Page 95 of The Daddy’s Girl

“Then what are you saying?”

Biting her lip eagerly, she gives me a nervous expression. “I was thinking that…you know, if you did want to…you know…be with other people…”

The wrinkles in my face deepen as I wait for her to explain, because I do not in fact know.

“I won’t be with other people, Amelia.”

“Ugh,” she cries out, letting her head fall back. “I’m saying you could!”

“What? Why?”

“Well, you could…if you let me watch.”

My hands freeze on her hips and my lips part. Out of everything I expected to come out of her mouth, this was definitely not even close to what I fathomed. In fact, I’m almost worried I’m understanding her wrong.

“What do you mean?”

She shrugs shyly as if embarrassed. “I mean…it’s a solution. It solves both of our problems. You’re afraid one person couldn’t be enough for you sexually, and I learned that I like to watch⁠—”

“Wait, wait, wait,” I moan, putting my hand over her mouth. “You and I are not even having sex, Amelia. And if we were…I would never, ever accuse you of not being enough for me. You are more than enough. Yes, it’s true that I have never been faithful to one person, and I worry that even with you, that would be a hard habit to break. I worry about making you unhappy. But I don’t want you to ever worry about not being enough for me.”

With a tight smile, she loops her arms around my neck. “What if I said I wanted to watch you with someone else…for my own selfish pleasure?”

My cock throbs in my pants. With a growl, I tug her closer, and she wraps me up in those beautiful, soft thighs.

“You really are trouble, you know that?”

As my lips attack her neck again, she laughs, and I lick up the flawless sound of it.

“I am powerless against you,” I groan, making her giggle even more.

“Then stop fighting it,” she replies, tilting her hips. With her heels in my back, she drags me closer, holding me against her.

And I do stop fighting it. For now. I let the storm of desire carry me away.

My cock leaks at the tip as I grind against her harder and harder. My hips move on their own accord now, chasing friction and pleasure.

Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I drag it over her head while she works the buttons of mine. We are frantically undressing each other in her parents’ kitchen like I haven’t shared a hundred meals here with them.

When I hook my fingers in her panties, she lifts enough to let me drag them down and discard them on the kitchen floor. Looking down, I see her bare cunt, glistening with arousal, and my hard cock pointed in her direction.

Her gaze follows, and we both stare at temptation.

“Come on, Matis,” she hums in a soft plea. “Just stick it in a little. I’m ready for you.”

I let out a pathetic whimpering sound as I rest my forehead against hers.

It would be so easy. Just one thrust of my hips and then what’s done is done.

But then what? What if she is like every other person I’ve fucked? What if this ruins everything? What if I lose interest as soon as we’re done? I need more time to think this through.

So instead of plunging my cock inside her, I lay my throbbing length against my body and close the distance between us so her wet core glides along my shaft.

“It’s better this way,” I say, my voice tight with desire. “Just think of how good it will be when we finally do. We can wait a little longer, Trouble.”

She throws her head back with a dramatic groan. “You’re killing me.”

Laughing, I pick up her head and kiss her lips as I grind my length against her. She soaks my cock as we move together. My thumb finds her clit hidden beneath the soft blond tuft, and I apply pressure, circling it tightly as we writhe against each other.