“I need it.”
“How much?” I taunt, needing to hear her pleas.
“So much. Please, Jacob… Daddy.” I push my finger inside of her and start to work it in and out of her body as slowly as I can manage.
I may be on edge, but I’m not a monster.
No matter how much I need her, I won’t hurt her, ever. “Yes,” she hisses. Her hips start to work against my finger. My thumb rubs the swollen bundle of nerves in circles. The wet squelches of her sex echo in the air against her beautiful sounds. The mix of it makes me feel almost dizzy. The sight of her is too fucking perfect, too fucking precious. She’s lovely. So lovely it fucking makes it hard to breathe.
I grit down on my teeth and breathe in through my nose, but it doesn’t help. The scent of her pussy fills my lungs, and my mouth starts to water.
“Oh my!” she gasps, and I can feel her start to tighten around my finger.
“Jesus, baby,” I rasp. “You’re so goddamn tight, about to come, and all I have is one finger inside you.” My cock strainspainfully. “How the hell are you going to take me? My baby girl needs to be worked up so she can take her daddy’s dick nice and easy, doesn’t she?”
“Oh, Jacob! Oh!” Her voice cracks as I add pressure.
I’m a greedy motherfucker.
I should take longer to make her come for me, but I can’t. I need to watch her shatter beneath my finger and then do it all over again with my mouth. I need her cunt nice and soft, fucking pliable to stuff my thick nine inches into her balls deep.
“Jacob.” My finger curls inside of her, making sure to press against her spongey G-spot. “Oh!” She cries out my name.
Her body thrashes, but I don’t stop. I keep moving my thumb over her clit, making sure to milk her orgasm all the way through. She’s panting, trying to catch her breath, when her back touches the table and I settle between her legs.
The real fun is about to start.
10
EDEN
I’m sweating and shivering all at the same time. My entire body feels like it’s made of liquid while I rest the back of my head against his flannel and shirt. I turn my face and gulp in a deep breath. His manly scent, spicy with a little musk, mingles with something citrusy. The scent as a whole is uniquely him. A smile forms at the thought.I like how my daddy smells.
The buzzing in my ears starts to die down. My senses slowly come back. I’ve never come so hard in my life. That’s when I feel it. His hands push the skirt of the dress I’m wearing to work up my thighs. My sex clenches. It’s almost like she can feel his eyes soaking in the sight of her.
“Fuck,” he whispers. I fight the exhaustion that is trying to take me under from the high he just gifted me and glance at him drowsily.
He’s no longer standing at the table but kneeling in front of it. At this height his face is eye level with my pussy, and I’m suddenly reenergized. I just came hard and beautifully, reaching a peak I didn’t know existed. I should be worn out. But I’m not.
Not even close.
There is an insatiable hunger low in my belly for this man. And by the way he’s looking at me, the way he’s touching my lips, grazing my slit with the pads of his fingers, I think he knows it.
“How’s my angel?” he asks, the tip of his finger grazing my entrance. In and out, making my toes curl. “You’re still nice and wet. You think you can go again?”
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. I don’t want to say I can and take so long he feels disappointed.
“You could never disappoint me,” he mumbles, kissing the inside of my thigh, making me realize I said the words out loud. I gasp at the feeling of his scruffiness against my sensitive skin. His beard is soft but coarse, and it makes the ache grow. The way his teeth scrape against my tender flesh has me clenching my hands into tight fists.
“Jacob,” I whimper. “Daddy,” I whisper. I feel his smile as he peppers kisses from one thigh to the other.
“Yes, sweetness?”
“I need more.” My voice is breathy. I can’t seem to catch my breath from the anticipation. I have no idea how he’s done this to me, made my body a slave to his touch from one fingering session.
“More? Hmm,” he sighs and breathes in deeply. I am more than aware of the fact that he is smelling me. I would have thought it would embarrass me, but it doesn’t. Not when he’s looking up at me, his hazel gaze feeling like he’s about to eat my alive. “You’re going to get so much more.”
The sound of a zipper sliding down fills the space, and I look to the side just in time to watch him pull himself out the front of his pants. His thick rod springs forward, and my mouth waters at the sight. He’s not only long but thick. I arch my back up to try and reach for him, but he shakes his head. His face is set sternly, so I know he’s not going to let me touch him. Not yet at least.
