,” she squeaked.

He raised an eyebrow. “Baby, you don’t need to be embarrassed. I just want to know what your experience is.”

“Well, you know that expression ‘wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am’?”

“Yes,” he said slowly.

“It was that. Without the thank you. Basically, it was me and Joey McBride in the back of his truck, parked up on the outskirts of town.”

“Oh fuck, and that was your first sexual experience?”

“First and only.” She averted her gaze from his. “So, now that you know how ridiculously inexperienced I am, are you sure you still want to be with me?”

Did she seriously think he would turn her away because her entire sexual experience was an awkward fumble with Booger McBride?

“Baby girl, I want nothing more than to throw you over my shoulder, carry you into my bedroom, tie you to the bed and spend all day showing you exactly how amazing sex can be. I want to eat your pussy until you scream, suck your nipples until your squirm, hear you beg, feel your mouth around my cock. I want to explore every inch of you then start all over again.”

She snapped her head up to gape at him, her mouth wide open. “But? There’s a but, right?”

“But I don’t want to take advantage of you. You’re in my house, my bed, I’m a dominant guy. It could be easy for me to overwhelm you. I want your head clear and for you to be very sure before you get into my bed, well, you know, other than to sleep. Because unlike every other sexual encounter I’ve ever had, I’m not going to let you go once you’re there. Okay, that sounded a bit creepy stalker. I promise I’m not going to lock you in the basement. I don’t have a basement. And now I’m rambling...” He took a deep breath and shook his head. “Damn, I’ve never been this nervous in my life.”

“You’re nervous?” Her face softened as she stared up at him in surprise.