She shook her head, whispered against my mouth, “I want… you.”
Fuck. I lowered my lips to hers, kissing her a bit harder than normal.
“Good girl. You’re going to make Daddy lose my fucking mind.”
And she arched into my hand again, open, trembling, readying herself for me.
Mine.
This perfect, innocent, beautiful blonde, she should’ve run from me the second she saw my tattoos, was arching into my hand like she’d been waiting her entire life for me to touch her.
And every soft gasp she gave me felt like she was imprinting herself into my bloodstream.
I hadn’t believed in that shit before tonight.
Now it was the only thing that made sense.
“Baby,” I whispered, kissing down her jaw as her back lifted again, “you’re killing Daddy.”
She had no right to be this beautiful. Her fingers dug into my shoulders not shy and more about needing me.
Pure awe punched through me.
I’d had control. And then she arched for me again, hips trembling, thighs opening wider, breath breaking in little whimpers, and I lost it for a half second.
I dragged in a breath, forced myself still. “I’ve got you,” I murmured, kissing her knee as I guided her legs. “Daddy’s right here. I’m not rushing you.”
She whimpered. “Please…I want you… I want you, daddy.”
Everything in me roared. Because I fucking needed her.
I stripped my boxers off in one motion, cock heavy and aching because of her. I coated myself with lube, slow and deliberate, because if I didn’t take that second, I’d ruin us both.
“You’re okay,” I whispered as I reached for the bottle again, warming more lube between my fingers before touching her. “Daddy’s right here. I’m going to talk you through every second.”
Her thighs trembled the moment my fingers touched her again. She let out a tiny gasp, one hand sliding down to brace on my forearm.
I shifted over her and lined myself up.
“Hey baby, look at me,”
She did. Those beautiful big eyes locked with mine.
“I’m going slow If it’s too much—you say red. You don’t push through pain for me. I take care of you. Always.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Say it better,” I breathed against her mouth. “Say it for your Dom.”
Her voice broke. “Okay… Daddy.”
My forehead dropped to hers.
“Good girl.”
I pushed in, just the head. Her body reacted instantly, tight, clenching, hot, fluttering in a shock that punched a groan out of me.
“Breathe, that’s it… that’s it, baby.”
