My pussy flutters and clenches at his words. I’m on fire. I’m aching. I’m a slick mess. “I do belong to you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. You. I saved it all for you.”
He groans, his hips bucking up to meet mine. He grips my hips, working me against him. I can see a wet spot on his sweatpants, and I’m not sure if that’s my doing, or his. “Mine.” That single syllable tears through me, and I feel like I’m living in a dream. “Wanted you for so fucking long, sweetheart.”
“I’m a pervert for the way I’ve wanted you, Daddy,” I say, my voice high, breathless.
“Then I’m a pervert, too, Cammie. You’re too young for me. I used to be married to your mother. This is wrong on so many levels, but I want it. Fuck, all of the reasons it’s wrong only make me want you more.”
“I know,” I whine, rubbing my needy pussy all over him. “Be my Daddy, Jacob. It’s the only thing in the world I want.”
“The only thing I want too, sweetheart.” He drops his head and kisses a path up my neck, intensifying just how badly I’m aching for him. “And I need to you know that this isn’t temporary. You’re mine, and I’m keeping you.”
I swallow hard, my pulse hammering. None of this feels quite real. “And what does that mean? For us?” I know what I want it to mean, but I want to hear him say it. I need the reassurance, because I’m feeling so completely untethered right now.
His hands slide up my sides, caressing me. I think it’s meant to be soothing, but it only twists everything inside me tighter. “It means I take care of you, in every single way.” His fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head back, our gazes meeting as lightning flashes outside. “It means I spoil you, fuck you, worship you, however I goddamn please.” His mouth crashes into mine again, his tongue claiming my mouth like I know he’s going to claim every part of me. “And it means,” he growls between kisses, “that you don’t ever have to worry about being alone again. Because you’ve got me. All of me.”
I moan into his mouth, my body trembling, my heart pounding. “I want that,” I whisper. “I want you. So much.”
He groans, and I feel his cock twitch against me. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go.” His hands slide under my thighs, lifting me effortlessly as he stands from the couch. I’m not a small girl, but the way he carries me so effortlessly makes me feel weightless. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me, his mouth never leaving mine.
The walk to his bedroom is a blur of hot kisses. I’m dizzy and breathless, and by the time he steps into his bedroom, I’m aching and desperate for more.
He sets me down on the floor in front of his bed, his hands sliding down my back to cup my ass and pull me against him. His mouth his hot and demanding as we kiss and kiss, my hard nipples rubbing against his chest.
I bite my lip, my heart pounding, hesitation suddenly pushing to the surface of my brain. “I…I don’t know what to do,” I say, feeling like a silly, inexperienced girl.
He smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you. Teach you everything. Make you feel so fucking good.” He slips his hand between my thighs, gently rubbing across my wet panties. “You want Daddy to make you feel good?”
“Please,” I say on a shaky exhale.
“Such a good girl,” he praises, and then he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties, dragging them down my legs. “Now get on the bed and spread those pretty thighs for me. Show me the cunt I’ve been salivating over.”
Nine
Camryn
I’m a jumble of nerves, anticipation, lust and sheer joy as I settle myself on the bed, scooting back across the sleep-rumpled sheets. My breaths saw in and out of my chest, fast and shallow as I slowly, slowly part my legs.
“Need to see you,” Jacob says roughly, and suddenly a bedside lamp clicks on, casting the room in a soft, warm glow.
He climbs onto the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight as he settles himself on his stomach between my spread thighs. His hands are warm, his touch gentle enough to be reassuring, but firm enough to make sure I know he’s in charge here as he skims them up my shins, over my knees and to my inner thighs. My skin is covered in goosebumps.
I’ve never felt so exposed in my entire life. His face is only inches from my aching, wet pussy.
I might scream if he doesn’t touch me soon.
He traces lazy circles on my inner thighs, gradually sweeping closer and closer to where I want him most. His fingers drag higher, his thumbs brushing the soft, sensitive skin at thejuncture of my thighs. I bite my lip, whimpering, hips shifting on the bed.
I want to close my legs. I want him to touch me. I want to stay spread like this forever.
“Look at you,” he says, and even though I’m inexperienced, I can hear the hunger in his voice. “Your bare cunt is so pretty.” His thumbs slide up my outer lips. “Puffy and smooth. Just gorgeous.” He presses and then pulls my lips apart, spreading me open for him. The cool air hits my hot flesh, and I moan at how wrong it feels. Wrong, but so, so good. “God, sweetheart, you’re dripping.” He leans in and inhales deeply, and heat cascades over my skin, from the roots of my hair all the way down to my stomach. “You smell so goddamn good, Cammie.”
“Daddy,” I moan, hips writhing on the bed. I don’t know what I need, exactly, just more.
“That’s right, Daddy’s here to take care of this delicious little cunt.” He inhales again. “So wrong the way I want you. I’m looking at my stepdaughter’s tight little virgin pussy, and I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life. So wet and pink. Christ.”
I love that he’s leaning into the whole Daddy kink, because even though it probably says all kinds of messed up things about me, I love it, too.
“I saved it just for you, Daddy,” I say, and the groan he lets out is unholy. Delicious. Perfect.
