Page 20 of My Girl to Use

Every stroke, every slide, and every deep lick takes me higher. I lose myself in it, in what he’s doing to me with his mouth. And when I finally tip over the edge, everything in me pulls tight and lets go at once, and I hear the sound I make somewhere far away.

“Zora,” he murmurs, his voice husky as I come back down.

And he’s right there, kissing me again, like he’s welcoming me back. I’m breathless, my body still humming from the intensity of it all, yet I want more.

“Please, Daddy,” I plead, wanting to feel him inside me, to share this moment completely.

He lifts up to align us and stops there. Doesn’t move. Just holds himself over me, close enough that I can feel him, and lets me decide.

I tilt my hips up into him.

“Please, Daddy.”

He pushes in slowly. Slower than I want, slow enough that I feel every part of it, and there’s a moment where my body just refuses—too much, too full, a bright stinging stretch that makes my breath catch hard.

He stops. Doesn’t say a word. Just holds there, buried partway, his forearms shaking where they’re braced beside my head, letting me have as long as I need.

I breathe. It eases. And then I want it, want all of it, and I don’t know how to ask, so I lift into him instead.

He takes that for what it is and sinks the rest of the way home.

He captures my hands and holds them captive above our heads. “Give me your eyes, baby girl,” he growls.

I comply instantly, his voice and the grip on my wrists doing things to my insides. He moves gently at first, letting my body adjust. I can feel every inch of him, firing my needs. We find a rhythm together, his movements growing more confident, every thrust sending ripples of pleasure coursing through me.

Wetness floods my core, and I clench around him in response.

“Oh fuck, baby girl,” he says in a guttural tone as he picks up the pace.

I’m mindless and half crazed with need as he thrusts deeper. I want to touch his sweat-slicked skin, his chest, but I can’t. The need to hold him turns into a deep want that ravages my insides until I’m writhing and keening.

I want to shout. I can’t. Instead, I bite into my lower lip as I get lost in his encompassing and desire-filled stare. I buck my hips to meet his every stroke, chasing the relief from the growing ache that keeps building. His movements speed up, and he starts to slam deeper and harder, reaching a part of me nothing has ever touched.

“D-Daddy p-please,” I beg as I tremble, swallowing the loud whimpers threatening to leave my lips.

I’m lost in it. The intimacy of our connection deepens with every thrust. The tension rises again, and I know I’m close, my body responding to him like a live wire.

I tuck my face into his shoulder. “Daddy!” I moan out, feeling the familiar wave cresting. He responds by quickening his pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

With one final thrust, I’m sent spiraling over the edge again, the orgasm crashing through me like a volcanic eruption. Nothing before this was even close. He finds his release a beat behind me, his whole body locking, his face against my neck. I feel every second of it happening to him.

As we come back down, I can’t help but smile, knowing that I’ve taken this leap with him. It’s been everything I hoped for and more. He lets go of my wrists and gently massages them.My head falls against the pillow as I try to steady myself, my heart racing too fast.

“Hey…hey,” he murmurs softly, his hand steady against my back. “You okay?”

I nod quickly, breathless. “Yeah…”

“Yeah,” he says, a quiet smile in his voice. “I know.”

I let out a shaky laugh, still trying to catch my breath, but I don’t pull away. I can’t. Because even as everything settles slightly, I still want more. And this time, I won’t fight it.

Chapter Five

Jax

I wake before she does. It’s as if my body knows that I want to stare at her sleeping face before she wakes.

Zora is curled against me, her head tucked just under my chin. One hand is resting lightly on my chest like she fell asleep mid-thought and never moved again. Her hair is a mess, soft strands falling across her face, her lips slightly parted as she breathes, slow and steady.