Chapter Sixty-Five
Emily
The Next Night
“Hands above your head.” Jake’s words barely penetrate the haze swirling in my brain. Every inch of my body is heaving as I sigh. This is pure heaven. If I could, I’d lay here for the rest of my life feeling this same way–content, sated, happy.
“Hands above your head.” This time, his voice holds the command he likely uses on suspects, which gets my attention. I blink my eyes open and glance down my body. Past my still heaving chest. Beyond my abdomen where Jake’s hand rests above my pelvis. And down to his head between my thighs.
“What?” I wrinkle my nose as I try to make sense of his words.
Why does he want me to put my hand above my head?
I let out a whoosh of air and lift my chained hands off the back of his head.
“Oh…” My cheeks heat as the metal jingles the higher I raise my hands.
“I’m sorry.” I’m in utter bliss and he’s been jabbed in the head with handcuffs.
His specially purchased, not police-issued handcuffs. “I didn’t realize I was hurting you.”
“No, Pretty Girl’.” His eyes are dark with desire as his lips curve upward. “Hands above your head and keep them there. You’ve been lucky that I let you use your hands.” He licks his lips. “This time, you won’t be so lucky.”
“I….” I bite my bottom lip as his eyes narrow.
“Em….” His jaw is tight as he chastises me.
“Yes, Sir.” I position my arms above my head with a soft clank and gasp as his tongue laps along my pussy.
“I thought it was, Daddy.” He flicks his tongue again.
Oh, my God. My eyes roll back into my head. The man shouldn’t be this good at this. It’s not fair. He places a hand under my ass, lifting my bottom off the mattress while pressing the heel of his palm harder into my lower abdomen and feasts.
Moans fall from my lips as I embrace the pleasure he elicits. Moments later, I’m lost in the moment, unable to hold off the inevitable. I dig my heels into the mattress and thrust my sex into his face.
Dark spots fill my vision as wave after wave of pleasure rack through my body until my thighs are shaking. More. I need more. I lift my arms as I rotate my hips, grinding my clit against his nose.
I always thought a daddy kink was ridiculous, but I was so wrong. I’m not sure I’ve ever been more wrong about anything.
“Do. Not. Move.” His voice is gruff against my sex. Fuck. I drop my arms back to the mattress. “That’s better..”
‘No, it’s not better,’ is on the tip of my tongue but when I lift my head to berate him, he slides two fingers into my still quivering sex.
Fuck. Right there. “I can– “
“You will.”
“I’m serious. I can’t.” Tears fill my eyes. He’s asking for the impossible.
“Yes, you can.” His eyes never leave mine as he works in and out of my core. “Do exactly what Daddy tells you do to. You’re going to come harder for me than you ever have before.”
And what I thought was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced now pales in comparison.
The fascination and adoration in his gaze. The strength of his fingers as he strokes in and out of me. The licking flames of heat inside of me. The sensitivity of my already sated sex. His demands that I don’t move my arms. My chest rises and falls as I gasp for air.
I can’t. There’s no way I can come again. But I bite my lips together to avoid another lecture. Soon enough, he’ll figure out that there’s nothing left inside of me, and he’ll give up.
He slips my clit into his mouth and lashes his tongue along one side, then he tugs the taught button between his teeth and curls his fingertips against my G-spot. My eyes fall shut as I whimper. Asshole. He shouldn’t be able to make my body hum like this.
Even when I’ve used a vibrator, I’ve never cum more than four times.
“That’s it. Relax and be a good girl for Daddy. Do you like what I’m doing to you?”
“God, yes.” My voice is hoarse from screaming through my previous four orgasms. Previous? It’s like I’m already conceding to another. But I can’t–
My core defies me as it tightens and flexes over his fingers.
“That’s my good girl. I feel you getting ready to come.” He stops his movements.
Shit. A tear escapes the corner of my eye as I thrash my head against the pillow and thrust and rotate my hips. Begging for that contact that he’s denying me. “Damn it. Don’t stop.”
“That’s it, Pretty Girl. Ride my fingers. Show me what you like.”
“Oh, my God.” I shove harder, taking him deeper and squeeze over his fingers.
“That’s it. You’re so fucking close.”
“God, yes.” I relax and squeeze again. And come so hard, I bite my tongue, causing my mouth to fill with a coopery tang.
“That’s my good girl.” He withdraws his fingers and rises to his knees between my shaking legs. “My dirty little princess.”
“What’s wrong with you?” I gaze up at him as my sex clutches at nothing. “I wasn’t–”
“You’re a greedy little girl, aren’t you?
You just can’t get enough of me.” He yanks down his shorts and strokes his cock.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. You make me crazy.
I want you every second of the day. When I sleep, I dream about burying my dick inside of you.
When I wake up, I’m looking for you, so eager to see you like this. ”
I swallow hard as heat curls in my lower belly.
I can’t. This can’t be happening. I’ve become possessed by my need for him.
It’s overcome every rational thought I’ve ever had.
I don’t know who I am at this point. I’m no longer that girl I was before he came into my life.
He makes me feel wild and free, and I love it.
He swipes his cock along my slick lips. “I can’t survive without you. You’ve already come five times and you’re pussy still twitches for me.”
“Yes.” I dig my heels into the mattress and shove my pelvis toward him.
When his cock presses against my lips, I hum in approval. He doesn’t move.
“Say it.” The hand holding my hip shakes as he restrains himself.
“Say what?”
“Tell me how much you want me.”
“I’m dying here without you. I need you inside of me.
Filling me. Showing me what my body can do.
Taking me beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.
” I turn my head from side to side as if that will relieve the aching inside of me.
“You make me want things that I didn’t think were possible. You. Me. A future. Forever–”
He slams to the hilt and words are impossible. All I do is feel. Feel him fill me to perfection. Feel the bed lurch as he pounds into me. Feel his fingers dig into my hips as I wrap my legs around him. Feel the metal around my wrists. The comforter clasped between my fingers.
His breathing is ragged as he increases his speed and depth. He’s never filled me this full before. It’s like a primal need has overtaken him. The desire to claim me. Over and over again.
“You feel so fucking good wrapped around my dick.” He falls on top of me, using one hand to grip my wrists above my head and the other to lift my hips. “You’re mine. All fucking mine.”
My head spins as darkness swirls around my vision. The room loses shape. His mouth slams against mine. Our tongues dance to the same beat as his hips. Heat and pressure build inside my sex as my walls squeeze down, demanding that pressure I so desperately need.
No. My eyes pop open to find his staring into mine. Sex. He’s pure sex. It’s not possible. Yet…. I’m so close. He nips my bottom lip. “That’s a good girl.” His voice holds a low rumble that sends goosebumps skittering along my skin. “I want you to come all over my dick.”
My body ceases to be my own, doing exactly what he demands. “Yes, baby, milk my cock. I’m going to fill you so full of cum, it’s going to drip out of you.”
“Fu-u-uck!” My throat aches as I scream, but that doesn’t stop me from tilting my pelvis upward and crashing into the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
“That’s it,” he grunts and meets me thrust for thrust. “Fuck.” He spasms inside me but still manages to keep the same unrelenting pace that has stars flashing before my eyes as spasm of cum filling my pussy.
“Jesus.” He pumps one last time as his cock loses its stiffness, and he pulls out of me.
I can’t breathe. I can’t see. Fuck. I collapse against the sheets. I might never move again.
Jake’s fingers slide along my seam. “Do. Not.–”
“Baby, I’m just scooping my cum back into you where it belongs. We can’t make another baby if you push it out.”
I snap my eyes open. What in the fuck did he just say? He’s gorgeous. Flushed skin. Bulging muscles. Trim abdomen. Glowing eyes that watch his finger work in and out my sex. The utter adoration on his face makes my stomach flip.
I must’ve been hearing things, right? “I’m on the pill, remember?”
“Yes, I remember.” One corner of his mouth arches upward as he adds another finger. “For now.”
“Jake–” I gasp again as he slides another finger into my heat.