Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
DON’T HOLD BACK
Beckett
Minutes. It took minutes to coax another orgasm from Addison’s sweet, pink lips.
Her cunt tasted as perfect as I’d imagined, and her pussy clenched harder than I remembered.
“Okay, okay,” she muttered tiredly, hand tugging my hair to pull me off her. “Please, fuck me.”
It was adorable how the curse words didn’t come naturally to her, and honestly, it made her even more unbelievably attractive. Slowly but surely she was opening up, and I loved witnessing every second of it.
“My pleasure.” I pushed up onto my knees and dragged my briefs off.
“Do you have a condom?” I’d slipped one in my wallet just in case, but Addison nodded emphatically.
She rolled over to reach into her bedside drawer, and fuck, her ass was so perky and tempting.
I couldn’t help but squeeze it and run my finger over her tight hole.
She gasped but bucked back into my touch, and a devious smile slipped over my lips as I considered all the dirty, wonderful things I could do with her.
She turned around and sat on her knees in front of me.
Tearing the condom open with her teeth, she pulled it out and rolled it over my shaft, which pulsed in appreciation.
As she slid it all the way down, she leaned forward and kissed my neck.
Groaning in appreciation, she pumped my cock with slow, languid strokes and brushed her lips over the center of my throat.
But I wasn’t in the mood to be teased. I wanted her in the worst way, and I needed to be inside her sooner rather than later.
My reflex was to collar my hand around her neck, restricting her airway without doing any serious damage, but we hadn’t discussed her limits, so instead, I pressed my hand lightly to her throat. It was a hint of what I wanted to do without any pressure or impact.
“Turn around,” I commanded, and her green eyes flared with lust. She licked her lips and spun, knowing exactly what I wanted.
All I had to do was tug her backward just a little until she was right where I needed her.
Right where I could see every part of our reflection in the mirror she’d leaned against the wall beside her bed.
She tossed her hair to the side, and I watched her expression in the reflection when she realized you could see us both in the mirror.
Poised behind her, I was mesmerized by the perfect shape of her curves.
“God, we look so good together. Don’t we, baby girl?” I asked, running a hand over her ass and up the center of her back.
She locked eyes with me in the mirror before she agreed, “Yes, Daddy. So good.”
“Fuck.” The things that one little word did to me. But it wasn’t just the word, it was the woman who uttered it like she knew just how much it riled me up. Like she enjoyed saying it just as much as I liked hearing it.
My hand tangled in the back of her hair—again being careful not to grab too hard—and slammed into her cunt in one swift motion. She lurched forward, face twisting in pleasure and pain, and fingers grasping the sheets beneath her.
I took a moment before I moved. It was necessary because I could already feel my balls drawing up and my orgasm wanting to make itself known, but I also wanted to give her a chance to catch her breath.
But apparently my moment was too long for my baby girl, because as I stared down at where she stretched so prettily around me, she began to thrust back onto my cock.
“Eager little slut,” I muttered, and I peered at the mirror. Her eyes were locked on our reflection even with her head still lying on the bed.
“Yes, just for you, Daddy.”
“You’re absolutely right. Just for Daddy. All for Daddy.”
I didn’t know what the hell I was saying anymore. All I knew was the woman impaled on my cock must have had me under a goddamn spell.
Grabbing her hips, I began a slow, deep roll of my hips. She gasped, and her mouth dropped open as her eyes slid shut. God, she felt fucking amazing. So warm and tight. Wet enough that I easily slipped in and out of her, grazing every inch of her inner walls as I went.
“Harder,” she begged, and I gritted my teeth. The effort of holding back was brutal, so I did as she wanted. Especially since she begged so prettily.
My hips snapped harder in and out of her, and she moaned in satisfaction. Pushing a hand through my hair, I shoved it out of my face before I returned my unforgiving hold on her hips.
Her ass recoiled with every thrust, and I was transfixed by the sight. The sight of my cock disappearing inside her perfect cunt and her face screwed up in pleasure.
She leaned onto her elbows and caught my attention in the mirror.
“I can feel you holding back,” she panted. “Don’t.”
I growled and grabbed hold of the back of her hair, twisting my fingers through the silky, pink strands. “We haven’t discussed your boundaries, your limits.”
“I don’t care.”
Her unwavering stare held mine in our reflection, and her hand covered mine at the back of her head. There was no doubt clouding her eyes, and fuck, I wasn’t strong enough to fight it any longer.
“If you want to stop, say ‘red.’ Tell me you understand.”
She shivered and nodded. “I understand, Daddy. Now, please fuck me like you want to.”
And I did.
My hand in her hair tightened, and I smacked her ass hard. Pink immediately bloomed over her skin, and I watched her cheek bounce with the impact. I did it again and again, and every time she cried out into her silent room. My thrusts between slaps were rough and unforgiving, but Addison held on.
Even when tears ran down her eyes and her cries broke off into whimpered moans and sobs, she took it all.
Yanking her up with my hand in her hair, I tugged until her back was plastered to my front. She was a fucking goddess. Her tits bounced with each thrust, and her lips were indefinitely parted.
With one hand around her throat, I slipped the other one down her stomach until I found her overly sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.
“Please,” she begged.
Quick, short circles over her clit, I tightened my hand around her throat, and I could feel her dripping around my cock. I pressed my mouth to her ear and nipped at her lobe, the blush from her cheeks spreading across her skin like an unyielding fire and tears smearing her makeup.
“Come for me, baby girl. Look at us in the mirror and come all over Daddy’s cock. I want to watch you fall apart. Yes, let me watch you.”
“Don’t stop,” she cried, one of her hands latching around my forearm at her throat while the other dove behind us to tangle in my hair.
“I’ll never stop. I won’t stop. Just fall apart. I’ll catch you. Just let go.”
“Yes, yes,” she chanted, bucking back and forth, impaling herself harder onto my cock and pushing into my hand. “I’m coming, Daddy. Oh, fuck.”
Watching the pleasure bloom across her features, there was no better sight.
She clenched around me so hard, my thrusts stuttered, and my own orgasm pounded through me.
Pumping the condom full, I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in her neck as we both shook.
We rode out every aftershock together, holding onto each other and drawing out our pleasure.
“Oh my—” she sighed contentedly. “Best first date ever.”
Chuckling, I placed a light kiss on her neck and breathed her in.
“Best date ever,” I agreed, intentionally dropping the “first” because qualifying the statement would have made it untrue. It wasn’t just the best first date, it was the best date. Full stop.
“I’m glad I said ‘yes,’” she said, turning just enough so she could peek at me over her shoulder.
My cock was slowly softening inside her, but I didn’t dare move.
“And I just want to make sure you know that I’m not a cheater.
Like a serial cheater or anything. I wouldn’t do that again.
It was a one-time thing that, like I said, I don’t regret. ”
“I’m glad you said yes, too, Bubbles. And I know that’s not who you are. Don’t worry.”
Her hand cupped my cheek, delicate fingers running through the thick stubble on my chin, and her eyes softened as she smiled.
“And also I’m glad you found me. Whether intentional or not,” she said with a short laugh.
I returned her smile, and she dragged her thumb along my lower lip. “Well, that’s the thing, Bubbles. Now that I’ve found you, there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go.”