“Good girl,” he says, tapping his fingers against my swollen flesh. I moan, hips bucking. “I can feel you throbbing on my fingers.”
“Please,” I whimper on a shaky breath. “Please, Daddy.”
“Is my girl desperate to come?” he croons, petting my clit in long, firm strokes.
“Yes!” I’m close, so close, but he backs off, returning to those feather-light touches, keeping me on edge.
“Then let’s play a little game. If you’re a good girl, and you repeat after me, no mistakes, I’ll let you come.”
I nod eagerly, desperate to please him, to get to come.
“I don’t think you understand the depths of my obsession with you, Cammie. You have utterly consumed me, and in turn, I want to utterly consume you. I want to own you. Possess you. You make me insane.” He rolls my clit between his thumb and index fingers, keeping me right on the edge.
I babble out a stream of incoherent nonsense, trying to convey that I’m just as obsessed with him. That I want to bathe in his scent and live in his bed and do nothing but serve him with my body. That my heart is his, has already belonged to him for far too long.
He dips his head, his breath feathering over my ear as he speaks in that deliciously low voice.
“My pussy belongs to Daddy,” he says, tormenting my clit in rhythmic pinches.
“My pussy belongs to Daddy,” I repeat in a voice that doesn’t quite sound like my own.
“Good girl,” he rumbles, and the pinches turn into up and down strokes. “I’m Daddy’s good girl.”
“I’m Daddy’s good girl.” The words flow off my tongue easily, like water in a stream.
“I’m safe with Daddy,” he says, working my clit in firmer circles now.
“I’m safe with Daddy.” I can feel myself sinking into this heady, liminal space where I’m no longer sure where I end and he begins.
“My holes are Daddy’s to fill,” he says, and my pussy spasms painfully against his hand, empty and aching as it clenches around nothing.
“My holes are Daddy’s to fill.” I’m sweating, dissolving, disappearing. I’m just words and sensation.
“I’m perfect exactly as I am,” he whispers, and my orgasm hovers closer.
“I’m perfect exactly as I am.”
“I’m going to beg Daddy to breed me.” My hips buck up at that, and he circles his fingers over my clit faster with the perfect amount of pressure.
“I’m going to beg Daddy to breed me!” I shout the words as I start to come, my pussy contracting and pulsing almost violentlyagainst his hand. I’m impossibly slick, moisture coating my inner thighs, trickling out of me as I come and come and come. He pets me through my orgasm, whispering sweet, filthy words in my ear, and when I collapse back against him, I feel sated and boneless. I’m floating somewhere several inches above my body.
I don’t know how long I float in that blissed out space before I slowly drift back down to earth. When I do, I become instantly aware of Jacob. He’s holding me gently, and somehow I’ve shifted into his lap. I can feel his rock hard cock pressing into my hip, can feel the tension in his body.
“You’re so beautiful when you come, Cammie,” he says, his voice a rough rasp.
I turn and nuzzle my face into his neck, my hand skimming over the bulge in his expensive pants.
“I want to make you feel good, too. I want to take care of you.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, but I can hear the dark excitement in his voice. He wants this, too. I nod, already shifting in my seat, my fingers working at his belt. He groans softly as I undo his belt, lower his zipper and slip my hand into his pants, stroking him over his underwear.
“Yes,” I breathe. My heart vaults into my throat as he spreads his arms over the back of the seats.
“Then get on your knees, sweetheart, and take my cock out.”
Fourteen
Camryn
