Chapter 8 Jack
Eight
Jack
I blink my eyes open after sleeping deeper than I’ve slept in I don’t even know how long.
The curtains are open, revealing that the snow is still falling.
The flakes are lighter and fluffier than before, but they’re still falling, accumulating on the ground, on the roof, on the trees.
Everything is covered in white, and the world outside is blissfully quiet.
Ella’s still fast asleep, naked and curled against me. Her breathing is deep and even, and I love how at home she looks in my bed. And fuck, she is home. My home. My girl.
Her hair’s a mess, blond strands tangled from sleep and the slightly rough sex we had last night.
I resist the urge to brush the tangled mess back.
I don’t want to wake her. Not yet. Not when she looks so damn peaceful, her lips slightly parted, her body curled into mine like she was made to fit there.
The sheet’s slipped low, baring her shoulder and the top of her breast. I can just see the top of her perfect pink nipple peeking out.
My cock thickens just from looking at her, remembering the way she gasped when I first touched her, how she whimpered Daddy like it was both a prayer and a revelation.
I tighten my arm around her, just a little.
The things she told me last night about her family forcing her into some loveless marriage, treating her like a goddamn pawn, make my jaw clench.
No one’s taking her from me. Not her parents, not some rich prick with a last name and a trust fund.
She’s mine now. And I’ll burn the whole fucking world down before I let anyone hurt her again.
I shift slightly, my hardening cock pressing against her thigh.
Christ, the way she responded to me last night…
innocent one second, filthy the next, her sweet little mouth saying things that had me out of my mind.
Things like “I don’t know if that’s going to fit in my little pussy, Daddy,” and “I think I’ve been waiting for this big Daddy dick all my life. ” Jesus. The mouth on her.
This is what’s been missing in my life. Not just sex, not just company. Her. The way she fits against me, the way she looks at me like I’m her whole damn world. I’ve spent years taking care of everyone else, but this? This is the first thing I’ve ever wanted just for myself in a very long time.
Christmas is in three days. I want it to be perfect for her.
No family drama, no expectations. Just her, me, and whatever the hell we want.
Maybe I’ll take her into town if the snow lets up, show her off a little.
Or maybe I’ll keep her right here, snowed in, naked in my bed where she belongs.
I’m not scheduled to work again until the 27th, so barring any more crises, I have nowhere to be but here with her for the next several days.
Her eyelashes flutter. A soft sigh escapes her, and she nuzzles closer, her hand sliding over my stomach.
Fuck. Now I’m hard. Aching for her. But I know she must be sore from last night. It was her first time, and I wasn’t exactly gentle.
That doesn’t mean I don’t want to make today about her pleasure though. Watching Ella come is the best thing in the entire world. Especially when she comes so hard that she squirts everywhere, her cunt turning into a pretty little fountain.
The way Ella stirs against me, her body warm and soft, has my cock throbbing before she even opens her eyes.
Her lips part in a sleepy sigh, and I can’t resist. I dip my head and capture her mouth with mine.
She melts into the kiss, her fingers curling against my chest as she kisses me back, slow and lazy, like we’ve got all the time in the world.
A thrill goes through me when I realize we do. Because she’s mine, and I’m keeping her.
Her tongue slides against mine, tentative at first, then bolder, like she’s testing how far she can push me. Fuck, she has no idea. I could spend the whole damn day with my mouth on hers, my hands on her body, my cock buried inside her, making her come over and over again.
But then her stomach growls, loud enough to make us both laugh, our lips still touching.
“Someone’s hungry,” I murmur, brushing my thumb over her bottom lip.
She bites it, her cheeks pink. “Someone got the life fucked out of her last night.”
I groan, rolling out of bed before I lose what’s left of my self-control. “Breakfast first. Then we’ll see about dessert.” She giggles, the sound making my balls ache and my heart swell.
The kitchen smells like coffee and maple syrup by the time she shuffles in, and my heart slams against my ribs when I see what she’s wearing.
She’s dressed in one of my flannel shirts, the buttons undone, and nothing underneath.
I know because the fabric parts, gaping open every time she moves.
From the corner of my eye, I get a flash of her pink nipple, the underside of her breast, the hint of peachy cunt hiding between her thighs.
Fuck me. My girl loves to tease, and truth be told, I love it, too.
She leans against the counter, watching me flip pancakes, her fingers toying with the edge of the shirt, playing with it so that her nipple comes in and out of view. “Need any help, Daddy?” she asks sweetly, her eyes glittering playfully.
My grip tightens on the spatula. “You’re helping plenty, sweetheart.”
Her lips curve into a smirk, and she shifts just enough to let the fabric fall open another inch. Teasing little brat.
God, I’m so in love with her. “You think you’re cute, don’t you? Standing there all bare under my shirt, playing innocent while you flash that pretty little cunt at me.” My tone is light, playful. I love playing with her. I love her, full stop.
She giggles and circles around behind me, hugging me and letting her hand wander down over my stomach until her fingers brush over my cock through my sweats. “I know I’m cute, and I think you like my teasing, Daddy.”
I groan as she strokes me, my balls pulling up. “Oh, I do. But you know what happens to little sweethearts who tease their daddies too much?”
“No, tell me,” she says breathlessly, still working my cock.
“They get their tight pussies stuffed full until they’re sobbing because they can’t take any more cock. Until they’re so full of Daddy’s cum that it drips out of them all day.” My voice suddenly sounds like I’ve swallowed gravel.
She makes a sound that’s half purr, half moan and keeps stroking me. “Is that supposed to deter me? Because it sounds like you’re threatening me with a good time.”
I laugh. She really is perfect.
I set the spatula down and turn quickly, pinning her against the counter. I slip my hand between her thighs, and groan when I find her soaked and swollen. “Fuck, you’re soaked.” I hold her gaze as I slowly push two fingers inside her, curling them just enough to make her gasp.
Her cunt clenches around my fingers like she’s trying to pull them deeper, her hips jerking forward with a needy little whine. “Oh, thank you, Daddy. That feels so good.”
I twist my wrist, dragging my thumb over her clit in slow, deliberate circles while I leave my fingers buried inside her.
“You wanted to tease me, huh? Now you’re gonna take what you get.
” Her breathing grows ragged as she grips the edge of the counter with white knuckles.
I curl my fingers inside her, pressing lightly against her g-spot and making her whole body tremble.
“Did you wake up this wet, sweetheart? Or did you get all worked up teasing Daddy?”
She whimpers, her thighs shaking. “I love teasing you. I gets me so excited watching you lose control.”
“And now look at you, dripping all over my hand.” I tease her clit with a couple more featherlight strokes, and then I pull my fingers out, bringing them to her mouth.
“Taste how wet you are.” She obeys, her tongue swirling around my fingers, eyes locked on mine.
Heat shoots down my spine and straight to my balls and I’m suddenly dying for her mouth on me. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”
She lets my fingers go with a wet pop, and she looks both so sweetly innocent and so playfully sexy that I can’t stop myself from picking her up, my hands curling around the backs of her thighs and claiming her mouth in a slow, deep kiss.
I groan when I taste her pussy on her tongue, and I can’t decide what I want more—her mouth on me, or my mouth on her.
We break apart just before the pancakes start to burn, lips tingling, breathing ragged.
We’re both laughing as I set her carefully on the counter.
Every single moment with her feels like pure, unfiltered joy.
It’s like the way the sun sparkles off of freshly fallen snow.
It’s the smell of flowers on a warm spring day.
She just makes everything better and sweeter.
Breakfast is torture. Every time she reaches for her coffee, the shirt gapes open, showing me her gorgeous tits.
At one point she stands up to pour herself some more coffee, and she stretches her arms overhead, giving me a peek at luscious under curve of her ass.
By the time we’re done eating, my cock is straining against my sweatpants, dripping pre-cum like a faucet.
She offers to help with cleanup, but I shoo her into the living room because I like taking care of her. And because I don’t think I can take anymore of her faux-innocent teasing right now.
When I’m done, I find standing in front of the tree, admiring the ornaments.
I just stare for minute, memorizing the moment.
Memorizing the way the firelight from the softly crackling fire dances across her pale skin.
Memorizing the way the snow’s falling outside, and the way the tree glows merrily against the white of the window.
Memorizing the way her blond hair falls down her back as she stands there in my flannel shirt.
An intense wave of happiness and possession slams into me, rocking me to my core.
“Ella.”