And then he was on her, his lips clamping around her nipple, sucking just hard enough to send pleasure arcing through her veins, straight to her clit. “Daddy!” The cry ripped from herthroat as she arched up to meet him, need coiling low in her belly as he laved at her nipple with his tongue.
“Fuck, I love hearing you call me that.” His voice was rough, gravelly with his own need as he moved to her other breast. “I have, from the first moment you said it, but hearing you scream for me while I have you naked and writhing beneath me… it’s perfection.”
Warmth spread through her body at his words. Nobody had ever called her perfect before. For so much of her life, she’d been content with ‘good enough’. And now, here was this gorgeous man, worshiping her body and praising her for doing nothing but what came naturally.
Wanting to give him more, to live up to his ridiculously lofty opinion of her, she gave herself over. To need, to want, tohim. She put every worry she had about her body, their age difference, the inevitable end of their relationship come fall, out of her mind and simply surrendered.
“Daddy, please. Please, fuck me. I need you.”
A soft growl met her ears a moment before he shifted over her, pale eyes burning in the dimming light. “Say it again.”
“Fuck me, Daddy.”
“No.” Desperation tinged his words, flickered in his eyes. “Tell me you need me.”
There was something there, lurking beneath the words. Something they’d have to unpack later. But right now, he wanted her to tell him she needed him, and considering she felt as though she might spontaneously combust if he didn’t fuck her soon, it was nothing to give him those words.
“I need you. Please, Daddy.”
A smile curved his lips. “Soon, baby. I promised you a reward, first.”
“I don’t want it. I want you. Ineedyou inside me.”
A possessive need lit his eyes as he reached for the buttons on his dress shirt, popping them open one by one to bare the firm, chiseled chest beneath. “Beg me. Beg for Daddy’s cock. Tell me how much you need me.”
Again she heard thatsomethingbeneath his words, but she was too far gone to examine it too closely. Hands pressed against the headboard of the bed, she arched up as he stripped his shirt off, tossing it to the side. “I need you, Daddy. I need your cock inside me before I die. And if that happens, I will haunt your ass forever and never let you forget that I died because you wouldn’tjust fuck me already.”
While she begged, he stripped, and just as she was finishing her increasingly desperate appeal, he settled between her splayed thighs again. Only now, there was no fabric separating them, and she nearly wept with relief as the thick head of his cock pushed inside her.
“Ohfuck.” Groaning the words, he slid deep into her pussy, filling her up, stretching her with a bite of pain. She hadn’t gotten a good look at him before now, but judging by that burning stretch, he was a hell of a lot larger than she was used to.
Holding there, he dropped his forehead to hers, his breaths ragged as he dragged air into his lungs. “Need a minute. God.” His laugh was as shaky as his breathing. “You feel better than I ever imagined, Samantha. Fucking perfect.”
Her heart tripped in her chest. “You keep saying that and I’m going to start believing you.”
When he lifted his head again, his eyes were once more blazing with that fierceness she remembered from before as he moved, his hips flexing slightly, almost experimentally. “Good. Because you should believe me.” Another roll of his hips, more sure this time. “Believe me when I tell you how beautiful you are. How smart and strong and brave you are. Believe me when I tellyou how much I adore your sassy Little side and respect your Big side.”
His words were a silken web, and he the spider, weaving his trap around her as he spoke. And while his body stoked the fires of need in her belly, it was his words that held her captive, caught in that shimmering web of beautiful lies.
No. Not lies. The truth, or at least his truth. Because there was no faking the raw emotion she saw in his eyes as the words fell from his lips. He meant every one of them, and even if she didn’t believe him just yet, he believed enough for both of them.
“I need you to touch yourself for me, baby.” Another of those shaky, almost disbelieving laughs. “I’m not going to last much longer and I want to feel you milking my cock when you come. Show Daddy how you make yourself feel good, babygirl.”
Pulling one hand away from the headboard, she snaked her arm between them to where they were joined, pressing her fingers against her swollen clit. Her pussy immediately clenched in response, drawing a low moan from the man above her.
“Fuck. Good girl,” he choked out, his voice thick with desire. “Just like that, baby. Let Daddy feel you come.”
Pleasure washed over her with every roll of her fingertips over her clit, every thrust of his cock deep inside her. Driving her closer and closer to that cliff’s edge as her body trembled and clenched around him.
“That’s it, baby.” Again she heard that keen edge of need in his tone as his movements grew increasingly frenzied, his thrusts harder, less cautious. “Show Daddy what a good fucking girl you are and come for me, Samantha.”
His words, her touch, his cock, all of it combined to send her flying, the need inside her shattering into a million sharp, shimmering pieces. Pleasure raced through her veins, ripped a scream from her very soul as her muscles contracted around him.
With a cry of his own, Dylan buried himself inside her one final time, dropping onto his elbows, careful not to let his weight rest on her as he gasped for breath.
“My good girl,” he ground out between shuddering breaths. “My perfect fucking girl. Come here, baby.”
Rolling onto his back, he pulled her into his arms and she let herself snuggle into him, let herself be held and cuddled and praised while her system settled from the earth-shattering pleasure they’d just shared. But as they snuggled, old doubts crept in, and her mind went into overdrive analyzing every second of their time together.
