Soon, we were kissing. And I mean really kissing. He grabbed my face in his hands and pressed his lips against mine, sliding his tongue in my mouth and ravishing it. I immediately kissed him back. My legs were weak from the feel of it, but I didn't have to stand on them long. He grabbed both my legs and picked them up so I was wrapped around him, his weight keeping me pushed to the wall.
Oh, what a kiss.
With one strong hand he grasped the bare skin on my side and stroked it with his thumb, causing my side to shiver in anticipation. I was tired of waiting. I wanted him so bad.
I felt my back lift off the wall as he carried me effortlessly up the stairs and into my parent's bedroom, slamming the door with his foot. Our lips never left each other even as he lowered me onto the bed, my legs straddling him.
"Tell me your name," I begged, breaking away. He stared at me, our faces so close we were breathing the same air.
"Hunter," He murmured. "But you can call me daddy."
Without giving me a change to respond he locked our lips again and trailed his hands from my hips to my chest. He grabbed my boobs with his hands and squeezed them, making me gasp into his mouth. He pulled back, still rolling my breasts in his hands and watched me as my eyes fluttered open.
"Okay, daddy." I whispered.
"Let's play."
