I slide my touch through her hair, down her waist, pulling her against me so tightly that her feet leave the floor, and she gasps into my mouth as I devour her.
All I can think ismore, more, MORE.
“I’ve been holding back,” I say against her lips. “Every one of our sessions I’ve given you what I thought you could handle and held the rest back.”
My teeth close gently around her lower lip as my hunger for her rises to a new level. “You have no idea how hard it’s been. Harder than any surgery I’ve ever performed.”
Her eyes flicker as she looks up at me. So sweet. So delicate. But there’s something else there too. Something sharp, as if she’s daring me to act. “Then stop holding back.”
Her words shock me into movement. I lift her up, and her legs wrap around my body, causing her dress to ride up her thighs as I carry her through the house and into my bedroom.
I kiss her neck, her jaw, that sensitive spot beneath her ear that sends her body trembling. My cock is so hard and swollen beneath my pants that it’s genuinely painful.
When I set her down on the edge of my bed, she sits there looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes, her hair spilling down around her shoulders. Her lips are swollen from my famished kisses.
It takes all my willpower, but I stand there for a moment, unmoving. Just so she’ll remember this moment.This image. It will be embedded in her mind forever.
How do I know? Because the image of her has already engraved itself upon my soul.
I kneel in front of her, just like the first session in my office. Just like I’ll do for the rest of my life—even when I’m eighty years old and my knees are shot. No amount of pain or discomfort will keep me from her.
The first button of her dress opens beneath my fingers, and I press my lips against the inch of smooth skin it reveals. The top of her cleavage. The sexual curves of her breasts meeting the sweet lines of her long neck.
I breathe in, losing myself in her sweet scent. I press my head against her chest as I continue with the buttons. Her heartbeat is fast and hard, pumping blood across every inch of her excited body, flushing her skin as her desire grows.
More buttons give way. I stop counting and move down with my lips, kissing her breasts, her belly, all the way down to the only thing left on her body: a tiny pair of white lace panties.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Jessie.”
I love the blush on her face. It somehow makes her even more gorgeous than she already is.
I’m drooling like an animal as I stare down at her breasts. How could they get more perfect? Her nipples are perky and pink, and as I take one into my mouth, her back arches off themattress with a sound that lights up every nerve ending in my body.
My hand moves on its own between her legs, over the lace of her panties.
She’s soaked. The fabric is drenched with her arousal, and even her pussy lips feel swollen slightly, as if puffed up with excitement and readiness for what’s to come. I press two fingers against her clit, and she bucks against my hand, whispering my name like a prayer.
“August…”
“You’re ready,” I growl back. “That pussy is dripping for me.”
She nods, her lips glistening. “I’ve been ready. Ever since I first saw you and you said ‘I’m not asking.’I’m ready, Daddy.”
Daddy.
The word chimes like a bell, freezing me in place. A released energy flows through me, and my heart starts pounding like a parade drum.
Never in my life did Iwanta girl to say that to me—to call me that. But now that Jessie has, that it’s coming from her, it’s like I’ve crossed a line into a new place that she’s brought me to. And God help me, but I know I can never go back.
I strip my shirt off over my head, snatch my belt off with a single tug, and drop my pants. Her eyes scan down my physique, halting on my cock as it springs from my briefs, hard and strong like a branch of oak.
“Will it really fit?” she asks, her fairylike voice drifting through my ears like bells. The muscles in my shaft contract, causing my cock to jerk up, tossing a dash of pre-cum onto her smooth belly.
“Your pussy was made for it,” I assure her, leaning in and pressing my throbbing crown against her virgin entrance. She may have had my fingers, but those were nothing compared to what I have in store for her now.
“The books said…I could feel some pain.” Her innocence is beyond adorable. I lower myself down and gently let my lips trace hers.
“You tell me if it hurts,” I say softly. “And I’ll stop—at least, I’lltryto stop.”
