The Daddy Box Set - Page 16

His fingers dug into my flesh and then skimmed back to my hips, down my hipbones to my thighs. He drove me crazy. I needed him to touch me. I arched my back so that my amazing ass would push into his crotch.

“I want you to look at me,” he commanded. Again, I complied immediately, turning so that we faced each other again. His expression was intense with lust. It did all kinds of things to me, the way he looked at me. My knees threatened to buckle.

He moved to pin me against the wall with his body. The weight of his body holding me against the wall felt so good. My eyelids fluttered closed. I could barely breathe as I soaked in his scent. He smelled like ocean and spice and man. It was intoxicating.

His fingertips grazed my skin, and I shuddered. I should have been worried about getting caught. I’d thought that we would have a hard and fast quickie. This was not that. I couldn’t bring myself to worry, though. At that moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered were his hands on my hips and his hot mouth on my neck.

He kissed his way to my ear, sucking at a sensitive spot behind it in a way that made me shiver. Then he kissed a path under my jawline and up to my lips. I leaned into him and pressed my body impossibly closer to his.

He was so fucking hard that I moaned out loud. From the feel of things against my stomach, he was huge. And he was still wearing his pants. Delicious anticipation coursed through me.

I rolled my hips, rubbing my aching core against him. It wasn’t enough. There were too many clothes in the way. Why are we wearing so much clothing? He slid a hand up my thigh and caught my lower lip with the thumb of his other hand.

I stared at him as he dragged his thumb over my lip, unable to break his intense gaze. He pushed his finger past my lips, clear into my mouth.

I closed my lips around it and pressed my tongue to his pad, moving my tongue around his finger as if it were his cock instead. A low, throaty groan fell from his lips.

He withdrew his finger from my mouth and lowered his head to plant a kiss on my neck. His hands moved to my back.

He unhooked my bra expertly and let his fingertips trail over my bare skin, slowly exploring every inch of me that was exposed. The ache building between my thighs became painful. I squeezed my legs together. It wasn’t enough.

He kissed a line down my neck, over my shoulders, shifting lower to plant a kiss on my chest. He was so close to my nipple. Anticipation tightened in my stomach and I clenched my thighs again.

He sucked a nipple into his wet, hot mouth, and my hands flew to his hair. He flicked it with his tongue before releasing it with a soft pop and doing the same with the other nipple.

My breathing became heavy. Ragged. But so was his. It did things to me, knowing that he wanted this as much as I did. Even if my breathing was slightly more of a pant than his.

His palm cupped my sex. I moaned in response.

“You’re so wet,” his voice was breathy, his breathing hard against my ear. “Do you want my fingers inside you?”

God, the mouth on this guy. I wasn’t shy by any stretch of the imagination, and I was too far gone, too needy, to be embarrassed, but I’d never been with anyone who was so effortless with the dirty talk. It made my sex clench.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”

His lips sank to mine. My hands danced under the edge of his shirt, seeking out his taut stomach. His hands slid up my thighs, closer and closer to where I needed them to be. My legs trembled with anticipation. This time, he didn’t stop. His fingers skimmed my sex, and I nearly cried out.

His hand was steady and his touch light as he stroked my clit. I dug my fingers into the hard lines of his stomach. His fingers slid down, and I spread my legs. He dipped a finger inside me, and I nearly collapsed. Only the weight of his body pressing me against the wall kept me upright.

“James, don’t stop.”

His fingers moved faster, deeper as his kiss became harder, more aggressive. Tension knotted between my legs. I was getting so close. He was somehow tuned to my body, giving me exactly what I needed, when I needed it.

“Come for me, Gabrielle,” he said.

With his next stroke, pleasure welled up in me as the knot of tension released. I groaned his name as I toppled over the edge.

He kept me pressed against the wall with his hips as he stroked me through it.

“My name sounds good on your tongue when you come for me.” His voice was low, dangerously sexy. “I want to hear it again. Think you’ve got one more in you?”

“Only if it’s with you.” I wanted him deep inside me.

“Fuck yeah.” He produced a foil packet, stuck it between his teeth, and undid his button so fast, it was like it was all one movement. He tugged his pants and underwear off just far enough to expose his enormous, fully engorged cock.

I sucked in a breath. He sheathed himself and moved his hands to my ass. He held me against the wall, but paused. “You sure about this?”

“James Skye, do not even think about stopping.”

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