He nipped at my ear lobe with his teeth then started to kiss down toward my breast, which he cupped in his hand possessively. “Oh, Frankie. You sure know how to make a guy feel ten feet tall.”
“More like ten feet long,” I quipped, earning a cheeky little bite-suck on my nipple that made a fresh wave of wet desire flood between my legs.
“Go on, angel. Take Daddy’s cock like the good little girl I know you are. You can do it.”
And fuck, it felt like a miracle and a sin all at once, but I did it. Slowly, painfully slowly, I sank down until Jonathan was seated fully inside me.
It was fast, then. It was late enough now that we needed rest, and though we never got enough of each other, we’d already fucked so many times that I wasn’t sure I could prolong this the way I would have wanted to under other circumstances.
Jonathan helped me, guiding me with big, thick-fingered hands on my ass until together we found a perfect up-down, slow grind, tortuous rhythm.
He was so deep this way, so far inside me it felt like this shouldn’t be allowed.
I fucking loved it.
“Fuck, Daddy,” I heard myself call out as I picked up my pace. “You-you feel so good.”
“Tell me, baby girl,” Jonathan growled as he helped me by thrusting up from below. Oh, it almost hurt, but it was so good I couldn’t stop.
“You—your cock is so big. So hard inside me,” I was saying loud enough that Alex and Devin, if they were working somewhere inside the house, surely would be able to hear.
Let them,I thought. Maybe they’d come fuck me again before the night was through.
Or at least I could dream of them stroking their own perfect cocks at the thought of me.
“And you’re so fucking tight and wet,” Jonathan gritted out. “Too good.”
“Too fucking perfect,” I almost cried, riding him like my life depended on it. At that moment, it felt like it did. I needed to come, to feel him come inside me, more than I needed anything else. Safety. Air to breathe. Delicious food cooked by a sexy mafia chef. “I—I love it,” I cried out. “I love riding your cock, Daddy. Please, let me come.”
Somehow, recklessly, I wanted him to come, too. Inside me. Making me feel completely alive even as I risked it all.
My orgasm crashed over me, threatening to drown me in its perfect ecstasy. I sobbed, twitched, and moaned through the waves. And I kept riding him anyway. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.
14
JONATHAN
I didn’t mean to do it. Fuck, I wouldn’t have thought myself capable of such a stupid mistake at my age. It had been over two decades since my body last finished before my mind was good and ready.
But Frankie Taylor was some kind of sorceress. A siren, or a succubus. Or really, just an incredible woman.
“I’m close, angel,” I growled through my teeth as Frankie continued the raising, lowering, rocking rhythm of her hips. It was frantic now. She was close again. She ground down harder, made me groan, bite down on her shoulder. “I’m serious, Frankie. Maybe we should—I’m?—”
Before my sentence could finish, she was twitching and coming hard, so fucking hard, around me.
Making that perfect strangled sound that would haunt my dreams.
And in return, I exploded, my cock spurting hot and fast inside her tight, recently-virginal pussy.
For a split second I was lost in the haze of it, the heat, the closeness, the way she held on to me like she needed me as much as I needed her. But then the haze shattered.
“Frankie—” My voice shook, so I tried again, lower. “Frankie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t thinking.”
Her eyes widened, breath catching, and the panic in my chest twisted tighter. I leaned back slightly, hands cupping her face, needing her to look at me, needing to rewind the last thirty seconds of my existence.
“I shouldn’t have finished inside you. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen?—”
“Jonathan.” She touched my wrist gently. Even with the lingering stress in her eyes, she still reached for me. “It’s okay. I’m okay. You don’t have to apologize so much.”
