It takes effort to tamp down on the urge to bolt out of here. But in the end, I rein in the sensation. There’s nothing but heat and desire in his expression. I never could have imagined being turned on like this. That he could trace my stretch marks and leave me panting and wanting more. He scoots down the bed and dips in low, a look of determination on his face. I’m certain he’s going to devour my pussy; instead, he plants a kiss on my navel. One, two, three kisses, until he’s nipping and sucking at my skin and I’m whining in response.
He peers up at me, and I snap a mental picture of him resting his chin on my belly, memorizing the crinkles at the sides of his eyes when he smiles.
“For fuck’s sake,” I cry when he lingers like that.
He laughs into my curves. “You’re a greedy girl, aren’t you? Do you want something from Daddy?”
I nod feverishly, my heart thumping against my sternum in response to his decadent tone.
“You’re gonna have to ask for it.”
“Give me your cock,” I breathe out.
“Nicely,” he corrects me.
That bastard.
But I can play his game.
“May I have your cock,please, Daddy?”
“Lift your hips.”
I obey, and he shoves a pillow beneath me. Looks like we’ll be doing a lot of laundry after this.
“Do you have a condom in that Mary Poppins sex bag of yours?”
I shake my head. I haven’t been with a man in I can’t remember how long.
“Dammit,” he hisses, hanging his head like a sad puppy.
“It’s fine. I’m on birth control, remember?”
His body goes rigid above mine, and he raises his gaze. “Don’t be a fucking tease.”
Despite his mature language, he isn’t doing a very good job of hiding his boyish anticipation. His eyes flash with excitement, like he’s just been told he gets to open his presents first on Christmas morning.
“I’m not teasing you. You said you haven’t been with anyone since…her, and neither have I. Just make sure you pull out.”
Exhaling loudly, he nods.
I snag the bottle of lube from the mattress and hold it out to him.
With atsk, he slides his hand over my pussy. “Darling, we won’t be needing that.” He’s right. I’m still soaked. He pushes my legs wide, my glistening cunt at his mercy.
Notching his cock at my opening, he guides his crown in an inch, but pauses there, his brow furrowed.
“What’s wrong?” My chest constricts. Is he reconsidering fucking me bare? Reconsidering fucking me at all?
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
Zeroing in on the place where our bodies meet, he hooks his arms under my thighs and slams inside.
Shit, maybe he’ll hurt me after all.
The sudden intrusion stings, but the sensation is quicklyreplaced by an acute awareness deep inside my body.The piercings.
