He kisses his way down my neck, pushing the fabric to the floor, leaving me bare chested with only the crinoline skirt in place.
“Fuck,” he growls low, stepping back for a moment to admire me. “Look how pretty Daddy’s baby girl is.”
I can’t remember the last time anyone called me pretty like that. I mean, sure I’d ask Nathan if he thought I was pretty and he’d say‘of course.’Sometimes, after a fight, he’d tell me I looked nice to keep the peace, but I’ve never in my life had a man admire me like this. It’s more than what he’s saying. It’s how he’s saying it, the way he looks at me, the meter in his breath.
I remind myself not to overthink everything, but my body reacts despite the warning. Prickling warmth spreads along my shoulders, and I straighten without thinking, suddenly hyper-aware of the cold air brushing across my nipples.
A gush of warm, wetness seeps into my panties and I’m thankful they’re covered. I don’t need him to know how much I love his validation. I don’t need him to see that my body reacts to his so dramatically. I don’t need them because this isn’t real. This is a moment in time. A primal reaction to the wild day I’ve had.
That’s all this is.
He moves in, his big hands roaming just beside my breasts, his eyes meeting mine for approval before he leans in slowly and suckles each nipple with a popping sound and a scrape of his teeth.
“Jesus Christ, baby.” He grabs his own cock and strokes it through the denim. “You’re going to have Daddy coming in his fucking jeans if you don’t tell me what you want.”
My mouth drops open and I stagger in a breath as I grind forward and reach for his girth. “Touch me.”
“Use your words, baby girl. Touch you where?”
“Your fingers,” I mutter, my mouth dry. “I want your fingers inside of me.”
A slow grin develops on his face as he lands his heavy hand back against my mound. “Good girl. Daddy would love to touch his little princess. Can you open your thighs for me?”
I spread my legs slowly, my heart slamming against my chest as he slips my soaking panties to the side and slides his fingers inside of my sopping, slippery hole.
I’m not sure what I thought this would feel like, but it’s full and warm, and I love how much control he has with his touch. My mouth drops open and my hips instinctively grind forward for more.
“You’re my tight little baby, aren’t you?” His voice is low and hot against the lobe of my ear.
I nod and release a moan. “I’m a virgin.”
He growls deep and wet, his teeth scraping along my collarbone before he kisses his way toward my breasts again. “I know, princess. Daddy will be careful with you. Does this hurt?” He thrusts in further.
“A little,” I whine, “but mostly it feels good.”
“How good?” His words are low and short as he thrusts into me deeper. “Do you like it when Daddy touches this spot?”
He presses a spot I didn’t know was there, sending a bolt of lightning straight through me.
“Yes!” I pant, gripping his forearms tight as he scratches in a come-hither motion.
“Have you ever come before, princess?”
“I’ve tried,” I say, swallowing hard as he begins making circles around my throbbing clit with his thumb.
“You tried?” he groans, kissing my neck. “What happened?”
“It never worked.”
“Not even once?” His breath is shallow, like he likes the idea of me coming just for him.
“Not even once,” I repeat, grinding up against him as he touches every part of me. His fingers thrusting inside, filling me up. His thumb circling my slippery nub. His free hand pinching my nipples, squeezing my breasts as he groans low, hot heat across my neck and the lobe of my ear.
I swallow hard and hold his strong, corded arms tighter as pressure builds in my stomach.
“Tell me what you want, baby girl.”
“I want to come,” I moan, my juices dripping down as he twists his fingers upward, pressing harder against the spot that feels like a decadent hot fudge sundae with two cherries on top. No, three cherries. Hell, a jar of cherries!
