Chapter Thirteen
Sam
Okay, well, that was a very good reward, indeed.
“Roll over, baby, so Daddy can taste you.”
Excitement pumped through her veins as she rolled onto her back, her bottom instinctively clenching around the foreign object in her ass. It didn’t hurt anymore, just as promised, and it was small enough she almost didn’t notice it until she squeezed. But when shedidclench, the little ripples of pleasure that came with the movement had her ready to beg for Daddy’s cock.
Who the hellwasshe?
Whoever this new version of her was, she liked her. She liked her a whole damn lot.
“My beautiful babygirl,” Dylan murmured, kneeling between her thighs, his hands on either side of her, caging her in just like before. “I’m going to take my time with you, to taste every fucking inch of this gorgeous body before I finally fuck you. But you have to keep being a very good girl for me if you want to be allowed to come. Understood?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
His smile flashed, so quick and boyish it had her heart stuttering to a stop. “Good girl. Arms up over your head.”
Eager to get her reward, she lifted her arms as requested—no, demanded, because there was no hint ofrequestin that order—and her pussy throbbed at the flash of approval in his eyes.
“So obedient when there’s an orgasm on the line,” he teased with a low, wicked chuckle. “I’ll have to keep that in mind the next time you’re being stubborn.”
“I’m not stubborn.” At the quirk of his brow, she rolled her eyes. “Okay, maybe I’m occasionally a tiny bit stubborn about some things.”
“Uh-huh. Well, the next time you decide to be atiny bitstubborn, I’ll remember how obedient you can be when your pleasure is at stake. Keep your arms right there until I tell you otherwise.”
Part of her wanted to argue the point about her supposed stubbornness, but the part of her that really,reallywanted to come won out so she kept her lips firmly shut.
Those surprisingly strong hands settled on her hips, nudging her dress up, inch by torturous inch. “I’ve waited a long time to see you like this, Samantha. All soft and flushed with pleasure. Waiting for Daddy to fill you up with his cock. So many different ways I’ve imagined taking you for the very first time.”
She didn’t think she’d ever get used to that. To knowing a man sixteen years her junior not only wanted her, but had fantasized about her, had imagined her naked and hadn’t run screaming in the opposite direction.
Hopefully the reality lived up to the fantasy, though she highly doubted it. Had he imagined the dimples in her thighs? The stretch marks on her stomach? The way her breasts sagged from breastfeeding and age?
How could the reality of her possibly live up to the dozens or more young, nubile coeds he’d probably slept with at college?
She was just about to reach for her dress, to drag it down and cover up again when he let out a low, guttural sound. “Fuckingbeautiful.”
It took a moment for her brain to catch up with reality. For her to realize he’d bared her stomach and her breasts while she was stuck in her head, imagining all the ways she couldn’t possibly measure up.
But even though she hadn’t been with a man in over two years, she knew hunger when she saw it. Knew the burning flame of desire when it blazed in someone’s eyes.
And looking up into Dylan’s eyes, he wasn’t just hungry for her.
He wasstarving.
Emboldened by what she found there, she arched up, pushing her satin-covered breasts toward him. “Daddy, please,” she whined, letting her own need color her voice.
“Sorry, baby. I just needed a minute. You’re even better than I fucking imagined and I still haven’t gotten you naked yet.”
With her dress still wrapped around her chest, he ducked his head, dragging his lips over the round swell of her stomach, over those stretch marks she was feeling so self-conscious about just a few moments ago, up to her heavy, aching breasts.
“Naked. I need you naked, so I can see what’s mine.”
Desperation colored his voice, driving her own need even higher as she shifted to help him get the dress off her. The bra went last, leaving her completely bare to his hungry, raking gaze.
“My beautiful woman.Mine.”
