Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Marie
Wade shifted me on his lap, then stood with me in his arms like I weighed nothing. I felt his hard length press against me through his sweatpants, hot and thick and everything I'd been thinking about.
He laid me on the bed, arranging me on my back against the soft sheets, and I watched as he stood beside the bed, his gaze sweeping down my body like he was starving.
His eyes were dark with want, his hair mussed, and his chest rising and falling. He looked like something out of a dream—powerful and slightly out of control.
"Spread your legs for daddy," and his voice held that commanding tone that made me obey without thinking.
I let my legs fall open, spreading wide on the bed, and his eyes tracked down my body to where I was exposed and ready for him. He groaned, a raw, guttural sound.
“Stunning,” he breathed, then reached for the hem of my pink pajama shirt. "Arms up, darling."
I raised my arms and let him pull the shirt over my head, leaving me completely bare. I was craving his skin against mine, craving the weight of him, craving everything we'd been building up to this moment.
He climbed onto the bed, positioning his knees between my spread legs, and leaned down to kiss me. It was deep and devouring, his tongue against mine, making me forget everything except the taste of him.
His hand slid down my body while we kissed, cupping my breasts to squeeze, down my ribs and belly, to settle between my legs. His fingers found my clit again, rubbing in those circles that made me moan into his mouth.
My legs spread wider, opening for him, wanting more, and I felt him smile against my lips.
"So eager," he murmured, amused and heated. "My darling wants this so badly, doesn't she?"
"Yes," I breathed, not caring how desperate I sounded. "Yes, daddy. Now can we do it?”
He pulled back from the kiss with a chuckle and reached for the nightstand. He pulled out a box of condoms, the seal still intact, and I warmed at the small evidence that he'd been prepared but patient. That he'd waited for me to be ready.
He tore open the box, pulled one out, then tossed the package behind him and pushed his sweatpants down and off.
I’d tasted him, had him in my mouth, but seeing him hard and ready, about to be inside me, made my breath hitch.
He was big. Bigger than the toy, bigger than his fingers, and for a moment, hesitation flickered through my mind. But then he was rolling the condom on, and his eyes met mine, pale blue and full of promise that this would be good, that he'd make it good.
"Still with me?" he asked, settling his weight over me. One forearm rested beside my head, the other guiding himself to my entrance.
"Yes." I wrapped my arms around his neck, needing to hold him. "I'm here. I want this."
"Good girl," and I felt the soft head of him press against me, beginning to push inside.
The stretch was a bit shocking and intense. Different from the toy, different from his fingers, hotter, harder, and alive. I tensed, and he stopped, gritting his teeth.
"Breathe, darling.” His lips found my forehead, leaving soft kisses that were gentle and grounding. "Just breathe. I've got you."
I took a breath, forcing myself to relax, and he pushed in another inch. The feeling intensified, bordering on too much, and I closed my eyes against his neck.
"I know," he soothed, lips moving from my forehead to my ear. "I know it's a lot, but you’re taking daddy so well.” His breath was hot against my ear, his voice rough with restraint. "Just a little more, darling. You can take it."
He pushed in so slowly I could feel every ridge, every pulse of him inside me. It made me aware of every place we were connected, of how full I was. Of how he was claiming parts of me that had never been claimed so gently before.
His torso pressed against mine, chest to chest, skin to skin, and the weight of him was anchoring and real. His heart raced against mine, and I could feel the tension in his muscles as he held himself still. He took shaky breaths as he gave me time to adjust.
"Marie," he groaned again, against my neck, his lips finding the skin there and kissing it. "You feel so, so perfect. My brave girl taking all of her daddy.”
The praise made me clench around him, warmth flooding through me despite the intensity of the moment. He groaned again, deeper this time, and pushed the last inch inside until he was fully seated.
I felt so full I couldn't think straight, felt so stretched my mind was melting.
"How do you feel?" he asked, pulling back just enough to look at my face.
"Full," I managed, my voice breathy. "So full, but good. Really good, daddy."
"Yeah?" He smiled, then rolled his hips, a tiny movement that made me arch. "How about now?"
"Oh—" The sound came out strangled. The movement had shifted him inside me, pressing against places I didn't know could feel that good. "That's so good, more please.”
"Such a polite girl," he smiled, his lips finding my temple, my cheek, my jaw. "Asking so sweetly for daddy to fuck her.”
He started moving in and out, building a rhythm that was gentle but insistent. His forearm stayed braced beside my head, keeping most of his weight off me, while his other hand found my hip, holding me in place while he worked.
“I love your pussy,” he whispered against my ear, his breath hot and his voice rougher than I'd ever heard it. “It’s taking me so well, darling. Fifteen years I've got on you, and you're handling me like you were made for this."
The words made me feel cherished, special. Like being thirty-two to his forty-seven was exactly right.
His lips moved from my ear down to my neck, licking and sucking at the skin there. Marking me, probably, claiming me.
"Daddy," I breathed, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "That feels—you feel—"
"I know, darling.” His thrusts got deeper, harder, and I felt pleasure starting to build low in my belly. "Your body is learning. Learning that being filled can feel good. That daddy can make you feel things you never thought possible."
He was right. Every thrust was sending sensation spiraling through me, physical and emotional. Trust and pleasure mixed together until I couldn't separate one from the other.
“I’m so proud of you," he groaned, his hips snapping slightly harder. "So fucking proud of my brave girl. Asking for what she wants, taking what she needs. Trusting daddy to give it to her."
The praise made tears spring to my eyes, the good kind, and I felt myself getting wetter around him, felt my body opening further to accommodate him. Accepting him, wanting him.
"I love you," I gasped, the words spilling out. "Daddy, I love you so much."
He groaned, and his hand left my hip to cup my face. "I love you too, my darling. My Marie. You’re completely mine now."
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and the angle made me cry out. He was hitting something inside me that sent sparks through my entire body, making my toes curl and my back arch off the bed.
"There," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Right there.”
"I know." His voice was ragged, rough with need. "I can feel you clenching around me, how close you're getting."
His hand slid between us, finding my clit and rubbing in tight circles that matched his thrusts. He filled me completely while his fingers worked me higher and higher.
"Look at me," he commanded, and when my eyes met his, the intensity heightened every sensation. “You’re going to keep those eyes open when you come on my cock.”
The command, the way he was looking at me, the relentless pressure on my clit combined with his cock driving into me, it was too much.
"Daddy—" I gasped, my whole body tensing. "I'm gonna—oh god—"
“Yes,” he growled, his thrusts getting harder, faster. "Come for me, darling. Come on daddy’s cock.”
My whole body convulsed around him, pleasure crashing through me in waves so intense I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only feel. I cried out his name, his title, over and over while he kept thrusting, carrying me through it.
“So good,” he groaned, and I felt him stutter inside me. "Marie—darling—fuck—"
His rhythm faltered, became erratic, and then he buried himself deep with a low groan that I felt vibrate through his chest into mine. He pulsed inside me, filling the condom, his whole body shuddering with release.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us gasping for air, hearts racing, skin slick with sweat. He was still inside me, softening slightly, and I could feel the rapid beat of his pulse where we were connected.
“Wow,” I breathed, my hands sliding from his shoulders to his hair, running through the damp strands.
"Yeah," he agreed, his voice muffled against my neck. “You were very ‘wow,’ my darling.”
He ended up pressing soft kisses to my skin as we both came down from the high. His weight remained solid and anchoring on top of me, and I didn't want him to move. I wanted to stay like this forever.
But then I felt him hardening inside me again.
I froze, my eyes going wide. “How…?”
"Mmm." He lifted his head to look at me, and amusement danced in his pale eyes along with renewed heat.
"Are you—" I stared at him in disbelief. "Are you hard again?”
“Yeah.” He rolled his hips slightly, and I felt him definitely getting hard again inside me.
"You're forty-seven,” I protested, but I was giggling even as fresh arousal sparked through me. "Aren't you supposed to need... a recovery period? A nap? Some juice?"
He chuckled, the sound rumbling between us. "You'd think, but not with you.”
“You’re too perfect,” I pouted, my legs already tightening around his waist again.
"It's impossible not to be hard,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my lips. "When I have the most beautiful woman in the world beneath me." Another kiss. "How am I supposed to stay soft when you look at me like that? When you feel like this around me?"