“Daddy—”
“Now,” he growls, and my body explodes.
Pleasure crashes through me in waves that steal my breath, my vision, my voice. I clutch his shoulders, his hair, the sheets, anything to anchor myself as he keeps licking me through every tremor, every shiver, every aftershock.
When I finally collapse onto the bed, panting and trembling, he kisses my swollen pussy lips and rubs faint circles over my throbbing clit. Then he moves up my body until he’s hovering over me, braced on his forearms as he lets me taste myself from his glistening mouth.
When he pulls back, his breathing is uneven and his pupils are blown wide. “I need to be inside you, Princess. Mark you from the inside out.”
A tremor zips through my entire body. “I want that too.”
The corners of his mouth curl into a smile. “Show me.” He rises from the bed, then stands beside it. Silent. Waiting. Watching for my next move. Nerves churn in my stomach, but the way he looks at me makes me feel emboldened, sexy, and desired.
He takes a step back when I sit up, and I instinctively follow him until I drop to my knees on the floor. I can feel my heart racing in my chest, but my mouth waters at the thought of tasting him for the first time. I’ve already seen how big his cock is, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to take all of him. But something about Oliver tells me this isn’t about how well I can suck his dick. It’s more about surrendering to him, to what’s growing between us. Allowing myself to be loved and treated the way I’ve wanted for so long.
I glance up at him as he watches me intently. “So fucking gorgeous on your knees for me, Princess.”
His praise makes me smile and I gingerly flick open his jeans and lower his zipper. He must feel the slight tremor in my fingers because he places a warm palm over them while lifting my chin with his other hand.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, baby.” His tone is deep and soothing and warms my chest.
“I want to. I wanna know how good you taste.”
He nods his approval, then I reach inside his boxer briefs and wrap my fingers around his velvety-soft dick. I pull him free of his jeans and his hard, thick length bobs in front of my face. A shiny bead of precum appears on the tip, and before I can stop myself, I lean forward and swipe my tongue across it.
“Fuck,” he hisses, keeping his eyes on me.
He removes his shirt while I tug his jeans down to his mid-thighs. That’s as far as I go before my mouth demands another taste of him. Cupping his balls in one hand and wrapping my other tightly around his base, I take his rigid length into my mouth, pushing the thick head between my lips and teasing the underside of his cock as it passes over my tongue.
“Goddamn, baby, that feels good.”
I love it when he talks to me like this and it encourages me to take him farther into my mouth. Up and down, I bob on his dick, humming as I enjoy his salty-sweet flavor. My pussy aches and drips my arousal down my inner thighs as I devour this man as if I can’t get enough of him.
When he hits the back of my throat, I moan my enjoyment and open my mouth wider to accommodate him. But he swiftly pulls out, the suction breaking with an audible pop, and my gaze flicks to his with confusion.
“I’m not coming down your throat, Jenna. Not until after I fill your little pussy with my cum.” His dirty words cause said pussy to drip onto his carpet.
Suddenly, Oliver lifts me from the floor and tosses me onto the bed as if I weigh nothing, instead of almost two-hundred pounds. There’s no time to be shocked at his strength before he completely disrobes and pushes his way between my thighs.
His forehead drops to mine. “Fuck, Princess. I need you.”
He guides himself to my entrance, rubbing slow circles against my slick folds, teasing me until I’m nearly crying with desperation. I’m expecting him to ease his way in, but desire takes over and he shoves every inch inside me with one thrust until I gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders.
The stretch isperfect. Deep. Full. Absolutely mind-blowing.
“Oh god… Daddy,” I moan.
He shudders with each drive of his hips. “You feel fucking incredible, Princess.”
Every breath leaves me faster than the last until I’m panting and writhing on the bed. When he hits so deep I can feel him everywhere, the air whooshes from my lungs.
He stops halfway in, forcing his own control, kissing my jaw, my cheeks, my temple. “Breathe, Princess. Can’t have you passing out now, can I?”
He slows his pace, coaxing me to relax with each kiss he presses to my sweat-dampened skin.
My body is on fire, burning hotter every second. “Oliver?—”
“Look at me.”
