AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The whole time, Jacob is giving me a neck rub that renders me boneless and happy and very turned on.
When my sister returns and puts her gifts under the tree, Jacob stands up and takes my hand. I don’t make eye contact with anyone as he drags me up the stairs.
“Do you have presents to wrap?” I ask innocently as he pushes me back against the bedroom door once we’re up on the third floor.
He locks the door, then catches my face in his hands and kisses me. “Fuck, no.”
I kiss him back. “I have some already wrapped.”
“How much time does that buy us?”
“I don’t think it matters,” I breathe. “Pretty sure they know what we’re doing up here.”
“Good. Yesterday, my whole world came to a crashing standstill. When I read your letter, that felt like one of the absolute worst moments of my life. And every second since has been focused on getting to you, figuring out how to make this right, and then…fuck, Sienna, when you told me you were a virgin, I tried to hold myself back.”
“Oh God, please don’t.”
“I can’t. Not when you’re so perfectly responsive to me. Do you trust me?”
I can't breathe. Everything narrows until all I can see is him.
He’s so intent, like when he’s on a righteous tirade for one of his clients. “It’s not enough to just not lose you. I want to claim you. I want everyone to know just how crazy I am about you, and I want them to know you’re mine.”
It’s all very sweet, and lovely, but my brain flatlines somewhere in the middle of what he says. All I can hear is the man that I fell in love with, a man who I have yearned for, telling me that he wants to claim me.
I grab the front of his shirt and, my voice shaking, manage to say his name. “Jacob…”
His eyes glitter. “Yes, baby?”
“Fuck me, please.”
“So polite with your dirty mouth.” He kisses me hard. “You taste so fucking good, Sienna. Moan like a slut in front of your family? Taste like a sweet little girl, and then you beg me to fuck you? With the same little mouth? How am I supposed to resist that?”
I’m panting now, desperate for him. “You’re not.”
“Good, because I can’t. Not anymore. Not ever again. You’re mine.” He pins me to the wall, leaning in so close I can feel his breath hot against my cheek. “You're a good little slut, aren't you?”
Why is it so hot when he says that to me? What is happening?
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
Oh, God. “Yes, Daddy.”
He wedges his thigh between my legs. “Like hearing you say that.”
“I like saying it.” I grind my clit against his tight muscles, needing to hump against him. Needing more than this, but not having the words. Needing to trust him to get us there.
“You’re Daddy’s.”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper, my voice catching.
He grunts. “Yes.”
