The room seems to tighten around us with the tension.
Without a word, I push the sheet off my body and rise from the bed—completely bare, the evidence of our earlier lovemaking still warm between my thighs. Elijah’s eyes darken, his jaw clenching as a low growl rumbles in his chest.
I walk to him slowly, deliberately, hips swaying with each step. His gaze devours me, and when I stop in front of him, he doesn’t move—only drags his hand up the length of my thigh, then over my hip, tracing the curves he already knows so well.
His fingers brush between my legs, and he inhales sharply.
“So wet for me,” he murmurs. “So mine.”
“All yours,” I whisper, voice trembling with want. “Take what you want from me, Daddy. Please… claim me. Mark me as yours.”
That’s all it takes. Something snaps in him—something hungry.
He grips my hips with strong hands and lifts me like I weigh nothing, setting me straddling his legs. His hands cup my ass, guiding me exactly where he wants me. I gasp as I feel his fingers slip between my folds again, slick and swollen for him, aching.
“You’ll always be ready for me, won’t you?” he says, voice ragged. “This sweet body was made for me.”
“For you,” I breathe, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Only you.”
And then he’s kissing me—deep, demanding, reverent.
“What does my good girl need? Is my princess wet because she wants me to fuck her, hard?”
All I can do is nod, barely able to breathe. His lips crash onto mine in a fierce, consuming kiss that breaks me down and rebuilds me all at once—just like his spanking and soft words of praise do.
“Take me out and ride Daddy's dick. Show me how much you love it when you're full of my cock.”
His words ignite the fire burning deep inside me. I shift slightly on his lap, and he rises just enough to help me pull down his pajama pants—soft fabric sliding from his powerful body. As soon as the pants pool around his ankles, he kicks them off with ease, spreading his legs wider. His knees press gently against mine, opening me up further, a perfect invitation.
I wrap my hand around him, feeling the heat and hardness beneath my touch, moving slowly up and down his length. A low growl rumbles from deep in his throat, sending shivers through me, urging me to keep going. But then his hand presses over mine, stopping me.
“As much as I love your hand,” he murmurs, voice rough with desire, “right now, I want you, baby. So be a good little slut for Daddy and put me inside your tight cunt.”
My breath catches. I nod, heart pounding, needing him, craving the way he makes me feel utterly his.
He shifts, positioning himself at my entrance. The slow, deliberate pressure as he pushes inside is almost unbearable—a delicious ache that makes me tremble. I gasp, melting into him, his hands steady on my hips, grounding me.
“Look at me,” he whispers, his voice a tether to reality as waves of pleasure wash over me.
I meet his eyes—dark, intense, full of love and possession.
Every inch of me belongs to him in this moment.
He moves with a rhythm that’s both fierce and tender, driving me higher and higher until I’m lost in the storm of sensation, wrapped up in the safety of his arms and the heat of his touch.
"More, please Daddy, I need more." My pleas are heard and fulfilled when I feel his thrusts get harder, much deeper, and I feel my pussy squeeze him tight, wanting to take him deeper, as if that were possible.
"Does my dirty little princess want it harder?"
"Yes Daddy, yes, fuck yes, harder. I need to feel you deep inside me."
"FUCK baby, you're making me lose control and I don't want to hurt you."
His words are almost incomprehensible when they join with the moans and grunts coming from both of us.
"I trust you Elijah, I know you would never hurt me."
That's all it seems to take, because he catches me in a wild kiss, one of his hands going to my clit while the other grabs my ass hard, so hard that there will be bruises tomorrow and that makes me ride him even harder.
