Shakin' It For Daddy (The Panty Droppers)

by LeMar, Tigra-Luna

  Someone was arguing and when he stuck his head out the window he noticed two women, one with a dog and another standing by a rose bush. Arching a brow, he shook his head and found a parking space. Stepping from the car, he grabbed his bag and removed his glasses. Instantly the arguing stopped. When he looked to where the women were, they were staring at him as though he’d suddenly sprouted horns.

  “Ladies,” he greeted them before stepping toward the entrance.

  They giggled and waved at him like teenagers in love.

  The first step he stood on, crumbled beneath him and Degan grabbed the rail to keep on his feet. Swearing softly, he continued his climbed and let himself into the first set of double doors. He walked over to the buzzer, but noticed the button to use was missing. He tugged at the next door not expecting it to open. It did. “Safe…very safe.”

  Walking into the lobby was a whole other experience. The mail boxes didn’t look secure, but the single security camera that pointed toward them may make it hard for someone to steal another person’s mail. Shrugging, he pulled the paper from his pocket to see that Mika lived on the fourth floor. He stared at the out of service sign on the elevator and arched a brow.

  “Why would it be working?” He shrugged sarcastically.

  When he finally reached the fourth floor, he dropped the bag to the ground and stared down over the rail. With a shake of his head, he walked down the hall and after getting lost a couple of times, he knocked on Mika’s door.

  “Who is it?” Mika hollered from the other side.

  “It’s Degan.”

  The door slipped open and Degan had to smile. Standing before him, Mika looked so beautiful. Tightening his fingers around the bag’s handle, he stood there staring at her not knowing what to do.

  “Come in,” she said.

  As he walked by, Mika reached up and dropped a kiss against his cheek. Stopping, he looked at her and she grinned shyly at him, and then turned to close the door.

  “Well, this is it,” she explained. “It’s not much, but it’s mine and it’s clean.”

  “You said that. I’ll be comfortable,” he assured her.

  “Follow me. You can put your bag in the bedroom.”

  “Is there only one? I can sleep on the sofa if you’d like.”

  She laughed softly. “Degan, we’ve already had oral sex, I don’t think it matters whether or not we share a bed or not.”

  He nodded. “Touché.”

  But his mind went back to the sway of her hips. The way her rounded ass danced before his eyes caused him to lick his lips. He wanted to reach forward and palm them, squeezing just before falling to his knees to worship it them. She stepped aside and he cleared his throat.

  “You can put your bag in here,” she was saying. “I made you something to eat—wasn’t sure what you would like. I made fried chicken and rice.”

  “Really?” he questioned. “You weren’t sure what I would like to eat?”

  Mika laughed, shook her head and walked back down the hall. He dropped his bag and followed her. The walls were scantily clad with a few pictures here and there. There was one of her in a showgirl costume and he stopped to stare at it. His eyes followed her body from the silver stilettos she wore, up her shapely thighs to her smiling face.

  “You coming?”

  Degan laughed. “Coming,” he called. Entering the kitchen, he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his body. Her scent instantly swirled around his senses making him moan.

  Dipping his head, he tasted her neck just as she sunk her fingers in his hair. Slowly, he trailed his mouth up the side of her neck, to lick her earlobe. “I think I should eat. I don’t want to force you into anything.”

  Releasing her, he stepped back, pressing his back against the table and watching her. He wanted so bad to take her but he couldn’t. Proving his love for her was more important than his hard cock begging—pleading for some attention.

  Chapter Seven

  Mika sat silently, watching Degan eat. He wasn’t really eating. He was pushing the food around on his plate.

  “Don’t like it?” she questioned.

  “No that’s not it. It’s delicious—really. I just—suddenly I’m not that hungry.”

  “I bet you are,” Mika said, pushing slowly from her chair. She walked away from the table and stood by the door watching Degan. She was beginning to rethink the thoughts dancing through her mind, but she couldn’t help herself. It had been a strange fantasy of hers to strip for her man—to have full attention on her as if she was his next meal. If Degan wasn’t hungry for food, perhaps she could feed him in another way.

  His gaze fell again to his plate and Mika laughed softly. “Degan?”

  “Mhmm?” He looked up at her.

  Mika began undoing the buttons to her shirt. She pressed her back into the wall beside the door while swaying her hips slowly from one side to another. When the final button was finished, she spread the sides of her shirt and pushed it off her shoulder. She felt the cool air as the shirt hit the ground. Arching her body away from the wall, except for her shoulders, Mika pressed both her hands to her chest and slowly dragged them downward, over her bare breasts. Tweaking the nipples, she moaned and lifted an index finger to her mouth. She sucked against it, while her other hand continued its travel down her body and into the waist of her skirt. By the time she was touching her clit, she was groaning, whimpering and humping her fingers.

  “I need to see.” Degan’s voice broke through her haze. “Take your skirt off and shake your ass for me.”

  “Oh!” She groaned.

  It was as though she had no brain power at all. She couldn’t seem to say no to this man. Turning her back to him, she undid the zipper at the back of her skirt and as she pushed it over her hips and down, Mika took her panties with it while bending over. Bracing her chest into the wall, she stepped from the skirt with one leg and kicked it away from her with the other. She danced for her man, shaking her ass as if she was in a club and the music was bumping. She dipped her body low to the ground, bouncing twice before rolling with her ass out to give him a good view of her increasingly wet cunt, upward.

  “Damn…” Degan whispered.

  Fully naked, she stopped to jiggle her ass at him. “Was this what you wanted, Pappy?” she questioned.

  “Spread those legs for me.”

  She did as he ordered. The creak of his chair told her Degan had gotten up. She knew for sure when she felt his palms, caressing the length of her legs. Looking over her right shoulder, she saw the top of his head, just as it dipped between her legs. His tongue lashed against the back of her knees, making her shiver. She leaned heavier against the wall, and whimpered.

  He licked up her thighs, and without asking, nibbled against her cunt lips. Reaching backward she grabbed the back of his head and ground her hips down hard. His tongue slipped into her, just where she wanted it.

  “Lick me…” Mika squealed happily. “More.”

  Degan licked her, just like she wanted. He growled sending his tongue deeper, and flicking it back and forth. When she thought he couldn’t get any better, he latched onto her clit and sucked it deeply into his mouth. The pleasure built within her, dancing down her spine and curling her toes. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end in delicious bliss while she shivered visibly against her lover’s tongue.

  “Degan!” she cried.

  Her hips were firing now—riding his tongue savagely. He gripped her hips, digging his fingers into her flesh. Delirious, Mika swore, released his hair to brace both hands to the wall so she could push onto his tongue harder.

  “De—gan!” she screamed. Her climax charged through her like a fleet of wild horses. Her head thrashed from side to side even as her body jerked against his sucking mouth. “Shit! Damn!”

  On her back, she shook staring up at him knowing that no matter what she couldn’t just walk away at the end. He made her body react like no other man had. Turning her bo
dy, she lifted a leg stroking his leg with her toes.

  He smirked at her while undoing his belt buckle. There was a look in his eyes that made her want to do anything he wanted. Her gaze remained on him even after his pants and boxers were long gone. His large cock above her made her lick her lips. To her joy, he stood astride her head and grabbed his meaty dick in a large fist. Ever so damn slowly, he stroked it, toying with her. Mika wanted a taste.

  She grabbed his legs with both hands and tried desperately to arch upward just to get the perfect tip of his penis into her mouth. Each time she got close he would move away. “Bad girl,” he admonished.

  “Give it to me!” she demanded.

  “That would be too easy, wouldn’t it?”

  Dragging her nails up his legs, she tried again and once more he pushed his body to his tip toes moving that delicious piece of muscle out of her reach.

  “Degan…please…”

  She watched in total bliss as he knelt above her. He leaned forward over her and lowered the tip of his cock to her lips. Without hesitation, Mika opened her mouth and it throbbed beautiful while sliding into her mouth. She groaned in satisfaction as she gripped his ass and allowed him to use her face as he saw fit.

  * * * *

  Degan braced his body above her like he was doing push-ups. He tried looking beneath him to watch his penis slip between her ebony lips over and over. The tightness of her mouth closing around him made him harder, larger and throbbed faster. Bracing against one elbow, he reached a hand down to caress her head until his body felt as if it would explode. He pulled his tender cock from her clutches and knelt over her, brushing the head against her lips.

  “Give me your tongue,” he demanded.

  She shook her head, with a dare in her eyes.

  Grabbing her hair, he tightened his fingers and smiled down at her. “Give—me—your—tongue.”

  Slowly, her mouth opened and she extended her tongue. He rubbed the head against her pink tongue, watching the mark of his pre-come drizzle against it. “Now suck it.”

  Holding his breath, he watched as she began sucking him again. Arching his back, he caressed his chest, over his own nipples then racked his fingers through his hair. His body jerked. His cock twitched. His pleasure danced around on the surface before surging through his soul. A smile across his lips and Degan pulled from her again. This time he slid down her body and spread her legs. Using a large finger, he searched for her entrance. Sliding the finger in, he moaned and lifted the finger to his lips.

  “Do you want it?” He questioned.

  “Mhmm.”

  Degan aimed his cock to her entrance, grabbed her hips and drove into her.

  “Fuck!” she swore.

  He smiled, withdrew and slammed his hips forward again. Her heat swarmed him and her wetness sucked him deeper. He caressed up her body, holding his hips steady after pulling from her slightly. When his palms circled her breasts, he squeezed both, and pushed into her hard.

  “Ah!” she cried. Mika’s body writhed beneath his rough assault. He looked down to see her eyes rolled back and smirked.

  Sliding his hands up to her shoulders, he held them, using them as leverage to pound her hard. Even if he wanted to slow down and be gentle, he couldn’t. There was something about the ebony goddess beneath him that turned him on more and more each time he thought about her.

  Mika dragged her nails down his chest. Growling he grabbed her hands and held them down beside her. Leaning forward, he twisted his hips driving deeper.

  “Yes!” she whimpered. “Harder.”

  Degan moved away from her and flipped her over. She instantly rose to all fours and arched her back. Her beautiful ass jutted out before his eyes and all Degan could do, was move forward again, and slipped his dick back into her wetness. This time, she climaxed around him, moaning his name over and over like a crazy person. When her body slumped to the ground, he gathered her hair into one hand from behind, riding her mercilessly until his whole body fell apart. He tensed just before his world collapsed and he erupted within her. Even as he fired white hot within her, Degan couldn’t stop his hips and he couldn’t release her hair. When he finally could, he slumped to the ground beside her, being mindful not to crush her beneath his weight.

  “Damn, Mika,” he panted. It was almost painful the way his chest was heaving. “Damn.”

  Mika chuckled. “What’s the matter, Degan? Can’t keep up?”

  “Oh baby trust me, I can keep up. You were so damn tight.”

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she replied, rolling into his side. “You don’t mind if I…”

  Degan scooped her closer and wrapped his arms around her. He could feel her breasts jerking against his side. Absentmindedly, he caressed her arms, feeling his heart soaring even more for her. Fear peeked it’s head through his bliss with the thought that she may tell him to hit the road soon. His arms tightened around her.

  Chapter Eight

  A phone rang in the distance and Degan frowned. He was about to roll over when he felt a weight in his arms. Opening his eyes, he saw Mika’s head and smiled. Happiness, like he’d never known before pulsated through him. For so many years, he’d dreamed of waking up beside Mika Jamison. Never in a million years, would he believe it would feel so good. They fucked each other a couple more times and before going to sleep they made love. She’d caressed his cheeks while staring into his eyes in the dimly lit room and when she saw what she was looking for, Mika had given her body to him in a different way. Degan felt it then and as he lay beside her, holding her tightly against his heart, he felt it again. He could see her body sliding over his, arching, writhing, and reaching for his.

  The phone continued ringing.

  Damn it! Shut up!

  But it wouldn’t stop. Moaning, he lifted her from his body and searched for his pants. He found them in the kitchen lying over the back of a chair. Reaching into the pocket, he grabbed the phone and frowned at the name flashing on the screen.

  “You have some fucked up timing.” Degan fall into the chair. “What do you want now?”

  Preston laughed. “Sorry. I got worried about you. You said you would call and lets face it, you’re a multimillionaire, away from New York in some small town in the middle of nowhere.”

  “Sorry—it’s just that it’s not every day I get to wake up with the woman of my dreams in my arms and you’re interrupting that.”

  “All right—I’ll let you get back to it. But call if anything, eh?”

  Degan promised he would and just as he hung up the phone, something caught the corner of his eyes. Turning to see what it was, his breath caught in his throat. There wrapped in white sheets was Mika. Licking his lips, he dropped the phone to the table and stood. Walking over to her, he caressed her arms.

  “You are so damn beautiful,” he whispered. His voice cracked and all he could do was pull her into his arms. “Come back to bed.”

  “I thought I’d make you breakfast,” Mika whispered.

  “Oh baby no.” Degan lifted her into his arms by wrapping his arms tightly around her curvaceous waist. Walking her down the corridor, he entered her bedroom. “I’ll call out and order some food for us. Wait, do you have to work?”

  “I think I was fired,” she whispered, nibbling at his neck. “I don’t know what I’m going to do for work. I have to figure it out soon—but for right now I just want to live in this world…”

  He laid her on the bed and hovered over her. “Do you need to work?”

  “Yes. I have to earn a living.”

  Degan couldn’t argue with that. He always loved a woman who didn’t depend on men for their livelihoods. He loved an independent woman. Though he knew that every man wanted to feel like they were a hero to their women, he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he’d never be able to keep Mika from working.

  “I tell you what.” He trailed a finger over Mika’s dark skin. “I’ll get you an interview in my company and it’s up to you to land the job.”
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  “What kind of a job?”

  “Well I don’t know—I don’t want you to think that I’m trying to buy you. That’s why I’d let someone else do the interview.”

  “I don’t know,” Mika replied. “Please—I don’t want to think about that now. All I want is for you to make love to me. Wish me good morning, Degan.”

  Hearing the sadness in her voice, he felt as if he’d failed to make her happy. Nodding, he bowed his head and took her lips.

  * * * *

  It was past mid-day before Degan climbed from the bed and exited the room for the bathroom. Mika rolled over, feeling completely satisfied. She glanced at the clock and for the first time in a long while she felt extremely happy. The shower was going so she pushed from the bed and wrapped the sheets around her. Peeking out the room, she hurried into the kitchen and peered into the fridge. She found some eggs and grabbed a large bowl. Breaking a few into the bowl, she sprinkled salt and ground pepper into it before beating the eggs. She flipped on the coffee maker, pulled out a frying pot and stuck it on the stove. She’d just dumped the eggs in when she felt Degan enter the kitchen.

  While she whisked the eggs to scramble them, she turned her head to look at Degan. His sexy form was leaning against the door frame.

  “I know you said you would order something for us to eat,” she said, returning her attention to the eggs. “But it would be a waste of money. I mean why buy something when you can make it at home?”

  “The money is no problem you know,” Degan smiled. He walked over and kissed her neck from behind. “But I won’t say no to a home cooked meal.”

  Mika grinned turning down the stove. “Could you look in that cupboard right there and grab me two plates?”