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I need to move myself back into a position I’m used to, one I know well and can play in my sleep. But then Titan grips my thighs and holds me wide as he dips his head to my pussy, stealing all hope of regaining control from my brain.
His tongue is thick and long and impossibly dexterous as he licks me asshole to clit, over and over again. I guess at what his strange tongue must look like because it feels inhumanly good, but I can’t process critical thought. I cry out at the sheer animal feeling of being so fully consumed in this way. I can feel all of myself against his mouth. My pussy, still humming from the earlier pleasure, is hypersensitive, and I react to this less intense pressure with bucking hips and loud cries.
“Relax, baby girl. I’m taking care of you.” Titan shifts his focus up to my clit. His tongue becomes more pointed, and I’m surprised at its ability to focus intense pressure on my most reactive points.
Relax?I want to cry out, I want to scream.How am I supposed to relax when my entire body is on fire? How the hell am I supposed to relax after years of feeling like the only thing holding me together is tension and spite?
He circles and flicks over the sensitive nub as he presses his two thick fingers back into me. Hooking them, he pushes into that swollen, sensitive spot. He finds his rhythm. It’s not too fast, just slow and deliberate so I feel every thrust of his fingers and the way he presses up and into me.
He has built my pleasure so slowly and so intentionally that it isn’t until now that I realize how far I’m already gone. Every part of my body, every part of my pussy, is awakened and pulsing with the need for release.
“I’ve got you, Julianna,” he says, and I believe him.
He incrementally increases the speed and pressure until I’m writhing under him.
“Relax. Breathe.”
“Oh god… oh…” I can’t fight him anymore. I don’t want to. I allow myself to relax as best I can, command my muscles to surrender, and I’m instantly rewarded with a new sensation. For a second, I think I might have to pee, and a fierce blush heats my cheeks with embarrassment. But then the feeling passes quickly, even as the anticipation builds further.
“Come on, baby girl. Let go,” Titan urges, his fingers demanding more and more of me as they push in and out of me.
“I don’t… I’ve never…fuck… You feel so good.” Somewhere in the back of my brain, the part that is still capable of rational thought, I know what is happening. I should be too tense, too high-strung for it, but that odd and uncomfortable need has turned into a deep and overwhelming sensation of fullness. My body feels so warm, so built up with need and lust, I want to let it go. I want everything to be this simple, to feel nothing but pleasure, to be nothing but desired, to know my needs are taken care of so fully, I can just let everything else go.
“Let go, baby girl,” Titan growls against me, vibrating against my tender skin. “Squirt for your Daddy.”
It’s too late, I can’t hold it back, and the dam bursts. I feel myself gush with wetness, my pussy flooding, coating my thighs and ass. I drench the thousand-thread-count sheets beneath me.
“Fuck!” I scream, and tears, held back for so long, stream down my cheeks as the orgasm releases not just my built-up passion, but also years’ worth of tension, built by overdue bills and angry phone calls. “Oh god…Daddy.”
His tongue doesn’t stop, even as I’m sure I must be drowning him between my thighs.
“That’s it, baby girl, that’s it. Keep going.”
And I do, coming hard and shaking against his mouth. Gripping the bed, I scream till, finally, my body drops back in exhaustion, and every muscle relaxes to a state of comfort I don’t ever remember feeling before.
Titan moves up my body and, cupping my face, he directs my gaze back to his. He searches my eyes again, this time finding whatever he is looking for. A proud smirk curves his lips and makes his gray gaze shine.
“Good girl.”
* * *
Bright white light hits my eyelids, and I feel the heat of the sun radiate through my body. It feels so good, and my muscles are so relaxed, I curl deeper into the covers. I snuggle backwards and feel a hot, solid chest at my back.
Titan.
“Fuck.” I jerk awake with a gasp.
This isn’t my bed. This isn’t my apartment. I slept here all night, a good chunk of it as a little spoon to this… this man I’d only known for less than twelve hours. I shouldn’t still be here. I got the money. I should be gone.
The night comes back to me in a foggy, sex-hazed dream. I’d been fingered and sucked and licked until the only words I could say were “more,” “please,” and “Daddy.” He’d never undressed, and he didn’t let me do more than kiss him or feel up his fully clothed form. Even now, he still wears his shirt and pants as he peacefully sleeps. He is a warrior at rest, his muscular form looking powerfully poised for action even in slumber.
I curse him for being such a deep sleeper.
I curse him for everything that happened last night. It doesn’t matter that I agreed to it or that it felt so goddamn good. This is not how it’s supposed to work.
This is what leads to mistakes. This is what leads to trusting the wrong people.
Shame burns against my skin. He’d made me cry. Not even getting kicked out of the house at eighteen had done that. He’d made me scream out his name. He’d made me relinquish the power I so easily commanded with my arrangements. I’d given myself up to Titan to the point of forgetting that money was the reason I was in his bed in the first place. He’d done that to me, and I’d called him Daddy for the privilege.
