Chapter 13 - Diana
My dream is guiding me too much to tell him to stop.
Not that I want him to. Not at all. But I should.
I should be worried about what this could do.
About his daughter, his wife, and his club friends.
I ought to worry about everything and everyone, but all I think about is how good this feels and that I don’t want to stop.
For once, I want to take what I have and run away with it so no one can take it away from me.
His lips are soft against mine, and his mustache and beard tickle me, but none of it is unpleasant. Before Karter, I never kissed a man with any facial hair. Now I can’t imagine not doing it.
I give in to an urge I’ve had for a while and bring one hand around from his back to scrape along his chin, then run my fingers through the ends of his beard.
He groans a bit at the feeling till I tug, and then I get a full-on moan from him.
I giggle into his lips and he chuckles into mine, but neither of us stops kissing.
His hands move from my back to grab my ass, one hand for each cheek, and he pulls me tight to him.
I feel him in every way a woman can feel a man she’s about to become intimate with.
And we are. I’m not going to think anymore.
I need to have faith that he’ll let me know if something’s wrong or he doesn’t like something.
He trusts me with my own mind; I owe it to him to do the same thing.
I move my hand from his beard, running it along his jaw and then into his hair. Reaching up, I use both hands to grip and pull it as I mold my mouth to his, fusing our breaths together as I lean up just a bit, tipping his head back.
He growls and grunts with each twist and pull of his hair, and I respond in kind to the feel of his hands kneading my ass. It feels so good that I almost want to beg him to just do that for hours on end. I’ve never had a butt massage before, and I desperately want this one to go on forever.
His hands start to rise up, pushing my shirt with them.
There’s no hesitation in his movements, and I don’t show any either as he pulls my shirt over my head, breaking our kiss for only a moment before sealing his mouth to mine again.
His hands travel back to my hips and stay there, flexing over me as if just touching my skin is enough for him.
But it isn’t for me.
I reach around and unhook my bra, pulling my arms from the straps before tossing it aside.
Then, going further with my boldness, I grab each of his hands and pull his fingers up till they’re on my breasts instead.
I hold his hands there, but it’s all him who moves his fingers, using the same massaging technique he used on my butt.
I moan into his mouth. We can’t seem to stop kissing as we explore each other. Well, as he explores me. I still have much more to check on him before the night is over.
I glide my fingers down his arms, then not so subtly put them under his shirt and pull it up.
I barely get more than an inch up before he releases my mouth and uses one hand to yank his shirt over his head, tossing it onto my bra before wrapping me up in his arms. The feel of skin on skin has us both groaning.
“Oh shit, Babygirl, you feel so good. How am I going to last once I get inside you?”
“Think they have a pill for that,” I say between kisses.
He huffs. “Don’t need a fucking pill. If I bust early, it won’t take much to get worked up enough to go again with you.”
I pull back and raise an eyebrow. “Two in one night? Think you can keep up, old man?”
“Oh, Babygirl, you just started a fight with a Hound. Don’t go thinking you’ll get away with a challenge like that.”
He grabs the back of my neck with one hand and my ass with the other as he stands. I wrap my legs around him instinctively, but it wouldn’t matter if I did or not. His grip on me is so tight that I know I would never fall.
“Where are we going?”
“Where do you think?” He heads for the stairs and goes up them.
“I can walk.”
He tsks at me. “Still challenging me, Babygirl? Don’t think I can take care of my girl?”
“No,” I say honestly to his first question. We both know the answer to the second one. He shows it in how easily he takes care of me every time we’re together.
“Good. Now be my girl and distract me. Having your sweet pussy so close to me is driving me crazy.”
I grin and bend my head down till my lips are at his ear. Then I begin to torture him, licking, kissing, nibbling on it. Moving to his neck next, then up his jaw. Doing everything and anything I want.
“You’re going to pay for this, Babygirl.” He smacks my ass, I’m sure to deter me, but all it does is make me grind into his hard dick even more.
“Oh shit.” He stumbles, and I don’t even hesitate to suck on his neck more. No fear at all that he’ll keep us up. But when my back hits a wall, hard, I lose suction and gasp.
“I can’t wait, Babygirl. I’m sorry. Next time we’ll do this differently.”
He lowers my legs, and then he’s nibbling on my lips as he unbuttons and unzips my pants before pushing them down, moving his mouth as he goes.
First to kiss my neck, sucking long and hard like I did to him, and then moving to my breasts. One and then the other as he licks and nibbles. Then he bites down, and I cry out as my head thumps against the wall.
His laughter echoes in the hallway. “Told you, Babygirl. Hounds never play fair. Remember that.”
All I can do is beg. “More.”
He grabs my breast and sucks more into his mouth, biting as much as my modest C cup will go in. His teeth graze and chomp, but nothing too hard. Just a tease that pain could happen. Then he does the same with the other one.
“Fuck, I can smell you.”
It’s the only warning I get before he moves farther down and grabs my underwear, pulling it down before lifting one leg and draping it over his shoulder a second before his mouth devours my pussy.
Literally. He puts his whole mouth on me, licking and sucking everything he can touch and taste.
It’s an onslaught of the greatest proportion.
He’s eating me out like a man starved of food for days.
And maybe he has been. At least of pussy. For years, if what his friends said is true.
I try to push the thoughts of his past out of my head. Not sure I would feel more comfortable knowing he had a ton of women before me and was a manslut, or just knowing I’m competing against a woman who he chose celibacy for over any other woman till he forgot her and found me.
A hard suck on my clit pulls a scream from my lips and me out of my head. He sucks so long and hard that my voice almost goes raw. With a pop, he finally releases me.
“There she is. Thought I lost you for a moment, baby.”
I look down. Seeing this mammoth of a man, both in size and spirit, on his knees for me has me sagging a little more against him.
My legs going weak, even if I’m only standing on one leg and he has the other still over his shoulder, is definitely spank-bank material for later, I just know it.
I glide my fingers through his hair as he continues to look at me, giving me a gentle peck on my mound as I stare down at him with a small smile.
“I’m here.” I won’t apologize for going inside my head. It happens even if I don’t want it to. But he noticed, accepted, and pulled me out of it all at once. If I could fall for a man so quickly, I know I’d fall in love with him right now for this moment alone.
“Let’s keep it that way.” He rises and kisses me but doesn’t drop my leg, just moves it from over his shoulder to around his hip. He holds me up for him as he fiddles with something, and then I feel him. All of him.
I release his mouth as I take a deep breath, feeling this moment on another level. He glides his large cock between my folds, over my clit and around, creating a weird rhythm as he coats himself in the juices that seem to be leaking down my leg. But he doesn’t penetrate. Not yet.
“Damn, Babygirl. You taste amazing and feel even better. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
“Then don’t.”
My words bring a quiet moment between us.
A moment that could have us stopping or continuing.
If there was a time to take a step back, this is it.
Maybe I should be the one who ends this.
But I don’t. I don’t want to. And his slight pause makes me think he’ll pull away too.
That this is too much for him. This might be his breaking point.
But instead he leans into me and nips at my lips. His choice has been made, loud and clear.
“Can’t wait for me, baby? Need me as much as I need you, huh?”
“Yes,” I moan as he pushes his dick right into my sensitive clit.
I’m so close to coming already that I’m shaking, but I can’t yet.
I know it will feel good, but not wonderful unless he’s inside me.
The idea of coming without being full makes me feel empty.
Not sure when I became this needy for a man’s cock, but with Karter, I want it.
So bad. All this teasing after months of wanting—I can’t take it anymore.
“Please, Karter. Please. I need you.”
“Shh, Babygirl, I got you. Daddy’s got you.”
“Oh, fuck.” Him saying that just triggered a small orgasm. Who knew I had a daddy kink?
“Does my Babygirl like that?”
“Mm-hmm.” I can’t speak. I’m panting with desire and need.
“What about this?” He thrusts into me so fast that I barely have time to register it before I’m screaming as my orgasm hits full force. He pumps into me quickly, over and over again as I find my release. One that seems to go on and on and on.
“Shit, baby, you’re so tight. I can’t stop.” He calls out my name as he shudders inside me. Then he claims my mouth again.
The passion doesn’t end even though we both found our release. Instead, he just grips my other leg, pulling it up and wrapping both around him as he lifts me from the wall. His jeans are still on him, hanging just below his ass as he shuffles down the hall and into a room.
I squeal when I feel the earth shift, and I land on my back. Laughing, I realize I’m on his bed. While the earth might have moved, it wasn’t because of our time together.
“Something funny, Babygirl?” He untangles himself from me before he pulls off his pants and tosses them to the side.
“Just thinking that us having sex has the earth moving.” I giggle as I look at the ceiling, feeling silly and happy all in one, and not worried about sounding crazy with this man.
Karter isn’t like any other boy I’ve dated.
Which is probably the reason. He’s all man—no boy here at all.
And he listens to what I have to say. He might not agree with everything, but he doesn’t make me feel dumb for saying anything.
Even now, he just smiles at me with a shake of his head.
“Babygirl, we haven’t even begun to make the earth move,” he taunts, and I huff out a laugh, then a shout of surprise as he grabs my ankle. Pulling me toward him, he lifts my ankle to his shoulder as he kneels on the bed.
“What are you doing?” I try to rise onto my elbows, but he grabs the other ankle and pulls till my knees bend over his shoulders and my head is all that remains on the bedspread.
“I never got to finish my dessert.”
“But….”
“But what?” He looks up at me with hooded eyes. “But I just came in you, and now I’m going to lick it up along with your juices?”
My lips part on his words, and I nod. Well, as much as I can from this angle.
“My Babygirl tastes too good for me to care about my own taste.”
And then the man does the craziest thing. He goes down on me. Again. And he doesn’t stop this time till I come on his tongue. Twice.
“Where the hell have you been hiding all my life?” I shake my head out as he lowers my limp legs off him. They spread wide, no energy to even close them.
“Waiting for you to become a legal age and then losing my mind. All before I met you.”
I laugh as he inches his way up to my face, kissing a path as he goes, from my pelvic bone to both hips, my belly button, the small freckle below my left boob, each nipple, and then my heart. When he finally reaches my lips, he stills.
“I’ve waited longer than most do for you, so get used to this, Babygirl, because I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”
“Okay, Daddy,” I whisper, and the sparkle in his eyes says it all. He likes me saying it, just like I like hearing him say it.
His kiss is softer this time. Gentler. I match his energy and let our tongues roll together, neither fighting for dominance.
And when he enters me with a simple thrust, I welcome him easily, still sloppy wet from his mouth on me only minutes before. We sway together, taking our time as the lust of what started all of this fades until it’s just us.
We find our release together, neither of us talking or demanding that the other get there. We do so easily and with a gentleness that makes this moment shine even brighter than the ones before.
With a soft kiss, he pulls out and rolls to the side, taking me with him to rest on him. The bed is a mess, but neither of us cares. And I wouldn’t have the energy to do anything about it if I did.
“Night, Babygirl.”
“Night….” I hesitate on what to say. The moment is over, and “Daddy” doesn’t seem to fit. His friends call him Law, but I never have. Now that we’ve taken this step forward, it almost seems like a name has more pressure on it than it did before.
“Karter, baby. With you, I’m always Karter.” He kisses my hair, and I snuggle in deeper as he wraps me in his arms.
“Night, Karter.”