“Such a good girl. Daddy’s proud. Look at you, letting me stretch your little pussy.” My thumb brushed her clit.
And inside my ribs, something ancient and possessive locked into place:, mine. She was mine to open. Her breath hitched the moment my fingers stroked lower, that soft involuntary arch of her back.
Fuck.
My control snapped. Crow instincts didn’t just whisper. Theychanted.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Every gasp she gave me, every shy tilt of her hips, my blood responded like she was wired into the center of me.
“Easy,” I breathed, kissing the corner of her mouth as she arched again. “Daddy’s right here. You’re doing perfect.”
Her thighs trembled, opening wider without me asking. She was so responsive. Made to obey the sound of my voice.
My chest tightened. I forced a slow breath through my teeth, grounding myself. If I let instinct take over tonight, I’d tear the world apart just to get deeper inside her.
My free hand shot down under the blanket, gripping the mattress hard.
Holy fuck, because she arched again, hips tilting toward my hand like her body was begging to be opened.
“That’s my good girl. Letting me play with your pussy.”
Her breath stuttered. “Vince…”
“Daddy,” I corrected softly.
A tiny sound escaped her throat, Jesus, that sound, I had to shove my hips harder into the mattress, biting back a groan. Her gasps were ruining me.
“Baby. Fuck. That sound makes daddy’s cock so hard.”
She gripped me instantly, fingers curling tight behind my neck like instinct. Like she already knew who she belonged to.
My hips moved once, barely, just enough pressure against the mattress. My cock was throbbing.
“Oh baby…”
The sound tore out of me.
“You’re opening for me so fucking beautifully, look at you.”
I kissed her throat, claiming her neck with my mouth as my fingers went deeper into her pussy. Every time she breathed out, melt of her hips, tremble in her thighs, my ribs answered with the same single, violent truth.
She was so damn responsive. Sohungrywithout knowing she was hungry.
She needed my cock. That’s what she wanted. Not my fingers. Her sweet little pussy, was begging to be wrapped around me.
“Good girl. Look how beautifully you take direction. Daddy barely touches you and you arch for me.”
Her hips tipped toward my hand again and something low in my stomach tightened I had to brace one hand against the mattress just to steady myself.
Slow Crow. Go fucking slow.
You don’t ruin your girl’s first time because you’re feral for her.
I eased my fingers in deeper, letting her feel pressure, stretch. She gasped my name desperate, and her hips dropped fully open for me.
Fuck.
