Outside, the storm rages. And yeah, maybe it’s a cliché. But inside? A storm is raging too.
My sex has never felt like this before. All that Daddy stuff makes my head spin. I didn’t know something like that would excite me. But when he called melittle girlin that husky voice … with his silver hair gleaming, intense eyes fixed on me … muscular body throbbing …
It made me buzz all over. Really. I guess,don’t diss it till you’ve tried it, right? Till you’ve been there.
Now I’m alone. My wetness dripping all over the table. The tension in me is like a furnace.
My hand strokes over my lips. Heel of my palm presses against my clit. Stars burst across my vision as an orgasm threatens. My mind flashes with his face when I told him I was a virgin.
Hungry. Obsessed.Possessive. And, well, shocked too.
He wants to own my virginity. Own me.
That should scare me. But with hot licks of fiery desire spreading through me, it does the opposite.
Keep your pussy wet. That’s an order.
I gasp at the memory.
What could be so important? My hand stills. Mood sours.
What could be sofuckingimportant?
I try to stop rubbing myself. Hand won’t stop moving.
Clit burns and sizzles. My entrance feels super sensitive. Like the barest touch could set me off.
I clench my jaw. Literally grab the wrist of one hand with the other and pry it away from myself.
No, this isn’t fair. I stand. Smooth my hair. March toward the door.
And straight into a wall of muscle.
Alex stares down at me. Eyes smoldering. Lips still wet from when he went down between my legs.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he groans.
I fold my arms. Step back.
But my knees feel weak just looking at him.
“I wanted to see what was more important than me.”
“Nothingandnobodyis more important than you, my beautiful, angelic, perfect virgin.”
Tingles shimmer through me.Tingles. I’ve never felt anything like it. “You left me.”
“Daddy didn’t want to leave you?—”
I push my hand against his chest. “Maybe this is getting out of hand.”
He shakes his head. Reaches between my legs. Pushes his hot palm against my slickness and shifts it up and down. An explosion of certainty between my thighs. Wildfire blooming.
“Does it feel like too much?” his eyes fixed on me. “Or does it feel like Daddy’s little girl has been waiting for this, for me, forus? What does it feel like. Be honest. Does it feel like Daddy’s horny little girl saved her virginity for me? Does it feel like fate sent you here? Sent this storm to trap us together. Becauseyou fucking belong to me.”
He moves so quick for a man his size. Scoops me into his arms. Cradles me to his chest. His other hand moves constantly between my legs.
“You deserve a bed,” he whispers huskily. “For your first time.”
