It’s drivingmeinsane, watching her come apart from just my hands on her sweet body, feeling her respond to me like I’m playing an instrument I was born to master.
"This little pussy," I murmur, finally sliding my fingers over her folds.
“Ohhh…” she gasps, trying to stay still.
I grunt. “Is already so wet."
"I've been thinking about having your hands on me all week," she admits, her voice cracking.
"I know, baby." I’m careful to circle her clit slowly, her hips jerking and desperate to chase me. "Those letters you sent...they drove me fucking crazy."
"I ho-hoped they would, Daddy,” she manages to get out.
I growl and reward her with a slightly firmer stroke, and she moans, her head falling back.
God, this is my heaven. A beautiful woman in my lap, trusting me with her body, calling me Daddy like it's the most natural thing in the world.
"Please," she whimpers, grinding against my hand. "Daddy, I want?—"
"Tell me what you want."
"I want to come." She's writhing, aching for the friction. "I’m ready."
I let my fingers slide through her folds, rubbing her throbbing clit. “You want to come on my fingers, baby. Are theytouching your sweet pussy just how you like? Finding all those tender little nerves?”
“Yes,yessss…”
"Then I’ll allow you to come," I growl, my fingers moving faster over her clit, coated in her slick arousal. "Let Daddy take care of you."
She makes another decadent sound and then shatters.
Her orgasm hits her like a wave, her whole body tensing and then releasing, a sob tearing from her throat. She jerks and convulses against my fingers, hips thrusting, and I work her pulsing clit through every aftershock, as she soaks my fingers and my jeans.
"That’s my good girl. You’re so beautiful when you climax."
She collapses back against my chest, trembling. I wrap an arm around her and hold her to prevent her from falling off my lap, pressing kisses to her back and her shoulder.
My cock is raging like mad.
But she’s given me something precious tonight.
Her trust. Her vulnerability. Her submission.
And we’re just getting started.
CHAPTER 6
SLOANE
I'm floating.
That's the only way to describe the boneless, liquid feeling spreading through my limbs as I melt against Ike's chest. His heart pounds against my back, strong and steady like the arm he has wrapped around me.
This is what I've been searching for. This is what my letters hoped to find.
He brushes my hair to the side as he trails kisses over my heated skin.
I shift slightly in his lap, feeling his rock hard erection beneath me, pressing insistently against my bare ass through his jeans.
