I nip at his ear. “But you do?” I need the confirmation. I’m already flying blind here, pushing the boundaries of my meager experience.
“So much, sweetheart.” His hands slide into my hair, and he tugs me back so he can meet my eyes. “I’ve wanted to be your Daddy for far too long now.” He kisses a path up the center of my throat. “Wanted to take care of you and spoil you. Keep you and fuck you.”
I whimper, and then we’re kissing again, tongues tasting and sliding. His hands drop from my hair to my hips, encouraging me to grind against him. Every time my clit drags over his cock, I moan and pant and writhe. I’m swollen, wet, needy, empty. I’m probably leaving nail marks on his shoulders with the way I’m clinging to him, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
He deepens the kiss, claiming my mouth and forever ruining me for anyone else. His hands are everywhere—in my hair, on my hips, sliding up and down my spine, tracing the heavy undersides of my aching breasts. He’s so hard, so thick and long, and I feel dizzy with how much I want him. With how much he obviously wants me.
We kiss and kiss, and eventually his hands slide down my sides. His fingers curl around the hem of my t-shirt as rain patters steadily against the windows.
“Can I take this off, sweetheart?” His voice is rough, his eyes bouncing between my face and the hard points of my nipples, visible through my thin shirt.
I nod, my throat too tight to form words. I let out a shaky exhale as he slowly lifts my shirt, goosebumps erupting where his knuckles graze my skin. I lift my arms and then I’m bare, cool air swirling over my hot skin as Jacob tosses my shirt aside.
I’m now sitting in his lap in nothing but a pair of wet panties.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hands cupping my bare breasts immediately. “Look at you. So fucking perfect.” He rubs his thumbs over my hard nipples, and I whimper, writhing, my back arching as I push into his touch. “I’ve dreamed about these tits, Cammie. Fantasized about them.” God, the sight of them in his big hands is going to be seared into my brain forever. I can’t stop staring at where he’s cupping me.
I swallow thickly as he keeps playing with my nipples, every sweep of his thumb sending an electric current of need straight to my clit.
“You don’t think they’re…too big?” I’ve always been self-conscious about how large my breasts are, wishing I had a smaller, more delicate frame.
“Hell no,” he grits out, giving my nipples a scolding pinch. “I’ve been obsessed with them for longer than I should admit. I’ve thought about touching them, tasting them, sliding my cock between them.”
His words send a jolt straight to my clit, and I moan, my hips rocking against him. He lifts my tits higher and presses them together, and then his mouth is on me. He flicks his tongue over one nipple, a long slow lick that makes me feel like I’m melting. He does it again, and again, licking my nipple until it’s so sensitive it almost hurts, and then he sucks it into his mouth.
“Oh, god, Jacob,” I moan, fingers weaving into his hair, holding him to me as he sucks and sucks.
“Such a good girl, letting Daddy suck on these pretty tits,” he rasps, and then he switches to the other nipple, licking and licking until my nipple is a hard, almost painful peak. Only when I’m about to beg does he suck my nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp.
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as he switches back and forth, tormenting my nipples with licks and sucks and bites. Mypanties are soaked through at this point, and a part of me still can’t believe I’m doing this with him. That this is real. That he wants me, too.
“So fucking sweet,” he rumbles against my skin, sucking lazily on my nipple. “I could suck on these gorgeous tits all night, sweetheart. I wonder if you could come from this. Have you ever tried that?”
My skin goes hot and tight, and I shake my head. “No, I’ve never…” I’m struggling to form words, to make any kind of sense. “Only you. I…nothing more than kissing.”
He pulls back slightly, slowly licking each of my nipples. “What do you mean, Cammie?”
“I mean…oh, shit,” I gasp as he grips me tighter and scrapes his teeth over me. “I’ve never tried anything beyond kissing with anyone.”
At that, he pulls all the way back, and I’m left wondering for the second time if I’ve said the thing that will bring all of this to a screeching halt.
“You’ve never done anything more than kissing?” he asks, still cupping my breasts. I bite my lip, shaking my head.
“I’m a virgin.”
The groan he lets out is almost inhuman, more animal than man.
“Why? How?” he demands, sucking a nipple back into his mouth.
“Because I only wanted you!” The admission flies out of me. “I don’t care that it’s wrong, or taboo, or dirty. I want you, Jacob. I want you to be my Daddy.” All of my forbidden fantasies are spilling out of me, and I feel like I’m burning up from the inside.
Jacob’s eyes lock onto mine, but I don’t see any of the things I’m scared of there. There’s no doubt, or gentle rejection, or disappointment. He’s looking at me like I’m something precious. Something that he’s hungry for.
“You’re a virgin,” he repeats, thumbs rubbing back and forth over my nipples in a slow, maddening rhythm. “Fuck, Cammie. You have no idea what that does to me.”
He pinches my nipples, rolling them between his fingers and making sharp pleasure shoot straight between my legs. “Tell me,” I beg, rocking my hips, senseless, needy. “Tell me what it does to you.”
He claims my mouth in a hot, deep kiss, his tongue sliding against mine as his hands knead my aching tits. “It makes me want to fucking ruin you,” he says, voice low and gritty as his teeth graze my bottom lip. “It makes me want to be the only man who’s ever had you. The only man who will ever have you.” He twists my nipples, and I bite back a scream, my back arching. “It makes me want to fuck you raw and claim you. Fill you up so full of me, over and over again, that you’ll never forget who you belong to.”
