Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Neely
My back hits the bed, and Ford is on top of me, one hand cradling my head, the other sliding under my shirt, his shirt, and then his palm is brushing my nipple.
“You were right that I noticed when you suddenly had tits,” he growls.
“Last summer. Red bikini. You climbed out of the pool, and my dick wanted to be inside you so bad it hurt. I came home and beat myself raw, using my own come as lube. You ever done that, Neely? Gotten so slick for me that it’s hard to rub out another one, but you can’t stop? ”
“Yes,” I pant. “Every time you come over to play cards with my dad.”
“Fuck.”
I pull at his shirt, wanting us both naked. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
“Shhh. . .” He kisses me again, all tongue and teeth.
He doesn’t want to hear about the fantasies I had when he was off-limits.
I get my hands under his clothes and start to slide my fingers into his waistband.
He freezes and grabs my wrist, hauling my arms back to the bed. “Not yet.”
“I want to touch you. Feel how big you are.”
“Fucking big,” he growls. “And if you put your little fingers around it, I’ll spill all the seed that I want to pump into your womb all over your hands instead.”
Heat rolls through me, making my breasts heavy and my nipples tight. That’s the second time he’s talked about knocking me up. Am I ready to go from virgin to pregnant on Christmas Eve? “I—”
“Fuck, ignore me.” He huffs a laugh and presses his mouth to my neck, kissing me there before he breaks away to peel off the shirt he gave me.
His gaze sears me as I stretch out beneath him in nothing but my panties.
“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy won’t fuck you until you’re ready.
There are a lot of ways I can make you feel real good without putting my dick inside you. ”
I whine and lift my hips, everything on fire and aching now. “I want that.”
“I don’t have condoms,” he warns. “Are you on the pill?”
I shake my head. “I’ve never. . .”
His eyes close for a minute, tension warring with desire on his face. Then he rips off his own shirt, and for the first time, I can ogle him half-naked without feeling weird about it.
He’s so handsome it hurts. Thick and well-muscled, with dark hair down the middle of his belly, disappearing into his tented sweatpants.
The hair crawls higher, too, dusting his broad chest. There’s none of the silver hair in his beard on his body.
It’s all dark and silky-soft looking. I reach for him, loving the way he jerks when I stroke my fingers over his rock-hard abs.
I stop just before the waistband, then keep going over the fabric of his pants. “What’s this?” I ask innocently as I trace the rigid length of his cock. “Is this what you want to put inside me?”
He covers my hand with his and presses hard, showing me how rough he wants me to be with him. I squeeze tight, and I feel him pulse as he grunts out loud.
“You’ve got me spilling already, little girl.” He glares at me, and it’s almost scary, but there’s a glimmer of something else—pleasure, I think—and then he does the most unexpected thing.
He grins. “Fuck, Neely.”
I laugh with him. “You keep saying that.”
He peels my fingers off his heavy erection and presses me back to the bed again. “Because this is a dream. It can’t be real.”
“Tell me your dream,” I murmur as he leans in to kiss my belly. The brush of his lips sends lightning bolts through me that shoot up to my breasts and down to my sex.
“You, wanting me. That’s a dream. Me being able to put my mouth on you. I want to take my time tasting you.” He licks a path up from my belly, circling one breast with his tongue before latching on to the nipple.
My back bows, arching up and off the bed. Oh. Oh, shit. I had no idea someone else’s mouth would feel that good on my skin. Just right and perfect and— “More,” I pant. “The other one.”
“Excuse me?” He growls and grazes me with his teeth. “Where are your manners?”
I flush with heat, the correction turning me on. “Sorry.”
“How do you ask for something you want?”
“Please. . .”
He grunts and moves over immediately. I’ll have to remember the power of that little girlish plea. The nipple he was just loving gets cold, sensitive, and wet in the air, but as if he knows what I need, he covers that breast with his hand and pulls the other one into his mouth.
My thighs press together, then flail apart. I grind my hips up, looking for something hard to rub against, because oh, that, oh wow, I think I could come like this. “Ford.”
He doesn’t stop.
I press my hands to his head and cry out his name again, and suddenly his other hand is between my legs, cupping my pussy through my panties. His fingers are perfect, flat and broad and strong against my clit, and I’m flying, coming apart as he pulls my breast deep into his mouth.