“Crystal,” I whisper. He nods, shrugs the flannel off his shoulders, and tosses it onto the tabletop behind me. My hands get the better of me and I reach for the hem of his shirt. I pull it up, unable to hide the purr as I reveal his tanned, ripped skin. His abdomen looks like something out of an ancient Greek statue. Molded and sculpted just so.
“Wow,” I whisper, suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed. “You’re perfect.” My fingers skate up and down as I watch the muscles contract against my touch.
“The fuck I am.” He shakes his head.
“No, you really, really are. And I, well…”I am not.The words are left unsaid. His fingers find the bottom of my chin, pulling my gaze off his body until our eyes lock.
“Shh. Stop thinking so much,” he whispers, pressing his lips to mine, kissing me softly. The tender way his lips skate against mine has me leaning in closer.
“Jacob.”
“I have scars,” he murmurs. “Ugly ones. My body is not pretty, baby,” he warns, but I’m already shaking my head when he shakes up my day all over again.
9
JACOB
“It’s not pretty, not like yours,” I whisper, dragging my tongue over her bottom lip. “Yours is perfect. Look at your skin,” I growl, pulling the cardigan sleeves down her arms. I love the way her creamy skin flushes under my gaze. “So soft and smooth. Jesus.” My hands leave her body and clench into tight fists I rest on the table at the side of her thick thighs.
I can’t help it. I feel like a feral animal ready to pounce and attack.
This moment feels like a million Christmas mornings and all my birthdays wrapped in one.
“What?” Her blue gaze is hazy and filled with the desire I feel.
“I can’t wait to unwrap you, baby girl.
“I’m bigger.” I growl at the words she blurts, but her hands grab my wrists. “I know you have eyes, and you know that but—" She opens and shuts her mouth. “I have stretch marks. I’m not all smooth and creamy.”
“The fuck you’re not,” I grunt, rubbing my nose against hers, leaning forward, pushing her to lie back. I reach for the shirts I just took off and use them as pillows beneath her head.
“Look at you. I don’t even know where to start.” My hands rub her thighs. “I can’t think straight. You wear this dress for me today, baby girl?”
“Yes,” she admits, and I lick my lips. I love the idea of her dressing with me in mind.
“You like these tights?” I don’t recognize my voice.
“What?” She’s looking at me so damn beautifully my dick leaks precum against my boxer briefs. I’m throbbing, and the fucker is begging to be taken out.Not before I take care of her first.I need to watch my sweetness come at least twice before I put my dick inside her.
“You emotionally connected to them, or will it be okay if I rip them off your body?” I ask like a fucking asshole. Her eyes flare to life, and she licks her lips. Obviously loving how fucking gone I am for her I can’t be bothered to pull the material down her legs.
“Oh! The second one. Totally,” she answers adorably. Without lifting the skirt of her dress over her thighs, my hands slip below the material. I stroke and caress her warm skin until I reach the apex of her thighs. Her breathing turns heavier, short little gasps as her back arches forward and her hips start to undulate. The little brat wants more of my hands on her. She’s going to get everything, but the way daddy wants to give her.
“You like my hands on you, angel?” I ask like a filthy bastard.
“Yes.” She nods. Her hair sways back and forth. My hands skim against her pussy, and she moans. “Yes, just like that, Daddy.” The fucking word goes straight to my head, feeding the feral thing inside of me she brought to life.
“Fuck!” I hiss. “You’re so wet I can feel your honey dripping. Even through these tights and those little panties. But you want me in there, don’t you?” Her eyes flash. “You need your daddy, don’t you?” Her mouth opens and closes.
My pretty girl is at a loss for words, but that’s okay. One of my hands rests at the top of her thigh open palmed while the other pulls the material. The sound of the tights ripping feels like it vibrates between us.
My hands don’t stop either.
There is no grace or tenderness as my fingers pull the gusset of what feels like satin panties to the side. I tease her naughty little slit. “Fuck,” I hiss. My jaw clenches tightly. This little cunt is nice and slippery.
“Oh god,” she groans. Her head falls back, and a cascade of honey-blonde hair covers the table.
“Look at you.” I start to tease her greedy little hole. “So needy. So wet. Tell me you need it.”
