“Now, who’s the charmer?” I chuckled, trying to focus on not pushing right in and saying fuck to having this conversation. But I couldn’t. Not when the smile she gave me should have hit me the way it did.
It felt like a gift.
Genuine and heartfelt.
“I don’t want anything between us.” Her voice was soft yet confident as her legs wrapped around my waist.
“You sure? I can pull out.”Please don’t ask me to pull out. Please let me cum inside of you,a voice inside my head begged.
“I don’t want you to.” The heels of her feet dug into the small of my waist and pushed me in a little closer.
“Ember,” I groaned against her lips. I couldn’t stop this. Not when she was all but pleading for it. The head of my cock dipped inside of her. It was maybe an inch, an inch and a half, but it feltlike heaven. I could have died right then and there. The feeling was exquisite. Tight velvet warmth wrapped around me, and it threatened to push me to the edge.
“Please, daddy,” she pleaded so fucking beautifully I felt my balls tighten. She needed to stop talking, or else this whole thing would end before we really got started. Shit, I’d never been a one-pump chump, yet here I was, not even a quarter the way inside her, about to lose my nut.
“I don’t think I could ever say no to you,” I mumbled, pushing my hips forward, forcing my eyes to stay on hers.
They widened into big pools of the most beautiful waters I wanted to float in. She tightened around me, and my toes curled.
“You feel so good,” she moaned.
“Shit, baby.” I pulled back and thrust forward, unable to say a goddamn word. Not when she felt so damn good.
Again. And again.
Each time, I sunk in a little deeper but not the whole way in. I was teasing the both of us for some godforsaken reason. Everything inside of me was yelling at my body to thrust forward, lodge my cock in balls deep, and jackhammer into her body like a fucking animal in heat until we were both a sweaty, panting mess.
But I couldn’t.
I staved off the animalistic need, biting the inside of my cheek and taking a deep breath, reminding myself I needed to make this good for her.
She was mine.
Not just for the night or the duration of the storm but forever. I knew it in the marrow of my bones.
Ember Thomas, my princess, was made for me. I could feel it. She owned all of me, heart and soul. All in less than twelve hours after meeting.
“Oh…” she cried out when I bottomed out, her head hitting the pillow. “You’re so big, thick, you?—“
“Shit! Did I hurt you?” I stayed still. I’d bottomed out inside of her too quickly. She shook her head against the pillow. The blonde, almost white strands danced against the hunter-green bedding. The contrast reminded me of gold in a forest.
“No, you… you’re stretching me. It feels good.” She lifted her hips, making me slide in deeper, and my lips touched hers in a soul-searing kiss.
The heels of her feet pressed harder against the small of my back. The sensation of her tightness gripping me, enveloping me, was too much. But it was her next little cries that drew me completely over the edge. “Daddy, I need you.”
This time, I didn’t stop.
My hips worked back and forth as sweat started to slick our skin. I made damn sure every time I bottomed out inside of her, I pressed my pubic bone against her clit for extra pressure.
“Daddy! Daddy! Shit!” she cried out. My mouth moved from hers, and I buried my face in the crook of her neck.
“You like that, little girl, don’t you?” I panted. “You like daddy taking you deep. Hard. Claiming you.”
“Yes!”
“You want my cum inside you, don’t you?”
“Daddy. Oh!” she squeaked, her breathing heavy. Our lips hovered over one another’s. Her pussy started to pulse around me, milking me deeper.
