Page 57 of The Daddy’s Girl

His treasure.

His body shifts as his mouth lowers, and I feel his warm breath tickle my face before his moist lips gently settle against mine. And just like that…the love of my life is kissing me.

My godfather is kissing me.

It’s nothing more than the pressing together of mouths, but it’s so much more than that at the same time. It’s a pocket of intimacy that only he and I exist in. It’s a black hole of affection, and it’s swallowing us up.

I clutch desperately at his sides, terrified that this moment will pass by in a blink before I’ve truly had the chance to savor it.

But it’s as if the moment our mouths are fused, something changes. There’s a shift. It goes from platonic and sweet to suddenly hungry and desperate in the blink of an eye.

On his next exhale, he shifts, moving his hands from my jaw to the back of my head. Suddenly, those hands are the only things holding me upright. I could melt at any moment, especially when our lips part at the same time, and I feel the soft brush of his tongue entering my mouth.

I let out a whimpering sound, and my arms tighten around him. The peek of tongue suddenly becomes dangerously passionate, and our kiss escalates. When his lips release mine, he doesn’t move away. It’s as if we’re pulled together by a magnetic force.

“Amelia,” he mumbles breathlessly against my mouth as if he’s crying out for help. But I am no help. I’m being swept away by the same torrent of desire.

My arms move up, winding around his neck and giving him free access to my body…which he takes. The fingers that so tenderly gripped my jaw are now cascading down my body and coming rousingly close to my ass.

Touch my ass. Dear Lord in heaven, I beg you…let him touch my ass.

“Matis,” I reply on a gasp after his ravenous mouth releases his teeth from around my bottom lip. Suddenly, we’re not so much kissing as literally devouring each other.

His body is hard against mine, and I keep leaning my weight into him, trying to feel every single inch and secretly searching for that telltale stiffness that I so desperately want to feel.

“Touch me,” I plead on a whimper as I kiss him back, digging my nails into his scalp.

At my request, he lets out a sound of anguish that soaks my panties instantly.

“I can’t,” he replies.

Which is a lie, because he can. And he does.

No sooner than those two words are out of his mouth does he palm one cheek of my ass with his large hand, squeezing it without mercy. Using his grip, he drives my hips against his, and I finally feel exactly what I wanted to feel.

The massive, rigid length of his cock, stuffed inside his tight pants, is hard against my pelvic bone, and I could die a happy woman at this moment. He’s hard for me.

All this confirms what I’ve always desired. He wants me. Matis sees me as a woman. He’s meeting me in the middle of this endless sea of yearning.

I take it back, though. I don’t want to die yet. Not until I feel that deliciously hard shaft inside me. Not until I know the exquisite sensation of taking him, his cock and his cum.

Then I could die a happy woman.

“What is happening?” he murmurs against my lips.

All my dreams are coming true. That is what is happening.

Everything I’ve ever wanted and dreamed about.

But then…I get greedy.

“Take me back to your place,” I beg against his lips. I move my hand from his neck down his body toward his stiff cock. Before I can reach it, he grabs me by the wrist.

“No, stop,” he mutters as he pulls his mouth away. My lips ache without the feel of his scratchy five-o’clock shadow against them.

“I don’t want to stop,” I complain as I reach back for the kiss.

But then he pulls away for real. Dropping his hands from my body, he turns away and puts distance between us.