His tongue circles my clit, and suddenly it’s impossible to care about anything except the pleasure building inside me, threatening to shatter me completely.
I’ve touched myself before, of course. Found release alone in the dark when stress and loneliness became too much. But nothing could have prepared me for this.
For the wet heat of his tongue flicking relentlessly. For the way he groans against me like my taste is the most delicious thing he’s ever experienced.
My fingers dig into his shoulders, probably hard enough to leave marks. I can’t help it. Can’t control the way my body responds to him, the way my hips rock against his mouth seeking more pressure, more friction, more everything.
“That’s it,” he encourages between licks, his eyes locked on mine from below. “Fuck Daddy’s face. Show me how much you like it.”
His words should embarrass me, but they only intensify the building pressure. When he slides a finger inside me, I nearlycome undone. He curls it upward, finding a spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my thighs beginning to tremble. “Caleb?—”
“Daddy,” he corrects, adding a second finger alongside the first, stretching me further. “Say it. Say ‘Daddy’ while you come on my tongue.”
I cry out, my back arching off the wall as pleasure radiates outward from where his mouth is still working against me. My inner walls clench around his fingers, pulsing with the force of my release. The world narrows to nothing but sensation—his tongue, his fingers, the unbearable pleasure that seems to go on and on until I’m gasping for breath, my legs giving out entirely.
Caleb catches me easily, rising to his feet and gathering me against his chest. I’m boneless, liquid, unable to do anything but cling to him as aftershocks continue to ripple through me. His mouth finds mine again, and I taste myself on his tongue.
“Good girl,” he murmurs against my lips, one hand stroking my back in soothing circles. “Such a good girl for Daddy.”
I should be embarrassed by how quickly I fell apart, by the filthy words we’ve exchanged, by this strange dynamic that’s emerged between us without discussion or negotiation.
Instead, I feel... claimed. Like I’ve discovered a part of myself I never knew existed.
Caleb lifts me like I weigh nothing, depositing me on the bed with a gentleness that contrasts sharply with the hunger still evident in his eyes. I watch, my breath caught in my throat, as he reaches for the nightstand drawer and pulls a condom from the box clearly meant for guests.
Caleb stands at the foot of the bed and begins to unfasten his belt. The metallic clink as he pulls it through the loops sends another pulse of heat between my thighs. I prop myself up on my elbows, unable to look away as he unbuttons his pants and lets them fall to the floor.
His boxer briefs do little to hide the substantial erection straining against the fabric. My mouth goes dry as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband and slides them down in one fluid motion.
Holy shit.
He’s... big. Bigger than I expected, though I’m not sure what I expected exactly. Long and thick, with a head that glistens slightly at the tip. I swallow hard, suddenly nervous in a way I wasn’t before.
That’s supposed to fit... inside me?
He must read the apprehension in my expression because his mouth curls into a dark smile, confident and predatory.
“Trust me, baby girl,” he says, tearing open the condom packet. “It’ll fit.”
I watch, fascinated despite my nerves, as he rolls the latex over his length. Then he’s moving toward me, crawling onto the bed like a predator, his eyes never leaving mine.
“But I’ve never...” The words stick in my throat.
“You’ve never what, sweetheart?” he prompts, settling between my thighs.
“I’ve never done this before.” The admission comes out in a rush. “Any of it. With anyone.”
For a moment, he goes completely still above me. His eyes widen slightly, something flashing in them that looks almost like wonder.
“Baby girl, are you a virgin?”
I nod, heat flooding my cheeks.
When I look up at him again, there’s a new intensity in his gaze, something possessive and hungry that makes my heart race faster.
“My perfect girl,” he says, one hand stroking my hair back from my face.
