As she winds down from her climax and mutters my name, I keep one palm on her belly and kick my sweatpants down. Nearly fifteen years of celibacy is catching up with me, the vise-like clutch of her pussy calling me.
I crawl up the bed and pull her to me. She vines herself around me, her face damp against my neck. The tight tips of her nipples dragging against my chest is pure torment.
I wrap my arms around her, whispering sweet nothings, kissing her sweaty temple, stroking a palm over her back. “You okay, baby?” I say, tenderness rising inside me at how she clings to me.
How long has she waited to hold me like this? To give herself to me?
“Yes,” she whispers, face still tucked up against my neck. “God, yes. You do that very well, Daddy.”
“Do what, baby?” I say, more than enamored of her sudden shyness. "Spell it out for me so that I can wake you up at dawn and do it again.”
“Eat me out,” she says, lips curving against my neck.
“How can I not when it tastes so good and fills me up so well?” I say, patting my stomach.
She giggles, her fingers joining mine on my abdomen. Her sigh against my neck is both relief and something more.
My heart aches, words I don’t want to say yet dancing on my lips.
Then with that characteristic resolve that I love about her so much, she pushes her hair out of her face and looks up. Amber eyes hold mine as her elegant fingers drift down my abs. “Now it’s your turn, Daddy.”
Chapter 12
Nathan
When her eager digits clamp around my cock, I jerk my hips into her small fist, and her eyes grow wide.
She looks down and her mouth slackens. A flash of fear dances across her face.
“Jasmine, baby, look at me,” I say, pure command in my voice.
She does. But the shock lingers. “You are…huge, Daddy.” Her gaze flicks down to her fingers just meeting around my girth.
I love that, even with nerves gripping her, she doesn’t forget our dynamic. Doesn’t lose trust in me.
“No waythatis going to fit inside me.” A breathy laugh escapes her and I hear the small thread of excitement in it. She’s scared but God, she still wants it. Wants me to wreck her. “I’m tiny down there.”
I clasp her jaw and tilt it until she looks into my eyes. Until I’m her world. “I know how tiny you are, baby. Had my tongue and my fingers inside you, remember? But don’t worry. We will stretch you so good that it will fit.”
I cup her tits and squeeze them together until her sensitized nipples are like two beacons calling for me. Mouth watering again, I bend and lick them. First this one, then that.
I bury my face in her cleavage. Blow air over the wet peaks, rub my bristle around the soft flesh, until she’s holding my head to her tits, begging me to suck.
Already, I can feel her relaxing around me, one smooth leg drawing up and sliding against my hair-roughened one. Her open pussy lips rub up against my abdomen, leaving her wetness all over me.
Now it’s me who feels marked, owned, claimed.
My weeping cock throbs, begging to be inside her. I give her the prize she wants, suckling on her tits again, while I trace my fingers over her slit, dipping in and out.
Two, then three, giving her shallow thrusts first, then deeper.
She moans and arcs into my touch, and I can feel her stretching around my thick digits. “See, baby? You’re doing much better already.” I give her clit a few taps and she thrusts her hips into my touch. Her hunger is as insatiable as mine and once we get going, fuck, there’s no stopping us.
Morning, noon and night, I’m going to eat her, finger her, fuck her. Until she’s used to me. Until all she wants is me.
“This pussy was made to swallow my cock. We can take as slow and easy as you want.” I stare down into her lust-hazed eyes. “As long as you want it.”
She gives me a tight stroke, her swallow moving down her throat. Her long pink-tipped fingers look elegant against the broad purple head, already spilling pre-cum. “I want your cock, Daddy. Even if it hurts. I want anything and everything you give me.” She tries her best to hide it but I hear the thread of distress in it.
