Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Damon slid out from under his mate’s legs and off the edge of the bed. He stared at his gorgeous Little girl while he removed all of his clothes. When he was fully naked, he slid her panties off.
Fuck, she was gorgeous.
She pushed up onto her knees and inched toward him until she was kneeling on the edge of the bed, her hands on his shoulders, her face inches from him. “Don’t move, okay?”
He nodded, a lump in his throat. He needed to let her explore even if it killed him.
Olivia used her hands and her eyes, scanning down his body from his face to his chest where she paused for a long time. He wasn’t sure how much she could see with those glasses, but he was grateful she could at least see something so she would have that memory for the rest of their lives.
He flinched when she licked his nipple. “Are yours as sensitive as mine?”
“I don’t know, Baby girl. I doubt it.”
“But you like it when I touch them?” She pinched one, hovering close enough to watch its reaction.
He moaned. “Yes, Little rebel. I like it. There isn’t much you can do that I won’t like.”
“But there are some things?” she asked as she rose back up taller.
“A few. You’ll want to be gentle with my scrotum. My testicles are sensitive.”
“Mmm. I’m not sure what a scrotum is or testicles.”
“My balls, Baby girl. They are soft sacs right behind my cock.”
“Will you lie down on your back and let me see?” Her voice was hesitant. She was being so very brave. No way would he turn her down.
“Of course. That’s an easy enough request. I’d move the back wall of the house out two feet if you asked me, too, Little rebel.”
She giggled as he dropped down next to her on his back. She was totally going to kill him, but it would be worth it.
His precious girl leaned over him again. Her sexy tits bounced in front of her, but she wasn’t thinking about her own body right now. She was only marginally aroused. She was focused on him.
“Your skin is lighter than mine.”
“A bit. Not much.”
She smoothed her soft hands over his stomach and then lower to his thighs, avoiding his cock. The darn thing was bobbing. He couldn’t stop it. It had a mind of its own, and it was about ready to stage a revolt.
Damon held his breath while his Little girl let her gaze roam all over his shaft.
She took her time. “It’s not what I expected.”
He chuckled as he set a hand on the back of her head and stroked her soft hair. “What were you expecting?”
“I don’t know. No one ever described penises to me. The top is different from the rest of the shaft.” She set a finger on his head and stroked the sensitive flesh.
Damon had to grit his teeth for a moment before he could catch his breath. “The head is very sensitive, Baby girl.” His voice was deeper. He couldn’t stop it.
“So soft,” she mused as she continued to circle the mushroom-shaped head. When her finger slid over the slit in the tip, she hesitated. “It leaks.”
He forced himself not to react to her innocence. He wanted to trap it so it never changed. “Yes. That’s my semen. It will leak out most of the time. Just a little. It wants to explode. When I come, several jets of my semen will thrust out of me. If I’m inside you, it will hit your womb. If I’m stroking it with my hand, I’ll mark you with my semen like I did earlier against your thigh.” He needed to keep his head on and tell his mate everything. There was very little chance anyone had shared the details about sex with her. The task had been left up to him, and he wanted her to be informed so she wouldn’t be nervous.
Olivia suddenly flicked the tip of her tongue through the shaft, nearly causing Damon to buck his hips off the mattress. “Mmm. Salty. I want more. Is that weird?”
He swallowed, trying to find words. “No, Baby girl. It’s natural. Just like I want my mouth on your pussy.”
“Can I bring it into my mouth?”
Fuck me . There was no more perfect woman on earth. He cleared his throat. “Anytime you want, Little rebel.”
When she parted those lips and drew his engorged cock into her mouth, he thought he might die and go to heaven. She drew him in deep, hollowing her cheeks, before she released him with a pop. “Does that feel good?”
Damon groaned. “Olivia…” He slid his hand up her back. “The only thing in life that will feel better than your lips around my cock will be your pussy gripping it.”
“Mmm.” She continued to explore him, moving her face down toward his balls. Gently cupping them, she said, “Scrotum?”
He continued to smooth his palm up and down her back, working hard to control himself. “Yes, Baby girl.”
She fondled them, making him grit his teeth at the pleasure.
“You like it when I touch you.”
“So very much,” he managed to mumble.
Her fingers returned to his cock, wrapping around the girth, learning him. With her other hand, she removed her glasses and reached out awkwardly.
Damon took them from her and leaned over to set them on the nightstand. “Climb over the top of me, Baby girl. Straddle me.”
Her mouth fell open as she released his cock. “Straddle you?”
He grabbed her hips and lifted her up to lower her over his body, and he nearly choked when she instinctively rubbed her pussy against his raging erection at the same time she tipped her head back and arched her entire body.
She was so fucking gorgeous. Every inch of her. Her breasts were perfection, and he couldn’t resist sliding his hands up to cup them. Without hesitating, he pinched her little nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, making her moan.
Olivia set her palms on his chest, panting. Brown curls fell forward all around her, dancing against his pecs and biceps. Sexy as fuck. “Now what?”
He slid his hands around to her back and eased her forward. “Kiss me, Little rebel.” Damn but he loved her combination of innocence and eagerness.
She lowered her face to his and hovered for a moment, their breaths mingling.
Finally, Damon growled and pulled her the rest of the way down. He needed her mouth. He needed to taste her before he flipped her over and licked every inch of the rest of her body.
The kiss was filled with urgency and growing need. His cock throbbed against her wet folds. She probably had no idea she was rubbing her clit against his shaft.
When he couldn’t wait another moment, he grabbed her and flipped her onto her back, loving the gasp that escaped her lips and the way she clawed at him, wrapping her legs around him. “Damon…”
Oh, yes. He would never tire of the sound of his name coming from her lips while they fucked. The rest of the time, he preferred she call him Daddy, but in their bed, he wanted to hear that deep rumble of need as she cried out his name.
And yes, they were going to fuck. Hard. So hard he was going to have to be careful not to ram her into the headboard.
He needed to control himself though and get her to the place where she was so desperate she didn’t remember her own name. So he slid down her body to suck her nipples, switching back and forth several times until they were swollen and sensitive.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders. She might even leave marks. Good. He would love to see the red indentations later.
Easing farther down her body, he nuzzled her tummy along the way until he reached her clit. He didn’t hesitate. He sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth and flicked it rapidly with his tongue until she screamed.
“Damon!”
He grinned as he swallowed her orgasm before thrusting his tongue into her tight channel. Damn. He knew she would stretch around him, but he hated knowing he was going to cause her even a moment of pain first.
Breathing heavily against her pussy, he lowered his hand and guided one finger into her channel.
Olivia arched her hips off the mattress as her breath hitched. Her fingertips dug into him deeper. “Daddy?”
“I’ve got you, Little rebel. Let it feel good.” He slowly eased in and out before adding a second finger. His fingers weren’t small, but it would take three of them to equal the girth of his cock, and even then, it wouldn’t be quite enough.
When her body began to relax, he thrust harder, watching her expression. Lust and nerves were all he saw. Not pain.
He removed his fingers and climbed up her body. “Are you ready for me, Baby girl?” He dropped his forearms alongside her head and leaned in close. He wasn’t sure if she could see anything at all, but he wanted his eyes near hers.
She smiled. “I’m ready. Do it, Daddy.”
Lining his cock up with her pussy, he thrust forward all the way to the hilt. He knew it would shock her, but dragging out the stretch didn’t seem like the best idea.
Olivia gasped, her mouth falling open. A wince scrunched up her face. She held her breath.
Damon stroked her temples with his thumbs, waiting for her breathing to even out. “That’s my girl. Relax your pussy around my cock, Little one.” He slid his left hand down to her fingers, threaded them together, and lifted their combined hands above her head.
Watching her expression, he lowered his wrist against hers.
Olivia’s eyes rolled back as she cried out unintelligibly. Her pussy gripped him like a vice at the same time. “Oh God… I can’t…”
He kissed her. “Can’t what, Olivia?”
She tried to pull her arm free of his. Her head rolled back and forth. “Don’t…” Her plea was weak.
He knew what she was feeling because he felt it, too. Overwhelming need that was so all-consuming it made him feel like he was a slave to his body, his lust. It was a bit freaky, but he didn’t want to stop.
“Shh…” he whispered against her lips. “Don’t fight it. Let it feel so good.” He eased almost out of her channel and thrust back in.
Olivia gasped. “It’s too much.”
“And not enough.” He did it again.
Panting, she twisted and fought against him, against the bond. The intensity was tremendous. “Please…”
He thrust again. “Please what, Little rebel?”
She groaned in frustration. “ Harder ,” she begged.
Damon brought his mouth down on hers and kissed her deeply while he thrust in and out faster and deeper. Nothing in the world compared to this feeling. He was flying above his body, and he suspected she was, too. He never wanted this to end.
He also knew it wouldn’t. Not for a while. Sure, they would both orgasm in a few seconds, but that would not assuage the driving need. They would catch their breaths and do it again. And again. Because that was the way of Alpha Protectors and the bond they had with their mates.
Olivia writhed under him, bucking her hips up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tight.
He couldn’t seem to get close enough to her. Being inside her wasn’t enough. He needed more. It wasn’t a tangible feeling. It made no sense. What more could he have from her?
When he broke the kiss, it was to growl loud enough to shake the house. A primal urge consumed him. He wanted her to come. He wanted her to scream when she got her release. The bond he felt with her shook him to the core.
Grinding the base of his erection against her clit, he demanded, “Come, Little rebel. Come on Daddy’s cock.”
Olivia was helpless to disobey him. She came for him. Hard. So hard he could feel the grip of her tight pussy as she milked his dick. He came two seconds later, unable to stop it himself.
Their combined orgasms caused them to tremble for longer than any orgasm he’d previously experienced. He set his forehead against hers, breathing heavily.
Olivia licked her swollen lips. “You have to let go of my arm, Damon. I’m losing my mind.”
He released her hand, letting her pull the arm up against the side of her breast as if it were injured. He knew the mark was throbbing because his was. “I love you, Olivia.”
She slowly smiled. “I love you, too, Damon.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m not sure. I think I died. On the one hand, I feel so exhausted I don’t think I can lift a single limb. On the other hand, I want to do it again.”
He chuckled. “Everything you’re feeling is the same for me.”
When he eased out of her, she whimpered and pushed her bottom lip out. “Why’d you do that?”
He kissed her briefly. “I need to clean you up and take your temperature. Don’t move, Little rebel. I mean it. Not an inch.” He rose over her on his hands and knees, watching her face, waiting to make sure she would comply.
She grabbed his hips. “I don’t want to be clean. Stay with me.”
He bent at the elbows to kiss her again because he couldn’t resist her lips. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you dirty again.” He rose to stand beside the bed. “Stay just like that with your legs spread open and your flushed chest rising and falling. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She sighed dramatically. “Fine.”