12. Mattie
CHAPTER 12
MATTIE
“Morning.” Dylan’s deep voice vibrated against my shoulder, and I turned to face him.
My eyes were still heavy with sleep, but just the sight of him, the feel of his body flushed up against mine, made the new day so much better. This close, there was no missing the small freckles on his face or the way his gaze seemed more green than blue this morning. There was a softness in his eyes that seemed to compete with their usual intensity.
“Good morning,” I whispered softly. He leaned down, and before I could worry about morning breath, his lips were on mine, and then I was on my back, opening my legs to make space for his body.
I liked the way he felt and how he fit. Like we were two puzzle pieces coming together. I really couldn’t wait to feel how we fit in other ways. His tongue swiped across my lips, and they parted to invite him in. Dylan’s tongue dueled with mine. I bit down on his top lip. The groan made me smile, and he pulled away, resting his forehead against mine.
“Tell me to stop.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Shortcake,” he panted. My hand moved from his face down to his shoulders, then to his muscular upper back.
“I can’t believe you’re real,” I whispered.
“Mattie—”
“You’re so hard. All muscle. All over.” I gasped. “Wow.” I couldn’t help but compliment him. He was beautiful. Like a real-life work of art. “You’re like a sculpture.”
“You’re killing me, baby,” he groaned, nipping at my lips.
“You feel so good,” I whimpered, rubbing my body against his. God, he gelt good on top of me.
“Babe,” he groaned, his tone almost pained.
“Dylan, I want you,” I moaned. “Please, I want more.”
“I’m trying to show you that I want more than just your body,” he gritted through his teeth before his mouth dropped to my neck. I shifted, giving him access to more of me. “Tryin’ to prove to you I’m good enough that I deserve you.” After each word, he pressed a wet kiss to my skin.
“You’re sweet,” I said softly, and he lifted his head. “But I don’t need that.” I just needed him.
“You deserve it.”
“But—" Before I could finish my plea, he kissed me.
I’d expected him to do it hard and hungry, but he didn’t. The kiss was slow, unrushed. Passion simmered just under the surface, but I knew this was something else. Something more than anything else I had ever experienced or thought possible. His hands slid under my dress, and before I knew it, it was up and over my head. His eyes dropped and soaked in the sight of my body. I would have thought being that exposed, that vulnerable, wouldn’t have felt comfortable, but under his gaze, I felt myself melt into my bed. I wanted him to look at me. He stood and took my hand, lifting me out of bed. I shivered as the cooler morning air touched my overheated skin.
“You sure?” he asked, and I nodded. “I need the words, shortcake.”
“Yes,” I quickly answered, “Yes, I’m sure, Dylan.” My legs felt wobbly under me, but somehow, I kept standing. His hands stroked my shoulders, and I leaned in closer, so close our chests touched and I wished I had taken the bra off.
“You want to stop at any moment, that’s all you gotta tell me.” God, he made it close to impossible not to fall in love with him. He was so sweet and caring. I loved that he didn’t hesitate to tell me how he felt and how open he was.
“I know.” And I did. I knew if I wanted to pump the brakes on this at any moment, he would be okay with it. He wouldn’t hesitate, regardless of how much it cost him. Needing things to move along, I didn’t think; I reached behind me, but he stopped me. He shook his head, and my eyes widened.
“Let me,” he rasped. He reached and undid my bra. Our eyes connected and my breath shuddered. “You sure this is what you want?” His voice sounded scratchy. I could see the way taking his time, making sure we were on the same page, cost him. His muscles flexed under my gaze.
“Positive,” I whispered. His hands glided up my arms, and then his fingers toyed with the straps. “Dylan,” I breathed.
His touch was light and teasing. Slowly driving me insane. I needed more. Who knew undressing could feel like foreplay? Not me. Maybe because both times I’d had sex in the past, neither partner, nor I, had undressed completely.
“I got you,” he rumbled with promise in his voice. He pushed the straps down without looking, his eyes burning into mine. My bra fell to the floor and my chest rose and fell heavily. “I’ll always have you, Mattie. You’re mine, pretty girl.”
My body felt like it was on fire, in need of his touch. His blue-green gaze dropped to my neck and then my breasts. They turned molten, heating up in a way I hadn’t seen before.
“Jesus Christ. Look at you.” He swallowed, and his jaw clenched. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His hands rose and cupped my breasts, his thumbs strumming each nipple.
“You’re wearing too much,” I whined, and I caught the slight twitch to his lips before I lost his hands.
I was completely captivated as I watched him hurry in a blur of movements to take his pants off. He kicked them and what looked like navy-blue boxer briefs off, too. Leaving him naked and me in only my panties. My eyes widened at the sight of him. Proud and hard and long. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Dylan was huge.
“You’re so big.”
“Baby—" My gaze rose, and I blinked.
“There is no way you’ll fit.” I couldn’t hide the tinge of panic in my voice.
“Baby.” He pulled me close, and I moaned softly at the feeling of being skin to skin with him. I breathed in as I looked up at him, loving the way he smelled. Earthy and masculine.
“I’ll fit,” he vowed. “We were made for each other. No way we wouldn’t fit.”
“Daddy.”
“Fuck,” he cursed, then his mouth crashed down on mine before his lips moved to my neck and breasts.
Before I knew it, he was kneeling in front of me, and I watched as he pulled my panties down my hips, then my thighs, before the material pooled on the ground. He lifted each foot, kissing the top of each one as he helped me step out of them. He stood. Tall and strong and bare in front of me. He was so incredibly big, the size difference between us was crazy. Even with my curves, I felt small in front of him. Delicate. My hands rubbed his sternum before his covered mine. He lifted it up and kissed the tips of my fingers.
“We good, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I managed to whisper. His beautifully calloused hands grabbed my ass and picked me up. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist while my arms rounded his neck.
“Fucking hell, do you feel that? How we feel pressed close without anything between us? How damn good that is?” I nodded. His dick bumped my bottom, and I swear it made me even wetter.
“Dylan,” I gasped.
“That what you call me? Or is there something else you call me?” he goaded, somehow reading my mind. I loved how filthy we could get already. How in sync we were.
“Daddy,” I whispered, nudging my nose against his. I gasped when, with so much care, he dropped me on the bed. His body immediately covered mine. “Yes!” I hissed, holding his face. I leaned forward, and our lips fused together.
Almost like two souls finding one another in a new lifetime, we got lost in the moment. Our bodies aligned naturally, beautifully. His thickness slid between my pussy lips, sawing back and forth. My wetness made it easy for him to glide against me, bumping my clit and making the need in me grow.
“You feel so good, Daddy.”
“Fuck,” he cursed roughly. His forehead pressed against mine. “I’m not even inside your tight little pussy, and you’re soaking wet. This pretty little kitty is hungry for me, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” I nodded, my lips parted.
“Please, I need you, Daddy. I feel so empty,” I whined, not recognizing myself or the words that spilled past my lips. But the reaction I got from him was priceless.
“Goddamn it.” His teeth mashed together, making his beautiful jaw even more prominent. “Don’t you worry. Daddy’s going to take care of you,” he promised.
That’s when I felt him. He lined the thick crown of his cock up with my entrance, and my heart started to pound. “Relax, pretty girl. I promise it’s going to feel good. I’m gonna make you feel really fucking good.” He pushed inside, and I gasped. The intrusion of his thick dick had tears forming on the edges of my eyes, but I forced myself to relax. To keep taking him. There was a slight pinch of pain, but for the most part, he felt good inside me.
Inch by inch, he left me feeling complete. Once he gave me every part of him, he held his body over mine, his arms trembling. My pussy clenched around his length, and I could see the sweat start to form at his temples.
“Shortcake, please tell me I didn’t hurt you. You feel incredible.”
“You didn’t.” And it was the truth. I moved a little, and his nose flared. His Adam’s apple bobbed heavily. “Daddy,” I whined. He made a deep sound that made me slicker. The back of my head pressed against my pillow. “I need you to move. Please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I trusted him completely.
“My baby believes that, doesn’t she?” he panted. I watched a drop of seat roll down, and all I wanted to do was lick it off. What was it about him? “She believes in her daddy?”
“Yes.”
“You trust me, don’t you?” Something was happening, but I was too overwhelmed by the feel of him. Not just inside me but all around me. Like everything that surrounded me was Daddy and only Daddy. And I freaking loved it.
I loved him.
I didn’t know how it was possible to fall like this, but I had.
“You know I do. You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” I answered completely honestly, probably stupid to let him see every corner of my soul the way I was, but I couldn’t do anything less. Something worked behind his eyes, something I didn’t get, but when his lips pressed to mine, and his hips started to work back and forth, I knew it was bigger. Dylan Maccabee wasn’t just fucking me. He was making love to me.
Slowly.
Taking his time. His thick length would pull out until only the tip was inside before pushing back completely.
“Daddy!” I moaned. Dylan whispered beautiful words against my lips while he kissed me. Telling me how beautiful I was. How I was his. How he would never let me go.
“Fuck,” he cursed, his lips against mine, our breaths combined. “I’m too damn close,” he warned. I smiled. I loved that I could get a big, beautiful man like Dylan that close to the edge so quickly.
“Me too,” I admitted, meeting him thrust for thrust. “More. Please,” I whined, shamelessly begging. “Daddy, don’t stop, please.”
“Fucking hell,” he growled, licking the side of my face, and I smiled. Loving the way his tongue felt on my skin, loving his mark on me. “You’re all mine, shortcake. All mine. No one, not ever, will know what this pretty, little pussy feels like.”
“Oh god!”
“Not god. Daddy,” he corrected. “Mattie daddy’s going to make you feel good.”
“Please, Daddy.”
“Greedy little kitty you have, shortcake. Fuck, I could die here. I don’t think I will ever get enough of this little pussy.”
“Yes!” I gasped.
“I’m going to fill this pussy once, twice, three times a day, and it still won’t be enough, will it?”
“Daddy!”
“Going to breed you, Mattie. Going to fill you with daddy’s baby batter and get you nice and round,” he promised, and my pussy had a mind of its own. It tightened, clenching around him. He hissed. “Your little cunt likes the sound of that. Knocking you up, making sure everyone knows you’re mine, that I put my baby in you.”
His dirty words were crazy. They should have had me pushing him off me, but for some reason, they were crazy hot. I held on to him, and before I knew it, I felt it. The first wave of my orgasm slammed through me while our hooded gazes connected.
“Daddy! Dylan!” I squeaked, then I lost sight of him.
His head fell forward, but his hips never stopped. Plowing back and forth, his thrusts became erratic, pounding into me in an almost punching way.
“Yes!” I hissed. “Daddy!” I cried out. Another wave hit, and when it did, he made the most animalistic sound I had ever heard. Warmth bloomed from the inside out, prolonging my own orgasm.
“Mattie. Mattie,” he groaned, pressing his lips against my skin and scraping his teeth along my flesh. My arms wrapped around his shoulders and my legs tightened around his waist, letting the heels of my feet rest against the small of his back. We stayed that way long after our breathing returned to normal. By the time he slipped out and I felt his cum slide out of me, I was too sleepy to think straight and come to terms with what we had just done. Not only had we made love, but it had been completely and utterly unprotected.