Page 44 of Tiffanie

He lowered her to the middle of the mattress and stepped back to tug the T-shirt he wore over his head. Phineas sent that garment flying across the room as he toed out of his shoes. “I’m going to say this once, and then I won’t bring it up in the future. We’ll talk about everything, Little girl. If something is uncomfortable or you simply want to try something else, you tell me immediately.”

She nodded.

“Good girl.”

Phineas hooked his thumbs in the sides of the athletic pants he’d put on after getting home from the library over his fitted boxer briefs. He pushed them down to the floor, leaned over to pull them off completely, and threw them away. As he stalked forward, she studied his chiseled frame.

“I didn’t know guys that read books looked like that,” she blurted. Her appreciation of his toned body wasn’t new. She’d seen him nude in the shower and in bed. Phineas didn’t own pajamas.

“Real men do hang out in the library stacks,” he assured her as he lifted her shirt over her head. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.” He cupped her bare breasts and ran his thumbs over her taut nipples, drawing a groan from her lips.

“Please, Daddy.”

“Oh, I definitely plan to please you, Princess.” He propped one knee on the edge of the bed and leaned forward to kiss her, easing Tiffanie back onto the mattress.

Phineas must have read a lot of books on kissing because his lips were devastating. She clung to him, never wanting this exchange to end but wanting more. A faint whimper of need escaped from her mouth when he raised his head.

“I know, Princess. I feel our connection too. These pants have to go.” Phineas forced himself to shift away to remove her leggings and panties.

He didn’t give her a moment to think but crawled onto the mattress, wrapping his arms under her and drawing her up onto the pillows. He caged her under him. His hands and lips caressed her, building her passion higher and higher until she writhed under him.

Tiffanie stroked his body, tracing his muscles and clinging to his strength. When she daringly traced a line with her fingers down his torso to his thick shaft, Phineas trapped her hand against his hard abdomen.

“I’m so turned on, Tiffanie. This is going to be over way too fast if you touch me now.”

She froze and nodded, thrilled she had that much power over him. Tiffanie felt seductive and more appealing than she had in so long. “Next time,” she said, wanting him to note she had plans for him as well.

“Definitely, Princess. I can’t wait for your fingers and mouth to wrap around my cock.”

The hunger written on his face pushed her arousal further. He didn’t conceal his need for her. She wrapped her fingers around his shoulders. “Please, Daddy.”

“Let me make sure you’re ready,” he growled, brushing one hand over her small mound to her core. He groaned as his fingertips slid through her slick juices. “Princess, you’re soaked.”

“Always when I’m around you,” she whispered, drawing another deep sound from him.

Phineas turned to grab a condom, ripped the packet open, and rolled the protection over his cock. Tiffanie watched, enjoying the sight of him touching his stiff shaft. As he settled between her thighs, she lifted her legs to wrap them around his hips. Phineas didn’t thrust immediately into her. He glided his cock through her pink folds, pressing directly on her clit until she writhed with need below him. When he fit himself to her entrance, Tiffanie froze, not wanting to miss every single sensation.

“Breathe, Little girl,” he ordered and held himself in place. A muscle clenched in his jaw, revealing the toll this control took on him.

She nodded and obeyed. As she exhaled, he pressed himself forward, filling and stretching her tight channel. Her eyes closed at the barrage of pleasure. He didn’t pause until their bodies met, fully connected.

Raising her head, Tiffanie threaded her fingers through his thick hair, drawing his lips down to hers. That kiss sizzled as deeply as their bodies connected. When he lifted his head, they both breathed heavily.

“Move,” she whispered, needing everything from him.

Phineas didn’t hesitate. He withdrew from her completely and surged back inside, brushing over sensitive points inside her slick channel. Tiffanie tightened her legs, grinding her pelvis on his and savoring his growl of appreciation.

Supporting her with one powerful hand under her hips, Phineas powered into her. Their skin grew damp as their bodies crashed together. Pleasure hovered just out of reach. Dividing her attention between the sensations she experienced and returning his kisses and caresses, Tiffanie explored his athletic frame, appreciating each hard inch of his form. How she’d caught his eye…

“Ow!” she blurted. Had he pinched her butt?

“Stop it. Whatever that thought was, I didn’t like it,” Phineas told her sternly. His dominating tone sent an additional shiver of excitement through her. He lowered his mouth to her neck and bit down at the curve of her shoulder.

“Ahh!” The last taste of pain pushed her over the edge into a massive climax. Her body clamped around him, drawing a groan from deep inside his chest. His movements increased in speed, exploding her climax into a second burst of pleasure.

“You feel extraordinary around me, Princess. Damn, I am a lucky man,” he said as he plunged into her, filling her completely over and over.

With a guttural shout that rang through the room, Phineas emptied himself into the condom. His movements slowed, and his caresses gentled, soothing her. Those fiery kisses didn’t lose passion. With each exchange, Phineas claimed her as his.