I bite her other nipple, yanking my sweats down. "If you want to apologize, you can do it with your mouth around my cock," I groan, already straddling her body. "Wrap those perfect lips around me, baby girl. Show me how good you can be for me."
I brush the head of my cock against her lips, growling when her tongue flicks out, tasting the head. She's going to ruin mewith that mouth, the same way she's already ruined me with that smile, her voice, and every single other thing about her.
I don't make a move to stop her. Instead, I cradle her head, helping position her as she takes tentative licks, growing bolder by the second.
By the time her lips envelop the head of my cock, sucking me deeper into heaven, my hands are in her hair, and I'm praying to any god willing to listen for the strength to stay still and let her do this at her pace. If we do it at mine, she's going to be stretched wide and choking on nine inches.
"That's it," I rasp, my eyes locked on her face as she sucks me deeper, her lips stretching around me. Her eyes water as she tries to take more, every unpracticed move driving me wild. "Goddamn. There's heaven, and then there's you with my dick down your throat, baby."
I pulse my hips, stroking her cheek. "Good girl. You suck me so fucking well."
She whines around me, the sound sending vibrations all the way to my balls. I jerk back, my cock falling from her lips. If I don't, I'm going to be coming down her throat in two seconds flat.
Her wild eyes meet mine, but I don't give her time to say anything before I fall on her, flipping her onto her stomach. My hands cradle her hips as I yank them up, positioning her right where I want her.
"Jasper!" Her head flies back, her voice nothing but shock and desire when I smack her ass before burying my face between her cheeks from behind.
I eat her the way she deserves to be eaten. There's nothing polite about it. I fucking devour her, gorging myself on her pussy and her cries and the way her little hole clenches and flutters every time I circle it with my tongue. I don't give her what she's begging for, though. Not yet.
I make her wait, make her ride the edge until she's so desperate, all she can think about is coming apart for me. Work doesn't exist for her in this moment. Nothing outside this bed and her own pleasure does. She's just sweat and cries and mine. So fucking mine.
I slam into her, one hand on her shoulder, the other around her hip to keep her still. I don't mess with her hair since it's in a neat little bun. But I wreck the rest of her, sinking my teeth into her shoulder as she splinters around me, convulsing so hard she damn near bucks me off.
"That's it, baby girl," I groan, fucking her through the orgasm. "Keep coming for me just like that so you remember what happens when you run from me."
"Please," she sobs. "Please."
"Nu-uh." I wrap my hand around her jaw, tilting her head until her eyes are locked with mine. "You don't run from me, baby girl. You don't hide from me. I want every single inch of you. Every inch."
"Daddy," she whimpers, her eyes wild. The raw vulnerability in her voice—the hope that I mean it and the fear that I don't—kicks me right in the fucking heart.
I love this girl. Christ, I love her so much I can't breathe through it. I'm tired of keeping that to myself, of carrying it like it's a secret. It isn't. At least, it shouldn't be.
"I love you, Sarah. I always have."
She sobs my name again, shattering into pieces. I groan, planting myself deep, and let the way she milks me tip me over the edge with her.
"Hey," I murmur, grabbing her hand before she can slip out the door half an hour later. She's been quiet…quieter than normal.
It worries me.
I can practically hear her thinking, trying to work through everything in her head. I know I need to let her do that, give her time to process just how wild I am for her, but it's not what I want to do.
What I want is to be her daddy, put her on my lap, and force her to tell me every thought, every fear that's holding her back. I want to force her to say it back. But…this is one of those things that not even Daddy can carry for her.
She doesn't know what it is to be loved, let alone how to process that she might already be. She hasn't had that since she was a kid, losing her family in the most traumatic way possible.
If I try to force her into hearing me or accepting it, all I'm going to do is force her right out the door. And if I try to make her talk this one out before it's even straight in her head, I'll cause an explosion.
You don't back someone into a corner and expect it to go your way, not when fight or flight is all they know. I have to give her time and be patient. And I have to hope like hell that, when she's worked through everything in her mind, she's still right here.
She peeks up at me through her lashes, her cheeks pink. "Yeah?"
"You staying with me tonight?"
"I…" Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. "You want me to stay again?"
My heart breaks at the question, at the way she asks it like her whole world hinges on my answer, and she isn't sure if she wants to run from that or fall into it.
