“Now be a good girl and come for me,” I grunt, pistoning my hips in strong, deliberate thrusts that shake the bed. “Come all over Daddy’s hard cock.”
“Oh my God—”
Her voice shuts off as I press my thumb against her soaked clit, applying just the amount of pressure she’ll need.
She shatters. Her body locks around me, legs, arms, and her perfect pussy. As she comes, she lets out a moan that’s nearly a sob. Like she can’t quite process all the pleasure flowing through her.
It rolls through her like a wave as she braces herself against the bed, gasping up at me in disbelief. I tried to ready her for this with our previous sessions, but nothing could prepare her for the real thing. For the full claiming.
Her quivering cunt is too much for me. I stop fighting and let go. My surgeon’s steadiness and clinical cool collapse beneath me, and I go rigid as I empty my balls into her hot, pulsing folds. My hips jerk forward, and I bury my inches as deep as they will go.
The pleasure is so acute it borders on pain. It’s like my brain is being rewired as we come together, twisting on the wind of a mutual orgasm that tears at us like a tornado.
I’ll never be the same after this. And neither will she.
We collapse together.
Holding her in my arms, I sink to the side and cradle her soft body, feeling the aftershocks as they zap through her like electrical discharges. I let my lips trace her forehead, tasting her sweat as she lazily runs her fingernail over my abs.
She’s breathing hard, but I’m panting even harder.
“August?” she says after a long time.
“Yes, baby?”
A tiny giggle escapes her lips, and I feel her breasts bounce against my chest, so perky and smooth. “I think I understand anatomy now.”
I laugh into her neck, kissing her hungrily, causing her giggle to swell.
I will do anything for this girl. Destroy anyone who threatens her. I’d take the whole damn world apart with my bare hands just to keep her safe. These are thoughts I would never have, and it’s then that I realize the truth.
Jessie has made a whole new man out of me.
“I love you,” I say without hesitation. It’s like the words have been sitting in my chest for my entire life, just waiting for the right woman to bring them out.
I feel her tense against me, but she looks up, wide-eyed and nearly crying. “You mean it?”
“Of course I do,” I reply, smoothing her hair back. “And you’re mine now, Jessie. You’re not going anywhere.”
She nods vigorously. “I’m not going anywhere,” she repeats. “I love you too, Daddy. I love you.”
9
JESSIE
I’m writingin my notebook, and I cannot stop smiling.
And this is a bit of a problem, considering I’m sitting in the common room and Becca is staring at me from the couch like a wildlife photographer who has just spotted a rare species that hasn’t been seen in years.
I should probably put the pen down and go talk to her, but I just can’t stop. I’m sitting cross-legged on the floor with my back to the wall, and the words are just pouring out of me.
They’re not academic any longer, either. They’re just sort of flowing out of my stream of consciousness.
He carried me to his bed and undid the buttons on my dress…
I felt like I was coming apart as the tension built inside me…
I was sure it wouldn’t fit, but I trusted him. And it did…
