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“Come. Oh God, please!” Clarissa had never felt the like. The intense need to climax, yet holding it back… purely because he had told her to. “I’m going to come.”
He pressed his hand into the small of her back and said sternly, “No, Clarissa, you are not allowed to come.”
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Ahhh! Oww! Lordy me,” Clarissa’s loins erupted under the impact of several quick, hard slaps. She clung to his legs and wailed when he rhythmically pumped two fingers in and out of her pussy while caressing her clit with his thumb.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Her muted cries echoed through the room as Rick spanked and fingered her mercilessly, making her climax uncontrollably.
“Please stop,” she begged, crying and thrashing in the ruthless grasp of multiple climaxes.
“Daddy, I beg you... please stop,” she whimpered. Biting into his thigh, the full-bodied scream was muted as three hard slaps followed, triggering a strong squirt of juice to gush from her loins.
Holy shit! What was that? Clarissa struggled to breathe, on the brink of passing out, as she was caught in the backwash of the most intense climax she had ever had.
“Do you really want me to stop now, little one?”
“No,” she whimpered. She was dying for his possession, torn between the way he now savaged her mouth like he was also burning up and the way his fingers probed caressingly.
“I need you. I need you inside me. Please, Daddy.”
Chapter Eight
Rick frowned when a wayward thought shook his equilibrium. He was obsessed with the desire to dominate her—to be her forever Daddy—this ginger hair-colored woman who, within a matter of hours, had quickly become the ruler of his thoughts.
“Aah... Daddy,” she cried into his mouth as he brushed his finger over her swollen labia. Rick reveled in how easily she now called him Daddy.
“So wet already. Do you like this, little one?”
Her pussy clenched eagerly against the welcome intrusion, and she was incapable of speech. He used his fingertips to tease open the wet folds to explore all her soft places, brushing her clitoris with the lightest of caresses. Her moan and his growl meshed in a melody of desire when his finger inched deeper. Her body shook with anticipation as he explored the silkiness within. His body throbbed in unison with his sliding finger inside her, electrifying him.
He had never felt so alive.
“Rick… Daddy, don’t...”
“Don’t what, Babygirl?” he asked in a deep voice, daring her to deny him.
“Stop. Don’t stop,” she surprised him with a soft yet demanding whisper.
With an expectant groan, he unzipped his pants, his cock pressing eagerly into his hand.
“God, little one, I have to have you,” he managed to whisper through clenched teeth.
Rick felt the urgency of her fear since the sensations and emotions he evoked inside her were foreign to her. At the same time, he agonized against his own desire and need. He might have a broken soul, suffering loneliness for centuries, but he was man enough to admit that if he set out to make love to Clarissa, she would break through his defenses and make him vulnerable. A position that could mean the end for him… if she didn’t return the feelings he had so easily awakened inside him.
Rick sat back on his knees when Clarissa pushed against his chest. He was mesmerized by the familiar swirling desire hazing her eyes, as though she was enchanted by him, ensnared by his gaze. He hardly noticed when she pushed up his shirt. A tremor of desire rushed through him with her soft touch on his naked skin. He clenched his teeth while she continued to explore. She trailed her fingers over the ridges of his six-pack to flatten her palms on his chest.
He shifted with need. The bouquet of her desire drifted through his nostrils—a scent he could easily become addicted to. A tingling sensation disrupted his ruse as she turned the tables on him. He was now caught in her web. The game of desire was intoxicating as he finally gave in to her. He undressed with the same urgency and lust that heated her veins.
There was nothing more bewitching than a woman’s naked form. Clarissa was soft all over, and her breasts felt warm and responsive to his touch. She arched her back, pushing the taut nubs deeper into his palms. He watched her eyes flare with the first flick of his tongue over the protruding tips. Slow, long licks—meant to arouse and to entice. A husky, carnal moan echoed through the room.
Rick settled between her legs, smiling into her eyes, acknowledging how well their bodies fit together. He had a sudden epiphany—he was made for this, to fall into her, to feel the natural rhythm of passion with her as the conduit to his need.
His cock became tumescent, slowly enticed by the heat of her moist labia. His senses zinged from the electric surge that sizzled through him. Watching her, he moved his hardened shaft back and forth against her wetness, groaning when he felt the folds separating to coat his length with sweet juices. He pressed forward, alternating soft and hard rubbing movements against her clit, and smiled at the kitten-like mewl that escaped her lips.
“Oh God, that feels so good,” she whispered breathlessly. Her hands curled around the pillow beneath her head as Rick gently nibbled on the taut tips of her breasts.
