Page 26 of Snowed In with My Ex
“Ladies first,” I grunted, and fuck me, she shocked me. Pulling not only the sweater but the nightie off her sweet curvy body, leaving her as a feast for my eyes. “Jesus, princess,” I rasped, then my lips crashed down on hers. We kissed, getting lost in the moment. I was semi-coherent enough to tug down the joggers while she pulled off my flannel. I tugged my shirt off underneath, tossing it to god only knew where.
I rolled her onto her back, hovering my body between her legs.
“Allie,” I grunted. Swallowing hard, trying to hold back. And almost like she knew, her eyes glowed softly, and when her lips parted, I knew I wouldn’t be able to deny whatever request she made.
“Please, Daddy.”
“Allie, baby, this is about you. Fuck!” I cursed.
My girl, my sweet little tasty princess who looked so damn innocent, wasn’t innocent at all. She knew exactly how to workme. Her hand slipped between us, holding my dick, the one that belonged to her and only her, in her hands.
“You’re so hard, Daddy.” My eyes squeezed shut when her hand tightened around the base of my dick. The rest of it was aching to be touched. Stroked. “You’re so big my hand almost doesn’t close around it,” she noted in that little tone she knew drove me crazy.
“Allie,” I warned.
“It’s so hard and warm.”
“Baby––“
“And look,” she gasped, making my eyes pop open and look down just in time to watch her swipe a droplet of fluid off with the pad of her thumb. I felt its silky glide down while she stroked me. “Why are you so hard, Daddy?”
“Fucking hell.” My forehead pressed against hers. “Allie,” I strained. Her name sounded hoarse in my ears while I panted.
I couldn’t catch my breath.
I felt like a ticking time bomb ready to go off.
In more ways than one.
“Baby girl, you can’t tease me like this.” Her free hand cupped my face, making my eyes open and look into the dark green pools of her gaze.
“Who said I was teasing?”
“Baby.”
“Please” That sweet little six-letter word broke me.
“You,” I gritted through my teeth. “You get me this way.”
“Did you really watch me?” she asked, stroking me slowly, torturing my poor cock. My balls were drawn up tightly and ready to go. “Daddy, did you?”
“Yes,” I strained before rolling us over. She gasped and smiled. “Take your seat, princess,” I demanded. She quickly did as I asked, settling over my thighs. Her dewy, wet warmth taunted my dick.
“Did you get hard watching me?”
“Baby––“
“Did you miss me?” The vulnerability was clear in those pretty jade eyes.
“More than you could know.”
“Did you play with yourself in your car? While you watched me?”
“Yes.” Her hand tightened around me. Her eyes sparkled with an illicit little look.
“That’s naughty, Daddy.” She licked her lips before moving off my lap.
“Where do you think you’re go––“ She sat on her haunches, settling on the ground between us. Watching her this way, with the glow of the fire behind us, was fucking magnificent. It highlighted her curves and smooth skin.