Chapter 12 #2
She whimpers after I kiss her, after I lick her tongue and groan at the flavor. Her gaze is loaded with a question when I pull away.
“What?” I shove her thighs open and climb on top of her.
Danger. We’re both naked, and we haven’t talked about protection or limits or anything else, but I’m so fucking happy I just want to spread her legs open and fuck her until she screams.
“Rosie,” I growl. “Say whatever you were wondering there. I don’t want any secrets between us.”
“You really liked it? My mouth on you?”
“I want it again already. It’s been a long time for me.”
She lets out a clearly relieved exhale.
“Was that your worry? I told you, you’re all I’ve wanted for months.”
“Okay.”
She makes a jealous face. “So there’s nobody back home calling you Daddy?”
My cock pulses, demanding I fill her immediately. Pre-come slicks the tip once again as I stare down at her. “What?”
Her eyes flare. Her tongue darts out. “Just wondering.”
It’s fucked up. We’re already in a precarious position. I should be doing everything to make her feel normal and more like my equal.
But that’s not what I want. I want to shield her from the world, not push her out into it.
I want to wrap her in my arms and never let go.
Of course, she’s my equal. But she’s also a good girl—the best and sweetest girl—and if I can’t use my decades of experience to put myself between her and everything rocky that might come next, what am I even doing?
“Where did that come from?” My voice rasps quietly between us.
She wriggles beneath me, spreading her legs. “Wild speculation from a certain bridesmaid.” Her ankles hook around my waist, and her sweet, wet cunt finds my cock. “Forget I mentioned it. I just want to make you feel good again.”
I curl my hand over her shoulder, pressing her into the mattress. “That’s not how this works. You don’t just make me feel good. For every orgasm you give me, I need to give you at least two.”
“What?” She laughs. “No.”
“I’m serious.”
“That sounds unnecessarily rigid.”
“Have you met me?”
She inhales sharply. “I’ve known you my whole life,” she whispers.
Against my cock, she’s getting wetter. Slick like warm honey. She likes that part a lot. All the old man jokes. Leesa’s comments getting under her skin.
She has nothing to worry about. Rosie is stunning, effortlessly sexy. Utterly captivating to me and all I can see when I walk into a room. And she has no idea.
You’re everything I would ever want. It’s on the tip of my tongue. Instead, I grab her wrists and pin them over her head. “What if I told you I just want to take care of you? Make my sweet girl feel good? Is that less rigid enough?”
She squirms against my grip, and I immediately let go—only to grab her again when she grins. “Yes,” she pants.
“And what if I want to show you things you haven’t done before?”
“Like what?”
“Mmm. . ” I graze my nose along her neck, breathing her in. “That depends.”
My heart hammers in my chest. I catch her ear lobe between my teeth, grazing her flesh.
She’s humping me shamelessly now, coating me in her essence. Her cunt flows for me because of this wild connection we have.
I owe it to her to bare my soul.
Exhaling slowly, I lower my voice to a dark whisper. “Why don’t you tell Daddy what you want to learn?”
She cries out.
“Is that what you want to do?”
A nod. A desperate, sexy, out-of-control jerk of her head, and I claim her mouth again. Curious little girl. Sexy little slut. My fucking girl, all mine.
It makes me dizzy. I thrust against her, jizz threatening to spill out of me, all over her belly.
“Please,” she begs.
“Tell me what you need.”
“I want you inside me.” She catches my face in her hands, slowing me down. Our breath syncs up as she holds my gaze. “Show me how it can be good, Daddy.”
I hate what that implies. That she’s tried before, and it wasn’t everything she wanted. But I fucking love that I’ll make it better for her. “I don’t have any condoms.” I brace myself on one arm and smooth my hand over her tummy. “I can pull out if it’s a safe time. Do you know your cycle?”
“Just like that? So matter of fact?” She laughs slightly. “I’m on the pill. It’s okay.”
I slide my fingers lower, tracing through her curls to the bare lips of her pussy. They’re slick with need, swollen and ready to stretch around my cock.
And now that I know there’s no chance I’ll accidentally knock her up. . . I frown and duck my head to her breast, licking a hungry swirl around her hard nipple.
Am I disappointed she’s on the pill?
Am I that much of a caveman?
I suck harder and slide my fingers around her clit. Two of them rock into her tight channel. Finger fucking her cunt helps shake that thought away. Yes, I am a caveman. Now is not the time to worry about what the fuck that means for tomorrow and the day after.
She’s safe from my desire to breed her, at least for tonight. One kink tamped down, another rising in a fast and furious way.
“You’re so tight,” I murmur against her neck as I lift her hips up and notch my cock against her slit. “Hold on to me, baby. Don’t let go, even if it hurts.”
“Why will it—” Rosie gasps as I use her slick, ready pussy, sinking all the way into her body in one unbelievable thrust.
Tight doesn’t begin to describe it.
As ready as her body was in theory, in practice, she’s never had a cock as fat as mine in her innocent pussy. If I’d wondered just how inexperienced she was, now I know.
I’ve stretched her to limits she’s never felt before. My inner caveman roars in savage delight.
And my sweet girl clings to me, as instructed, panting unevenly in my ear.
I pulse my hips, just a little, and the panicky gasps increase.
“Shhh,” I whisper, fucking enjoying every little sound she makes and the wide-eyed looks she’s giving me. “You’re okay. You’re good. So good.”
“No, wait.”
I press my hips into her again. “Take all the time you need. Breathe through it.”
“I thought it would be easier. . .” She throws her head back as if arching her body might help find some extra room for the erection I’ve shoved inside her. “Daniel!”
“I’ve got you.”
“You’ve impaled me.” She squirms, her pants turning to lusty moans as she finds a wriggly rhythm. “Oh, God.”
“Ready for me to show you how good it can be?” I whisper as I kiss her mouth. My heart is hammering in my chest.
She shakes her head. No.
“But this is what you wanted.” I sound cajoling now.
She smiles. “I take it back. I want to play the poker face game again.”
I grin right back. “We can do that right now. Show me that this isn’t affecting you.”
“I can’t.” She squirms again, clearly ready for me to take over. She’s searching for a feeling she can’t quite make happen on her own.
“Rosie.”
“Yes?”
“Do you trust me?”
Her breath hitches. “Yes.”
I sweep my hand down her body, relishing how she feels in my arms. Shaking with need and ready to explode. I squeeze her hip, her ass, and then I start to move.
I watch her face as I drag my length out of her, inch by inch. I see the moment her brows furrow because she suddenly feels empty, and then I give it back to her.
Her lips part in a silent gasp.
I do it again.
Watching the whole time. Memorizing where she likes it the most. Halfway in on the third thrust, I slow down, then pulse there.
“Look down,” I bite out. “See how you can take me.”
She’s stretched wide, but her skin glistens with the slick she’s made. And as I fuck her—in and out, in and out, the flared head of my cock rocks against her G spot—she makes even more.
Within minutes, she’s taking me all the way in with ease.
And still, she clings to me.
“What else do you want Daddy to show you?” I ask as I peel her arms from around my neck and press them over her head. Her back arches, and I latch on to her breasts.
Still fucking her. Slow and steady.
I can do this all night.
She cries out my name and tangles her fingers in my hair.
“What’s that?” I grin against her chest. “You want to be on top?”
She laughs and then shrieks as I flip us over. She slides off my cock, and I drag her up to my face, diving into her cunt for another taste of her swollen goodness.
“Ride my face,” I order her as I lap between her folds.
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Whatever feels good.”
She braces herself on the headboard and gazes down at me. “So all those TikToks about if I die, I die happy weren’t kidding?”
I roll my eyes. “Grown men know how to breathe and suck pussy at the same time, baby. Leave that part to me. But if you killed me in the next five minutes, it would be the best death ever, yes.”
“So just. . .” She wiggles her hips, and her plump pussy lips graze my mouth. “Like that?”
I growl and yank her onto my face.
Yes, like that.
Never fucking stop, like that.
I don’t let her go until she shatters. Then I spin her around on top of me and use her again, my favorite person, the only one I’ve ever shared anything half this filthy with.
Daddy’s little girl, his grown-up vixen. My secret lover. I work my erection into her again, and she takes every inch this time. I stroke in and out of her, eager to finish now.
“I’m going to come in you,” I whisper as I hold her on top of me.
She smiles. “Good.”
“Fill you up.”
“Mmm.”
“Make you all—” I cut myself off as my vision dims and my orgasm crashes over me. Sticky.
Thud. Thud. Thud. My pulse is a monster, stomping through my body. Heavy. Loud. My cock twitches, still spending inside her.
And on top of me, little Rosie Johnson giggles.
“I didn’t know sex could be like that,” she says after we get cleaned up.
“It isn’t. Ever. With anyone else. The only person who is that good at sex in the whole world is me when I’m with you, so don’t get any—”
She kisses me softly, her little lips sipping at my mouth. And she’s smiling. “Good to know, old man.”
I tangle my fingers in her hair and hold her still. Kiss her properly. And then I press my forehead against hers and tell her the truth. “It is like that when it’s right. And it should always be that good. If it’s not, you kick the asshole out of bed because he doesn’t deserve you.”
She nips at me, snapping her teeth. “I want to do it again.” She climbs on top of me. “When can we do it again?”
I slap her ass lazily. “You want to ride Daddy’s face?”
She grins. “Yes, please.”
“Let me tell you about the first thought I had when I saw you in the airport. . .”