The Daddy Box Set - Page 397

“Sure, I’ve seen a few episodes,” I replied, missing the enthusiasm he was looking for.

“Something less gruesome then? What do you normally watch?”

I laughed. “I’m on a Grey’s Anatomy kick right now.”

“Oh, awesome! What season?”

I was only a little surprised he would be okay with the show. “Six,” I said, “I’ve actually seen all of it, but I started over a couple months ago.”

“Cool, I just started season seven. We can go back,” he said, flipping to the show in his currently watched list.

We sat and watched a full episode, sipping our beer and relaxing in general. The next episode started, he adjusted his position on the couch, putting his empty beer bottle on the coffee table and that’s when I pounced.

I’d waited all day, but I couldn’t wait another minute. I straddled him, pushed his back into the couch and held his face with my hands. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“Tessa,” he said, in a low voice.

I shook my head before lowering my mouth to his. I started the kiss with a slow lick across his bottom lip before pushing my tongue between his lips and plunging into his mouth. His hands came up to hold my hips while I ravaged his mouth. Those hands moved to my hair, gently pulling it backward, which pulled my mouth away from his, exposing my neck. His mouth was on my neck, licking, sucking and nibbling in a way that was nearly my undoing.

My hands moved to his chest before making my way to the edge of his t-shirt where I started to tug it up and over his head. Once it was off, his hands moved back my legs that were straddling either side of him. He started to yank and pull on the skirt that was trapped under my legs, I lifted my body enough to give him access. He took advantage of the new position and his face dove between my breasts, nuzzling me through the gauzy fabric of my dress.

“I want it off,” he murmured, pulling my dress higher.

I raised my arms, allowing him to slowly move it up my body. He was taking his sweet time, heightening the anticipation. My hips moved forward, my body cupping him through the jeans. The rough jeans rubbed against me, and the crotchless panties left me bare. At first, the rough material startled me, but with his erection pressing against the seam, it was exactly what I had been craving. I moved slowly, gyrating my hips in a slow motion, savoring every sensation zipping through my body.

“Ride me, Tessa,” he said, pulling my dress off and exposing my bare breasts. His hands were massaging me before his mouth began toying with one nipple and then the other. His fingers manipulated my breasts, much like they had the pizza dough. The feeling of the pinching and sucking were a contradiction, short-circuiting my brain with a dazzling series of exploding sensations.

“Oh my, God,” I moaned. “I’m going to cum. We have to get your jeans off.”

I frantically fumbled with the button and zipper, desperate to have him inside me. My body felt empty without his touch the second he pushed my hands out of the way and did what I had been struggling with.

I stood, he stood, and I got busy pulling his jeans down. I pulled the briefs down and stared at the erection poking me, a glistening of moisture already waiting for me. I dropped to my knees, longing to taste him.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned the moment my lips closed around him. He moaned low in his throat as I licked him up and down before sucking and licking the head with my tongue. I could feel his arousal growing, and I knew he was moments from release. My own desire was climbing higher as I sucked him in.

“Fuck!” he yelled a split second before he came. He fell onto the couch, pulled me up by my armpits and onto him.

I licked my lips, smiled at him, and shook my head. “Not yet,” repeating what he had said to me that first night.

“Now,” he growled.

I rose up and then let his dick touch the folds, but I refused to slide down. His hands were on my hips, trying to force me onto him.

“Uh-huh, not yet,” I repeated, wanting to draw it out a little more, even though I could feel myself dripping on him as I perched centimeters above his cock.

“Tessa,” he groaned. “You’re killing me. Please,” he begged.

The power was heady. I don’t know if I’d ever been so aroused before. I grabbed his wrists, pulling his hands away from hips and pushed them back, pinning them in a hands-up position. I rubbed his cock with my wet pussy and nearly came.

My back arched with pleasure, thrusting my breasts into his face. He licked, sending another sizzling sensation racing down my spine. I pushed in closer, silently demanding he use his mouth on my breasts. He greedily obliged.

I rubbed across him and then slowly slid onto him, only an inch and then back off. I was quickly losing my control. I repeated the motion, pulling him a little deeper. He went still, his head fell back and I watched the grimace on his face. The pleasure was excruciating.

I stayed right where I was, reveling in the feeling of his dick inside me. I could feel my climax, just out of reach. If I moved, I would be sailing over the edge. I wanted it, but I wanted to prolong the heavenly feeling.

“Go, Tessa. You know you want it. Ride me,” he said, looking into my eyes with so much passion I wanted to commit it to memory forever.

I obeyed, slid down the full length of him and let the climax take me up and over. I bucked and shouted out his name as I crashed down the other side of that invisible mountain. Once I could move, I began to ride him like he asked.

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