Mack Daddy(63)

He closed his eyes briefly. “You should go home.”

Not this time.

“I’ve been lost and scared, but I’m pretty sure this is home.”

Grabbing onto the wet material of his shirt, I stood on my toes and pressed my lips against his. For a split second, it seemed like he was going to resist, but then I felt his tongue slip into my mouth, and a deep groan of concession escape him.

“Fuck,” he muttered over my lips as he gripped my ass before pulling me into the house and kicking the door shut. I knew the second I heard it slam that there was no turning back.

Mack bumped into some furniture as he walked backwards while he kissed me harder. He unwound the paisley scarf that had been wrapped around my neck and threw it carelessly onto the ground. Refusing to detach ourselves long enough to see around us, we stumbled down the hall, practically glued at the mouth until we were finally in his bedroom.

The shades were drawn, but there was just enough light coming in for me to be able see him. Running my fingers through his damp hair, I could taste beer on his breath. He must have opened a bottle the second he got home, certainly not expecting that I would follow him here. More than the beer, though, I could taste him. For the first time in my life, I got to taste the man of my dreams and become intoxicated by his indescribable, yet addictive, flavor. Breathless, wet, and shaking, nothing else mattered in the world anymore. Reaching up as high as I could on my tippy toes, I refused to come up for air as we consumed each other, our tongues colliding in a desperate struggle for more.

He growled over my lips, “You’d better leave right now if you have any intention of going back to him, because I don’t plan to leave an inch of you unmarked. I’ll give you ten seconds to walk away.” He started to count, kissing me in between each number he recited. “Ten…nine…eight…seven…” He lowered his mouth to gently bite my neck. “Six…five…four…three…two…” He kissed upward then whispered over my mouth, “One.”

I hadn’t budged.

Mack took hold of my wrists, locking them behind my back before flipping me around toward his bedroom wall. “You’ve always belonged to me, haven’t you, Frankie?” His kiss was no longer gentle as he sucked voraciously on the skin at the back of my neck. The heat of his breath was making me crazy. My entire body went limp, completely submitting to him. “I need you…now,” he panted in my ear. “Need to fuck you hard. Please don’t tell me to stop.”

“I won’t.” My nipples stiffened. “Don’t stop. Please.”

He slid his hands up my sides then began to unbutton my blouse before practically ripping it off of me and tossing it aside.

My cheek was pressed gently against the wall as he slowly kissed a line down my back.

His hands moved to my waist, where he pulled the fabric of my skirt down just low enough to see the tattoo on my lower back.

I closed my eyes and waited. Ten seconds felt like a minute.

Then, I felt his lips tenderly kissing the area of my skin where the lotus flower was inked. He gripped my hips and continued to kiss over my tattoo, grazing me with his tongue. Having his mouth on my body was making me so incredibly wet with an urgent need to feel him inside of me.

Suddenly, I felt my underwear sliding down.

“They’re so freaking wet,” he muttered. “I need to taste it.”

This time, when he resumed his worship of that spot on my back, he kissed lower and lower before spreading my ass cheeks. Without warning. I felt his hot mouth between my legs, under me, devouring my pussy from behind. Kneeling, he continued to take ownership of my body in a way I’d never experienced before. It was seriously like a symphony of movements and sounds: his tongue thrusting in and out of me with rhythmic precision in sync with the motion of his mouth while he worked his fingertips over my clit. And fuck me…he was hitting all the right notes. Nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing.

He flipped me around and gazed up at me with hazy eyes that reflected the highest threshold of hunger and desire. Returning his mouth to my swollen clit, he began to suck on my clit with renewed enthusiasm. His sexy moan vibrated between my thighs. No one else had ever seemed to take such pleasure in going down on me.

As my fingers raked harder through his hair, he must have sensed I was about to lose control. He suddenly stopped and slowly stood up. “I want to feel you come against my mouth, but I’d rather you come with me inside of you.” Placing his forehead against mine, he said, “Remember all those things you wished I could do to you? I’m about to make all your wishes come true if you let me.”