Biting away the possessive claim I want to make, I tap the tip of her nose.
When she strokes me again, I arrest her wrist. “That’s enough for now.”
Her feathery brows rise towards her hairline. “Why not?” Her fingers draw circles on my muscled abdomen.
I’m suddenly incredibly grateful for all the daredevil adventures Zayn and his best friend Adam drag me on, and the punishing workouts it demands. “I won’t last long if you keep stroking me. What I want more than anything else is to feel that tight, wet pussy choking me.”
“Can I give your cock one lick, Daddy?” she whines. “Just to get a taste?”
I groan and push her onto her back, pinning her beneath me. Just a week ago, I was lonely, restless, staring down the coming years with resentment. How is this my fucking life now? “No, you haven’t earned it yet, pet.”
Then I line my dick up against her folds, tap the head against her clit, nudge it over and over until she’s writhing under me, her bold request forgotten. Her fingers dig into my biceps, nails scratching.
I stroke my thumb over her clit until she relaxes, then push the head in. Her flesh swallows me whole, tightening my balls.
Just when she stiffens, I dip out. Over and over, I play with her, giving her an inch more every time. And it’s hard to keep it slow, to pull out, to not stroke into her tight cunt until I’m all the way in.
I’ll have a lifetime with her,I remind myself, holding onto the last thread of control. I chant it like a mantra as I keep nudging into her with those shallow thrusts, sweat plopping from my forehead onto her silky-smooth flesh.
“Daddy, that hurts,” she says when I give her a few more inches, but she’s not freezing up on me.
I keep my pace slow, easing deeper with each stroke, murmuring against her mouth. I drag my chest over her nipples. “Look at me, baby girl. Keep your eyes on Daddy.”
Wide eyes meet mine, a wealth of emotion and lust in them. “Getting better, Daddy. Don’t…” her nails dig into the nape of my neck, “leave me again. Please.”
“Just a little more, baby girl and it will get a lot better,” I say, crooning into her sweaty temple. “Not leaving this wet, needy cunt, Jasmine. Never again.”
Then, in one smooth stroke, I pump my hips until I’m all the way inside her. Lodged so deep that the fat head hits her cervix.
Her eyes roll back and her mouth falls open, slack and keening.
For a few seconds, I don’t move—just feel her around me, her legs hooked over my hips, her breath against my cheek. Her snug sheath a vise squeezing me.
It’s perfection, it’s heaven. It’s where I belong forever—deep inside her.
“It feels like you’re here,” Jasmine says, bringing my hand to her chest. Her heart’s thudding away.
“Yeah baby, and I mean to stay there. Build myself a fucking nest.” I draw back and give her the first real thrust.
“Unnggg…” she moans. “Feels so full, Daddy.”
I draw back again, slow, letting her feel every inch of me as I slide out and push back in. Her nails dig into my shoulders, sharp enough to make my jaw clench.
“Still think it won’t fit?” I murmur against her ear. Nip the lobe, lick a line over the shell.
She shakes her head. “It’s… so much but not enough. Still not enough.”
“Good.” My hands lock on her hips, holding her still while I give her another measured thrust, deep enough that her lips part on a gasp. “That means you can take more.”
Her legs tighten around me, pulling me deeper. Her walls clench my cock like they can’t let go. “You’re so perfect, baby, taking Daddy’s cock so well. Such a good slut. Taking me all the way in the first time.”
I set a steady rhythm, every movement deliberate, making sure she feels stretched and full, giving her time to adjust before I push her higher. She’s quaking beneath me, from the pleasure I’m winding tighter with every stroke.
I lower my mouth to hers, swallow every sound she makes. “That’s it, pet. Keep squeezing me like that. Wring every drop of cum from me. It’s all yours.” A possessive thread enters my tone but I can’t hide it away. “Just as this tight, wet cunt is mine. Only mine, baby girl. Only Daddy’s.”
“Only yours, Mr. Grayson.” When she moans into my mouth, I feel it all the way down my spine.
I sneak my hand to her clit and tweak it, even as I keep pumping my hips. And she comes, her walls clenching me so hard that I groan. Her climax unravels my control.
