“Lie back, baby girl. Daddy’s hungry.” The depth of his voice makes me shiver, and I do what he asks.Just like that.I lie back, resting my weight on my elbows because I want to watch him.
I need it.
His large hands push my thick thighs apart, and the noise that vibrates through his chest has me feeling hot and cold all at the same time.
“Jesus Christ, sweetness, look at this pretty, pink pussy.” The pads of his thumbs brush against my slit in a barely-there touch that leaves a trail of heat and a soul-searing ache.
“Daddy!” I gasp and I feel him open me up. His gaze on my most intimate part, spreading me wide and making me vulnerable to him. We haven’t known one another long, but I know I can trust him with anything.
Including my heart.
He leans in and immediately proves just that when he kisses my sex. His lips drag against me before his tongue moves into play and he groans when he tastes me. I lose sight of him because my eyes close as I feel him love me with his mouth. It’s slow at first. Like he’s savoring me.
Savoring quickly turns into devouring.
The attention Jacob’s giving me is almost like he’s been starving and I’m the only thing that can sate that hunger.
I’m shocked by how quickly I get close to crashing down again.
“Jacob, oh god, Daddy!” my voice strains as it builds higher, and he knows it.
One hand takes over spreading me open almost obscenely as his other hand moves and two fingers slide inside, to the hilt. I cry out, and he growls again. The primal sounds vibrate against my clit he currently is sucking and pulling. In and out, letting his tongue lick around it before repeating the move again.
“Daddy! Oh god!” My cries start to turn into a chant I can’t stop. Not when he’s building an orgasm that will ruin me. Who am I kidding? He could stop and leave me unfulfilled, and I would already be ruined.
But Jacob’s not a monster.
He’s a freaking genius with how he plays my body. The grace and force, the skills the man has with knowing how I need to be touched are insane. Nothing like the experiences I’ve had in the past. They were lackluster compared to what he’s doing. He takes me out of my head until all thoughts vanish, leaving me to just feel.
And I do.
I feel everything as he pours his undivided attention into me while his mouth and hands love me. Before I know it, I’m coming, crashing down, feeling wetness gush from between my legs as fireworks go off behind my eyes. My body drops to the tabletop. Despite the snow outside, I’m sweating. My skin is slick and warm to the touch. In the back of my mind, I can hear him moving.
His movements are erratic, almost jerky.
I can hear him pull his pants down and feel his hands pull my hips toward him. That’s when my eyes open and I watch him.
Jacob Alba, this big, beautiful man, looks down at me like he can hardly hold himself back. The way he’s staring at my body, taking in the sight of me on the table, dress hiked up my waist, torn tights, like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever stared at. “Sit up.” He swallows hard.
“What?”
“Sit up, baby,” he repeats. His voice sounds like gravel. I do as he asks, and he wraps his arms around me, resting his fingers against the top of the zipper of my dress that rests right behind my neck.
“We can stop,” he offers, but that’s the last thing I want.
“Please don’t, Jacob. I need you,” I whisper. I’m not lying. He may have made me see stars twice in the most beautiful way, but my body needs it.
No, my heart and soul do, too.
“Daddy, please,” I whine. His eyes shut. His nose flares. His jaw is slick with my essence, and he’s never looked hotter. Something takes over me, and I lean forward, licking myself off his chin.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “Eden.”
“Please,” I whisper, pulling back, staring up at him. “I need you, Jacob.”
“I should do better than this.”
“Better?” I ask, slightly confused. All I can think about, all I want, is him. Inside me, claiming me with nothing between us.
