Page 89 of The Daddy’s Girl

I may never walk away from this woman for the rest of my life. And honestly, I don’t even care.

Rule #25: Death by oral sex is a lovely way to go.

Amelia

With Matis’s flavor still on my tongue, I climb up onto the bed and straddle his depleted body. His arms are lying outstretched at his sides and his eyes are closed. A grin pulls across my face as I lean over and kiss him softly on the lips.

He is perfect, in every way.

That blow job was perfect.

It’s times like these when I have to remind myself that Matis is almost three decades older than me. He doesn’t look or act like a fifty-three-year-old man. Other than the softly weathered creases around his mouth and eyes and the strands of gray shining against his dark hair, he doesn’t seem any older than me at all.

Especially when I can have him moaning and panting like putty in my hands just from my mouth on his cock. He is just a man, so really…who cares about ages?

I love him and he loves me.

“Are you dead?” I whisper with a giggle as I kiss my way up his chest to his neck. His pulse throbs against my lips, and the rich scent of his cologne makes my core moisten.

“What a way to go,” he replies with a smile.

“Death by blow job.”

He laughs harder as his arms wrap around me, holding me tight. When I lift up, our eyes meet, and there’s not so much stress and tension. It’s easy and comfortable.

Bringing my face toward his, he kisses me softly, and my belly lights up with a needy heat. I’m wearing only a large T-shirt and a pair of panties, so my bare legs are tight against his sides.

His cock hasn’t deflated at all since he came, and I feel it prodding my core. The sensation reminds me of his rule—no sex. A stupid rule if you ask me. What’s the difference between blow jobs and sex really? Just so if anyone asks if we had sex, he can say no, like it doesn’t matter that I’ve swallowed a mouthful of his cum.

And now the idea that Matis and I have all night together and no boundaries between us anymore (except for the sex rule) makes me giddy with anticipation. I just want him. All of him and as much as I can get.

Our kiss grows heated as his tongue tangles with mine. I moan into his mouth as his hands travel up from my ass and into my hair and right back down again. When he tugs on my shirt, I sit upright and pull it over my head. My breasts are exposed, the buds of my nipples tight with arousal.

Once I’m naked from the waist up, Matis lets his gaze wash over me, hungrily devouring the sight. His fingers skate over my flesh delicately.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers, and the praise flutters in my belly.

“Thank you.”

Judging by the way his hands hesitate around my sides and ass, I can tell that he’s still scared to really touch me. Softly, I rest my fingers over his and guide them to my breasts.

“Touch me, Matis.”

He shudders on an exhale, clearly still trying to hold back from what he wants. Last night, he touched far more than my breasts, but that ended with the self-induced guilt trip of the century.

As his hands close around my breasts, he grinds his hips upward, seeking friction with his cock. I grind downward against him, running my core along his hard shaft.

The intensity between our gazes burns as our bodies writhe together. I will never tire of this, never. His body is perfect. His strong, muscular shoulders and toned frame are the definition of sexy to me. I have never found young guys with muscles on muscles to be attractive.

But this…Matis’s mature aesthetic and classy style are what turns me on. They always have. He doesn’t hit the gym to overinflate his ego. Instead, he puts on a nice suit and a charming smile, and he focuses on the pleasure of his partner, and honestly…what could big muscles have on that?

No comparison.

My nails dig into his chest as my hips continue their grinding. His length is so solid against my clit it almost hurts, but I don’t quit my movement. Judging by the pleasure in his blown-out pupils and parted lips, he likes it too.

He’s grown comfortable with touching me now. His hands dance around my body, gripping my breasts and tweaking my nipples. Then he squeezes my hips and pinches my ass, guiding my motion and dragging me down harder.

I whimper when the sensation grows.