She flushed as she awkwardly removed the last article of clothing and crawled closer on her knees toward the edge of the bed, holding the wet material out.
As soon as Daddy had the rest of his clothes off, he grabbed her wrist and brought the soaked cotton to his nose. It was mesmerizing, watching him inhale her scent, his eyes slowly closing, his breathing heavy, his hand firmly gripping her mark.
Chapter Nine
Isaac held his Little mate’s wrist, pressing her panties to his nose. Every inhale drew more of her essence into him. Intoxicating.
His cock reached toward her, thick and pulsing. He could almost come without her touching him.
Amber inched closer on her knees, lowering her free hand until she wrapped it around his length.
Isaac released her wrist, tipped his head back, and groaned. Her touch was everything. Her small fingers lit him on fire as she gently stroked up and down his shaft.
He didn’t say a word when she bent forward and flicked her tongue over the tip of his erection. Breathing heavily, he lowered his gaze to watch her explore. She purred as if he was the best-tasting treat she’d ever had. If she reacted to his flavor the way he reacted to hers, there was a solid chance he was her new favorite food.
She tipped her head back, her huge brown eyes questioning him.
He stroked the back of her head. “Do whatever feels good, Little one. Follow your instinct.”
She smiled and turned back to her task, licking the tip several more times before drawing him into her mouth. She could only fit a few inches. He was too big for her to take more. But it didn’t matter. It felt like heaven being wrapped in the velvet of her mouth.
Isaac forced himself to remain still and not thrust his hips forward. He didn’t want to spook her, nor did he ever want her to feel pressured. Sucking his cock was never going to be mandatory. If she showed an interest, he would let her suckle him. If she never mentioned it again, he would spend his life beyond satisfied. Hell, he’d die a happy man if all he ever got to do was look at her.
That wasn’t going to happen, though. Their bond was strong. His mate swung her legs around, sat on her bottom, and straddled him. This put her face at the level of his cock, and she eagerly increased her exploration.
With both hands fondling his dick and balls, her lips trailed up and down his entire shaft. At first, she was kissing him reverently as if worshiping his cock, but then she grew more aggressive, moaning and licking like he was her favorite lollipop.
The next time she sucked him into her mouth, she drew him deeper, much farther than he would have thought possible. She hummed around his shaft, the vibrations causing his balls to draw up.
Isaac lightly cupped her neck. “I’m going to come, Baby girl. You don’t have to swallow me.”
She whimpered and sucked harder, letting another inch of him slip deeper. She wrapped her left hand around his shaft, sliding it up and down with her mouth. And then she flattened her right wrist to his thigh.
Isaac howled as his cock gave up the fight, filling her mouth with pulse after pulse of his essence. As she drained him, shecontinued to suck, swallowing every drop of his come while moaning around his girth.
Amber eventually eased her mouth off his shaft, kissing his still-hard cock all over.
Isaac watched her, unable to take his gaze away while he caught his breath. Eventually he grabbed both her braids at the back of her head in one hand and tugged.
She smiled up at him, her cheeks flushed. “Did I do it right?”
He growled as he grabbed her under her arms and hauled her to the middle of the bed, climbing over her. He kissed all over her face and then her neck, angling her head to the side to give himself better access.
He had no idea where this primal need to mark her came from, but yet again he bit her before licking the spot and then sucking it. He wanted to leave a deeper bruise this time so every time she looked in the mirror she would be reminded that she was his.
It was possessive and dominant. He didn’t care. He liked the way she whimpered every time he did it, the way she angled her head to give him better access, the way she submitted so deeply, allowing him to suck and bite on her neck. He never broke the skin. He wouldn’t draw blood. But the driving urge to claim her in that way wouldn’t stop.
Isaac lifted one knee and planted it between her legs, bringing his thigh up to rub against her pussy. As he released her neck, he threaded their fingers together and held her hands above her head, aligning their marks.
She cried out, bucking and thrusting unabashedly against his leg. Her scent permeated the entire room, keeping his cock hard even though he’d just had a powerful orgasm. He could come ten more times if that was what she needed. He’d do anything to satisfy his girl.
Isaac rose up higher on his knees, giving her more surface to work with. “That’s a good girl. Ride Daddy’s thigh. Rock your sweet pussy against me until you come.”
She writhed, her head rolling back and forth as she moaned, crazed and needy for release. He loved that he’d just come. It allowed him to enjoy watching her come apart.
Amber planted her feet and lifted her hips, grinding her soaking pussy against him with more strength than he would have thought possible. Her body bucked as deep, unintelligible sounds came out of her mouth.
Suddenly, she tensed, her hips high in the air, her head tipped back, mouth open, chest heaving. She hovered for a few glorious seconds before filling the house with a primal groan as she succumbed to her release.
