Moving my two fingers in slow, steady circles over my clit, I looked up into his eyes. Spurts of pleasure zinged through my core as I gave him a show. Using my free hand, I played with my breast.
“That’s a good girl.”
I whimpered, sinking my fingers into my pussy, knowing nothing would ever compare to him. Never again would I be fully satisfied, complete.
He kicked his shoes off and dropped his cock, letting it bob for me as he began unbuttoning his shirt. My fingers moved in and out, the pressure building as my thighs began to shake. Col yanked his shirt off and I gasped at the sight.
He was a living work of art, one my eyes craved to stare at for the rest of my days.
“Fuck, Col. You are so—so beautiful,” I breathed, bringing my fingers up to my clit as my eyes trailed over the valley of muscles and tattooed skin. Every inch of him was covered in ink, some words, some pictures. There was a skull in the center, taking up the majority of his abdomen. Spurts of pleasure shot through me as I entered myself again.
My back arched slightly, my body eager to reach its peak.
“That’s it, baby. Give Daddy a show,” he rumbled, his hungry eyes focusing on my pussy, his thumb rubbing across his bottom lip, swollen from our kisses.
Daddy.
My orgasm slammed into me, rocking me as my back arched off the bed. “Col!Fuck—oh, God!”
He was on me then, slapping my hand away and pinning them both above my head as he thrusted into my spasming core. The king bed shook from the sheer force of his fucking.
“There is no God here, baby. Just me,” he hissed as he began his brutal fucking, his hips slamming into mine over and over.
I cried out, moving against him in search of mercy as one orgasm rolled into the next, the head of his thick cock hitting me in the right spot with every thrust. He dropped his head, his lips against my ear. “Don’t you dare stop milking Daddy’s cock. You give him all of it,” he growled, his free hand snapping to my hip as my legs wrapped around him. “Waited ten fucking years for this, Karina.”
I moaned, cried, and wept for him. “Yes! Yes, Col!”
“Feel so fucking good. Toofuckinggood,” he pushed out against my neck before biting it. My spine arched again as he pulled all the way out before slamming home, over and over. His cock ripping my pussy, stretching it to fit him and only him. He owned me. When my body was spent, and I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he chuckled.
My demon released my hands, sitting back on his ankles, his hands gripping my hips, bringing my body onto his punishing cock. He snarled at the sight before him as I clawed at the sheets, his pace not letting up.
“Col,” I whimpered, begging for mercy.
He shook his head, his blue eyes bright with desire. “Your demon wants one more, angel.”
I couldn’t possibly. I couldn’t feel my legs. The only thing I felt was him, invading me, claiming me.
“Daddy,” I wept, tears falling from my eyes.
He smiled down at me, going harder and faster than before as his thumb found my clit.Oh, God.
“Come for me, baby. Milk Daddy’s cock one more time,” he said sweetly.
Gone.
I wasgone.
Yelling words that probably didn’t even belong to any human language as my pussy clenched around him. He released a roar—the sound alone threatening to keep me in the depths of oblivion forever—tossing his head back and he moaned my name, his cock swelling inside of me. His hands on my hips still slammed me against him as he jerked, filling me—marking me.
He fell on top of me, caging me in with his arms around my head, and kissed me like I was the air he needed to breathe as he continued to slowly pump into me. My hands cupped his face, kissing him back with the same urgency, my heart pounding inside my chest. The feeling of his weight on top of me made me feel safe and secure for the first time in a long time, even if he was one of the most feared men on the planet.
Everything I had felt for him for the last nine years came crashing into me, wave after wave, hate, love, hope, fear, love again… I pulled away, gasping for breath as more tears formed in my eyes.
Then, it happened.
I broke.
My body began to tremble, and I sucked in a harsh breath. For years, I had been holding everything in, day by day, living in a shell. The only time I’d ever felt anything real outside of my family was with the man on top of me, his heart beating against mine. He made me feel real—whole.
