Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Neely
I’ve touched myself before and licked my fingers off, but that’s nothing compared to the scent and taste of me all over Ford’s face.
And he loves it. He can’t stop telling me that, even as I lick the corner of his mouth and wipe off his cheek. He catches my fingers and licks them, not letting any go untasted.
“I want you to come on my face,” he rumbles.
But I already have my hand on his thick erection again, trying to rub it against my pussy. His hand is in the way, but the sound he makes when his hard meets my wet is amazing.
A gasp, a growl, and a grunt all rolled into one.
“I want to come on your cock,” I whisper back.
“It’s not that easy your first time.” He presses his forehead against mine. “Better if you come first.”
“I already did once,” I point out.
“That was just the start.” He sucks in a breath as I wedge the pre-come-covered crown of his cock in beside his finger, where he’s just inside my body a little.
Even this much feels overwhelming. Full and too much and not enough at the same time.
“Ford.”
“Neely, this isn’t up for negotiation.” He swears under his breath, then flips me over, slapping my ass lightly. “Who am I?”
“My big sexy crush.”
Another slap, then he hauls my hips into the air, his fingers back between my thighs as soon as I’m in the position he wants. Face down, ass up. “Who am I?”
“My father’s best friend.”
That makes him roar, and one of those fingers slides deeper into me than before. “Neely McIntosh, who the fuck am I?”
“You’re my Daddy,” I moan, grinning into his sheet.
“So you need to do what I say.”
I shiver. “Is that so?”
“Yes, that’s fucking so. You need to dress warmly and come on my face.”
“That’s it? Two rules?”
Behind me, he squeezes my ass cheeks with both hands, then presses them apart, showing him. . . all of me. Every naughty inch.
“There will be more rules,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my crease. “Once we get to know each other better in this new relationship. But those two are nonnegotiable. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. I—” The rest of what I might say is lost at the deliriously good first swipe of his tongue against pussy. How is it even better from behind? I thought it felt amazing before, but I’d also been able to stop him and ask for a kiss.
Like this, I’m not stopping him. I grind back against him shamelessly, rubbing against his face as he gets comfortable.
My whole body goes limber and warm as he eats me out, and this time when he eases a finger into me, my body is slick and ready.
His thick knuckle stretches my entrance in a good way, and then he adds a second finger, and I take that, too.
He’s fucking me. Finger fucking, and it feels good. I’m full, and a climax is building. Ford is fucking me. Working his fingers in and out of my body, his mouth on my clit. I’m a sloppy mess for him, and it’s everything I thought it could be and more.
Especially when his other hand grips one ass cheek and his thumb slides over my back hole. I jerk in surprise, and he murmurs something I can’t catch because when he does it again, it lights me up. Less surprise, more oh wow, yes, Daddy.
I lose it, a climax ripping through me, and he rolls me over as I cry out in pleasure.
He crawls on top of me, a big man, all warm and furry and hard and soft. Perfect. I’m so, so ready by the time he notches his cock against my slick, swollen pussy.
“I—” He’s breathing hard as he pauses. “Tell me this is okay.”
I nod slowly, smiling from ear to ear. “I want this.”
He presses into me.
Ready may have been a premature assessment of the situation, though.
He’s big. Bigger than I thought. Bigger than I ever could have imagined. And the mind-searing pleasure that comes with the initial entrance of his heavy cock into my body quickly gives way to something else. A brain cell scattering sensation that’s almost like pain, but not.
He won’t fit, I think. It’s stupid; of course, he will. But he can’t right now because I feel like he’s stopped, and then I have a second horrible thought.
He’s changed his mind.
Fuck.
“Breathe, Neely.” His voice is so deep, so warm, and it grounds me.
I blink my eyes open.
“Let Daddy in.” His low, private words light a fire inside me. His ardent gaze searches my face as he starts to move again. “You feel so good, baby. Your sweet little cunt was made for me. You’ll see. Let me in so I can show you how good you can feel.”
“I don’t know how,” I whisper back. “Show me.”
He shifts his weight, one big hand grazing down my torso, lighting a path of goosebumps and funny feelings from my breast to my belly to my hip.
“Picture me inside you. Daddy’s cock, all the way in your little belly.
It’s okay that I’m big. It’s good that I’m big.
I’m going to fill your sweet hole all the way up.
That’s what you secretly want, so think about it. ”
“How do you know?” I ask in wonder.
“The same way you knew what I wanted.” He shudders as I make a tentative rock of my hips. “Yes, baby. Fuck, you’re getting wetter thinking about it, aren’t you?”
“Is this what you dreamed of? Being too big for me?” As I say it, I feel what he feels, a slickness from inside me, making it impossible to resist the hard press of his erection.
His hand squeezes my hip. “Yes.” And then he takes the filthy fantasy a step further. “Close your eyes, Neely. Pretend you’re alone in bed at your house. All turned on and horny because Uncle Ford is staying over, and you want him to sneak into your little girl bedroom and touch you.”
I gasp, my body lit up with electricity now, tight and taut and wonderful. Between my legs, a whole new level of heat blooms. How did he know? “Would you have?”
Before. When I was too young.
He swears under his breath. “No.”
I smile and blink my eyes open at him, my hips moving now, my slit slippery and smooth as I rock beneath him. His heavy cock pushes deeper into me. “I think you would have.”
He thrusts, making me gasp, then jerks his hips back. “We can play that game sometime. But this is where I wanted you for the first time. My bed. Alone. Little Neely all grown up. A woman for me to claim.”
I want that, too. I want it all. “Then claim me.”
He locks his gaze on mine as he presses into me again, this time not stopping until he’s all the way inside, fully seated and taking up so much space it’s hard to breathe.
Or maybe it’s hard to breathe because his gaze is so dark, so intense, that nothing exists outside the two of us in this moment, me beneath him—finally.
When he moves again, it’s different.
This time, when his heavy length drags out of me, I’m instantly hollow. I need him back, so I move, too, chasing him, clinging to him.
Needing him.
He wraps me in his arms, his body heavy and protective as we slip into a perfect rhythm.
He knows just how to cradle me so his cock rubs against the right spots, lighting me up inside.
He knows how long to hold himself inside me until that overwhelming feeling subsides and gives way to the deepest, most unimaginable pleasure.
I thought I knew what it would be like.
I thought I knew what I wanted.
Those girlish fantasies pale compared to being Ford’s lover. I couldn’t have guessed at the wild edge to it, this desperate flutter inside. The if he doesn’t fuck me harder, I might die of need kind of edge.
“More,” I plead.
He gives me more.
“Harder,” I beg, and he gives me that, too.
Everything I vocalize between panting, gasping sounds, he gives me—and more.
“You feel incredible,” he whispers against my mouth before kissing me and fucking my mouth with his tongue like his cock fucks my pussy. He rides me like I’m exactly the dirty girl I want to be for him.
He sees me and wants me, just as I am.
I wrap my arms and legs around him, clinging to him as I climb closer to release. “Who am I?”
He huffs a laugh as he plants one hand beside my head and scoops his other arm around my waist, locking us together. I’m a rag doll to him, little and pliant. “You’re mine.”
“Your what?”
Inside, I feel his cock swelling, getting bigger. Stretching me from the inside out. “My little one.”
“Your little one,” I breathe back, starting to float. I feel tight inside, on the cusp. “Your. . .”
“My baby.” He groans, his next thrust rough. “God, I want to fill you up.”
A fresh wave of heat slams into me, imagining his come deep inside me, then spilling out. I cry out, clenching around him, and he fucks me through it, pounding me into the bed now, rough and wild.
As soon as I collapse, he pulls out with a grunt and slides his erection against my wetness. The head bumps against my clit and pushes through my folds as he spurts his release on top of my mound and up my belly.
I reach for it, sliding my fingers through the warm evidence that I undid him completely. “I thought you were going to finish inside me.”
He’s breathing hard as he kisses me. “Almost did.”
“Would I have felt it? There’s so much. . .”
He makes a wounded sound. “Yeah, baby. You’d have felt it.”
“Will you do that soon?”
He bites my lip instead of answering, then climbs off the bed. “Don’t move.”
“Where would I go?” I call after him as he disappears into the hallway. “I’m covered in your come.”
He laughs and reappears in the doorway with a towel. “I’m very aware.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” I tell him as he wipes off my skin.
He’s careful and thorough, his gaze lingering on the swollen and sore flesh between my legs. “What question was that? I got distracted by how pretty you are.”
I blush. “You like looking at me there?”
“I sure do.” His fingers replace the towel. “I wasn’t too rough, was I? You still look so little and soft.”
“I’m fine.” I catch his hand and rock against it. “Think about how messy I would be right now if all of that was inside me.”
He grunts. “It’d be sliding out now.”
I shiver. “When will we do that?”
“Ah. That was the question. When am I going to finish inside you?” He exhales roughly and stretches out beside me. “Come here.”
I roll into his side, and he arranges me so I’m plastered against him. Touching as much as possible, his arm tight around my body.
“One thing at a time,” he finally says. “You might wake up tomorrow and want nothing more to do with me.”