"Jasper!" she cries, grasping my shoulders.
"That's right, baby girl. You hang onto Daddy just like that," I murmur. I don't know why the fuck I say it. Part of me wants to take it back, just put it back in the box before she realizes that I'm fucking gone for her and bolts on me. But…I fucking can't. The truth is out there now, vibrating in the air between us, alive and hungry.
In the quiet places where I carry her, this is what she is to me. In the deepest parts of my soul, this is my dream for her—not just love, but the kind of devotion that never fades or wavers, the kind of bliss that never ends. And in the farthest corners of my heart—the ones that no one has ever claimed but her—this is what I crave endlessly, not just to know her, but to consume her, to love her without rules or boundaries, without guideposts or interference. To be her world and make her mine in return.
I don't want to be the man a court of law gives me permission to be—her husband. I want to be the man that no one but her can give me the freedom to be…the man who lives and breathes for her and her alone. Her Daddy.
She sobs, the sweetest little sound of relief, like I just gave her permission to breathe. "Yes," she moans. "Yes, Daddy."
It's acceptance and a revelation at the same goddamn time. Sweet little Sarah knows the shape of my obsession. She shares it.
I lick her through her panties again, before she has a chance to get shy or overthink on me. Before she has time to doubt herself or what she just said.
"Oh!" Her legs fall open, her body arching.
Christ, she's so fucking sweet.
I hook my pinky into her panties, tugging them aside. My breath blows across her bare lips, across her swollen clit. The way her little hole flutters for me is going to kill me. I fucking know it will. I'm going to die right here, on my knees at the gates of heaven, worshipping the prettiest little thing I've ever seen.
I split her open with two fingers, licking from that clenching hole all the way to her clit. Her taste snaps another chain, turns another key. This is where I belong, not at war, but right here, with her gushing on my tongue, crying out for me.
Goddamn, a motherfucker could die happy right here.
I bury my face in her pussy, batting her clit with my tongue before I drift lower, circling her clenching hole until she's whining, her hips lifting from the bed in frantic little jerks.
I thrust my tongue into her, forcing it as deep as I can get it, just to taste the edge of her desperation.
"Jasper!" she wails, her nails digging into my shoulders. She tries to squirm away.
"Nu-uh," I rasp against her cunt, banding an arm around her waist. "You aren't going anywhere, baby girl. Not until you come all over my face."
I wreck her with my lips, paint my name with my tongue. She gasps and whines, rocking her hips against my face while I destroy us both, eating her like I might die if her taste isn't riding through my system like a fucking drug.
I know she's going to come before she does. I hear it in her stuttering breath. I feel it in the way she quivers. I taste it in the way she grows wetter, sweeter.
I thrust two fingers inside, curling them up. My lips seam around her clit, sucking hard.
"Daddy!" she wails, shattering like glass for me. Her juices flood my mouth in a sweet gush.
I drive my hips into the mattress, in search of a little relief, but there is none. There's just Sarah, falling apart on my tongue like a dream.
I'm on top of her before she even falls limp, her body shaking. Mine presses her down, my hands already yanking her dress off over her head.
My lips claim hers in a hard kiss, letting her taste her own pleasure and my pride. She whines, her tits crushed to my chest through the thin lace of her bra.
I shred it, just to get my mouth on her pretty little nipples.
"Christ, baby girl," I growl, raking my teeth across one hard bud. "You taste like sugar."
"It's my lotion."
"No, it's you." I bury my face in her throat, biting her there. Breathing her in. Fuck, I'm shaking. "Everything about you is sweet and soft." My hands skim down her sides, hooking her leg up over my hip.
My cock slips against her cunt, and I want to howl.
Instead, I roll her until she's straddling my lap, splayed across me like a wanton little sacrifice with her tits in my face, her ass in my hands, and her pussy kissing the head of my cock.
"You want me, baby girl?" I graze the side of her throat with my teeth, just to feel her shiver. "Want Daddy to make you feel so good?"
