“Your little whimpers make me so fucking hard,” I growl against her skin, my voice thick with need.
I rise to my feet, my movements fluid and deliberate. Her eyes follow me, dark with curiosity and desire. I reach down, lifting her arousal-coated fingers from between her thighs. Her eyes blow wide as I press them against the stiff bulge straining against the fabric of my pants. “This is what watching you does to me,” I grit out, my hips arching into her touch. “Fuck… who am I kidding? This is what youalwaysdo to me.”
Her fingers tentatively wrap around me through the fabric, and I have to bite back a groan at the contact. It’s too much and not enough all at once. After a moment, I pull her from me and press her hand between her thighs again, where it belongs.
As her fingers go back to work, I reach for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head in one smooth motion. Her eyes widen at the sight of my bare chest and stomach, the muscles tensing under her appreciative gaze. “I’m going to take my cock out,” I warn, my hands moving to my belt. “But I promise, I’m just going to watch you.”
She lightly bites her lower lip and nods her understanding. The sound of my zipper lowering seems impossibly loud in the quiet room. I free myself from my pants, and my cock springs loose, hard and ready. I take a seat beside her, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body.
I wrap my hand around my length, stroking slowly as I watch her. My free hand lightly dusts over her skin, tracing from the curve of her hip to the swell beneath her breast. She shivers under my touch, her fingers moving faster between her thighs.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur in admiration. “Show me how gorgeous you are when you come.”
She rubs at her clit, trying to give me what I’m asking for.
“Come on… You can do it.”
Her back bows slightly from the mattress, and a soft cry escapes her lips when her orgasm washes over her. It’s so fucking tantalizing, I nearly come from the sight. I have to stop stroking myself, gripping the base of my cock tightly to hold back my own release.
“Such a good girl,” I praise, fighting to keep what little restraint remains.
She pulls her hand back, still trembling with aftershocks, but I stop her with a gruff whisper. “Don’t stop.” Her eyes meet mine, questioningly. “Your little pussy needs some practice if you’re ever going to be able to take my cock. Slide your finger inside for me.”
A flush spreads across her cheeks, but she obeys, easing a finger into her pussy with a soft whimper. I don’t know whether it’s the sight or how easily she obeys my command, but she has me struggling to hold back my release once more.
“You listen so well to Daddy.” The title slips out before I can stop it. Her eyes widen at the honorific, but desire flares in their depths.She likes it.
I watchher for a minute, my hand resuming slow, leisurely strokes up and down my shaft as she explores herself. “Can you fit another finger in that tight little hole?” I ask, my voice dropping to a low growl.
She bites her lip, a moan unlike anything I’ve ever heard spilling from her lips as she struggles to fit another digit inside. Her brow furrows with concentration, her breath coming in ragged pants.
“That’s it,” I encourage, my own strokes becoming faster and more urgent. “Nice and slow. Stretch that tight little pussy for me.”
I fist myself harder, my eyes fixed on the sight of her taking two fingers, slowly working them in and out of herself. The way her body responds, the little sounds she makes, and the concentration mixed with pleasure on her face—it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck… You look so good like that,” I grit my praise through breathy pants. “So beautiful, taking your fingers like that. Imagine how gorgeous you’ll be when you’re stretched to the brink around my cock.”
That thought is my undoing. With a guttural groan, I come, ribbons of my release roping across my stomach, some landing on her thigh. She watches, mesmerized, her fingers still buried inside her as she witnesses my loss of control.
For a moment, we’re both still, breathing heavily in the aftermath. I reach for her, pulling her into my arms, not caring about the mess we’ve made. She comes willingly, her body molding against mine as if she were made to fitthere.
“You were so perfect for Daddy.”
“Daddy?” she whispers with a nervous giggle, the word sending a fresh wave of desire through me.
I pull back slightly, my eyes searching hers as my thumb traces her lower lip. “That timid little laugh tells me you like the sound of it as much as I do.” My other hand tightens on her hip, and I softly command, “Say it in earnest. Like you understand exactly what it means to call me that. Because once you say it properly, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine to protect, mine to please, and mine to teach. It’ll be who I am when I’m inside you, when I’m watching you come, and when I’m thinking about you every second of every day. Do you want that, trouble?”
I tilt her face toward me, and her eyes search mine as I wait for an answer.
She drags her teeth over her lower lip before whispering, “Yes, Daddy.”
When I capture her lips in a deep, possessive kiss, she melts against me, and I know there’s no going back.
Mackenzi is mine now. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her, to protect her, and give her everything she needs—even if it destroys me in the process.
The moment I wake up, the memory of Damon hits me.His hands. His mouth. The rough scrape of his voice against my skin as I came apart and he held me together.As he flashes through my mind I can practically feel his warmth, and my stomach flips beneath the sheets.
Heat washes up my chest and over my face. “Oh my God,” I whisper into the empty room, burying my face into the pillow, as if that will somehow erase the fact last nightactuallyhappened. But it doesn’t help. If anything, it makes it worse because his sweet woodsy scent lingers faintly in the fabric beneath my cheek.
