The primal command slid down her spine like velvet and steel. Liquid heat unfurled low in her belly. For once, someone else was steering. For once, she didn’t have to decide anything.
With an instinct she’d only read about in books, she squeezed her thighs against his hips again, this time in a vain attempt at finding some relief. The ache throbbed low in her core. She dug her nails into her thighs, desperate to touch him, to prove to herself he was real.
After unbuttoning each button, he eased the shirt past her shoulders. “Hands up high, babygirl,” he growled.
She complied instantly. The anticipation of what he would do next was almost more than she could stand. Almost. Once he removed her shirt, she lowered her hands, wanting to touch himagain. But then she squealed as he flipped her onto her back and the world tilted.
“We won’t be needing these anytime soon.” With a sharp tug, he had her panties off and sailing across the room.
Bliss gasped as cool air brushed her skin. Heat flooded her face at the way he looked at her. She’d never been so exposed in her life.
Still, to have his eyes on her… there? Heat throbbed in her core at the way he studied. Not like she was prey… like she was treasure.
He stood, never taking his eyes off her. “I’ll bet no one has ever tasted this pussy, have they, little girl?”
Nope, she’d only thought she was embarrassed before. Yet beneath the embarrassment was something brighter. Something fierce because he wasn’t mocking her, her was practically worshipping her with his eyes.
She shook her head and croaked out a soft, “No, Daddy.”
The smile her words brought to his lips was wicked as the heat flamed higher in his eyes. “Feel free to come as often as you can, babygirl. Daddy’s going to feast.”
Oh god! The man could say the most depraved things! And yet, somehow, he made them sound like promises. He sank to his knees beside the bed.
The first brush of his mouth against her sent sensation racing through her so sharp and bright she cried out. Her hands tangled in his hair. “No. Stop!” She did her best to pull him away and escape from everything she was feeling. “It’s too much! Please. Please!”
He pulled away from her long enough to answer her request. The wicked grin on his face sent tremors straight through her. “Oh, babygirl,” he said in a voice as smooth as whiskey, “I’m just getting started.”
When the pleasure built and built until she shattered, it felt like something inside her cracked open that had been locked tight for years. She cried out, not just from sensation, but from release.
When she finally stilled, breathless and trembling, he watched her like she was a miracle.
“I need you nice and ready before I take you, sweet girl. You taste like spice and sugar, and I want more.”
“I can’t,” she all but wailed. “It’s too much. I’ll never survive it.”
With a wicked grin, he said, “Let’s find out.”
He wanted to talk? Now? With words? What were words? She wasn’t sure, but she thought she got out a “gah” before he found the spot he was searching for. He put pressure on the spot as he slid his finger in and out. Within seconds, she was drowning in ecstasy again.
He slid in another finger and kept up the rhythm, scissoring his fingers inside her. She grabbed the covers of the bed and begged. For what, she wasn’t sure, but she begged.
With a quick movement, he pressed his thumb on her clit and she exploded again. Lights flashed behind her eyes, and stars filled her vision. God! She lay in a panting, exhausted heap on the bed.
Slowly he stood, a satisfied smile on his face. He made quick work of removing his clothes. He reached for his wallet. “I have a condom.”
“Don’t need one,” she warbled. What the heck had happened to her voice?
He scowled down at her. “Unprotected sex is not something I’m interested in.”
She rushed to explain. “I have an implant. They give them to all the women on the compound unless they are trying to get pregnant. I got mine just before I came to Darling.”
“I haven’t been with anyone else in half a year. We get tested regularly at Sabre. I’m clean. Are you sure you’re okay with me going ungloved?”
Oh, she was sure. She’d read that it felt much better for the guy usually, and there was no need on her end. “I trust you.”
He glanced down at the carpet and sighed. “I feel like I should lecture you about that decision, but I want to feel the inside of that tight pussy with nothing between us. And since we are going to be together for as long as it’s good, I’m going to save that talk for later.”
Stepping to the bed, he scooped her up and set her in the middle of the bed. Man, he was seriously strong. She tried to stay fit, but she was neither tall nor what anyone would describe as a lightweight.
