The way she cries out, trembling in my arms, tells me that I was right earlier. Sarah's desire is shaped a whole lot like mine, where that word isn't sexual but something far deeper than that. It's me, worshipping the ground she walks on. It's her,surrendering every part of herself to me. It's us, stripped of every defense, every mask, every rule.
I want it so fucking badly I can taste it… in a way I've never wanted anything before her. There was not a single time when I wanted this before her, when I looked at anyone else and thought, Damn, that's my baby girl. It's only her. It's always been her.
I've hidden from it. I tried to deny it. It's what a good little sailor is supposed to do, right? Obey orders and pretend he isn't dying for his sister's best friend to let him be the man who gives her everything, to be her daddy? Except…you can't bury your soul, no matter how hard you try. You can't hide from who you are, no matter how much you think you should. You can't hide from the truth, not even if you try to put an ocean between you and the thing that scares you.
I'm done trying.
I'm just fucking done.
"Yes," she moans, her voice the sweetest little aria, singing her will to the heavens. Maybe God doesn't hear her, but her daddy does.
I pull her closer, my mouth coming down on hers. Her lips part for me, letting me in. My hand slips between us, my fingers seeking her clit. I want to feel her as I slip inside, want her wrecked every which way she can be.
I know she's never been with anyone.
She doesn't have to tell me for me to know it. Just like she doesn't have to tell me about the army of toys she keeps in her room. I know the same way I know most things about her—because I've been studying her for years, watching her so intently, she's the only thing I ever see. So intently, I blinded myself to the fact that she was always watching me back the exact same way.
I'm not blind anymore. My eyes are wide open.
Sarah is mine now.
God help anyone who tries to tell me any different.
"Ride me, baby girl. Slow," I breathe, my fingers rolling over her clit. "Go slow."
She trembles, hesitating, and then, slowly, so fucking slowly that I want to die, sinks down.
Her heat is unreal. It's perfect.
She wraps around me like a vise, burning hot, fluttering and clenching. Goddamn, I'm not going to survive this. I'm just going to explode into pieces right here, fucked to madness by the way she takes me.
"That's it," I croon, my thumb running circles around her clit. My fingers drift lower, pressing around my cock, so I can feel her stretching open for me. "Keep going just like that, baby." I bury my face in her throat, kissing, nipping, fucking praying at her altar. "You feel so goddamn good, Sarah."
If there's any pain, I don't let her feel it. I keep her on the edge, steady pressure on her clit until she's trembling and shaking. By the time her ass lands on my thighs, and I'm buried to the hilt, she's already on the edge, so ready to come apart for me.
"Look at you," I groan in her ear. "Trembling and sweet on Daddy's cock. You're so fucking pretty, baby."
"Jasper," she gasps, her hands sliding down my shoulders and then back up. Her fingers anchor in my hair, tugging my head back, and I've never been happier that I decided to let it grow a little. "Please."
"Please, what? What do you need? Tell me, and it's yours."
"M-move," she whispers, her dilated eyes rolling.
I anchor my hands around her waist, lifting her half an inch before letting her drop. "Like this, baby girl? Is this what you want?"
"Yes! More!" she sobs.
I could survive on that sound. No air, no food, or water, just the sound of her voice breaking while she begs for my cock.
I tip her backward, laying her out beneath me, and drive into her. The way she comes undone will be burned into my memory for the rest of my life. When I die, it'll be my last memory, playing like a movie in my head.
Her body quakes and trembles through the orgasm, my name rolling from her lips in a chant. I fuck her through it, slow at first, just to draw out every little tremble, and then faster, deeper.
My hips slam into hers, inching her up the bed. She locks her legs around my waist, her hips arching into every thrust.
"I could do this all night, baby girl," I groan, nipping her throat and then her collarbone. My mouth drifts lower, my teeth closing over one hard nipple. "You feel like heaven every time you clench on my cock."
"Jasper, please. Oh, please!"
