Chapter 24 #2
Heat flooded through me at his words, and I got wetter, my body already preparing for more even though we'd just finished.
He pulled out carefully, and we both made sounds at the loss. He disposed of the condom and turned back to the bed. “Shall we take care of this again?”
He reached behind him on the bed where he'd thrown the box of condoms, grabbing another one and ripping it open with his teeth. I watched him roll it on, mesmerized by the sight of his hands on himself.
His eyes heated immediately, and he climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. “This time, I’m going to really fuck you, darling. Think you can handle that?"
My breath caught. "Yes."
He pushed inside me in one smooth thrust, and we both moaned. I was still sensitive from before, still stretched, and he slid in easily. But the fullness was just as intense, just as perfect.
He didn't start slow this time. He set a hard, driving force that made me cry out with every thrust. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place while he fucked me with purpose.
"Daddy,” I gasped, my hands fisting in the sheets.
"I know." His voice was strained, even rougher than before. "You feel it? How deep daddy is inside you?”
He shifted, sitting back on his knees and pulling my hips up with him. My upper shoulders stayed on the bed, but my lower body was lifted, held in the air by his strong hands as he thrust down into me at this new, deep angle.
"Fuck," he groaned, his eyes locked on where we were joined. “This pussy is just swallowing my cock."
The position was obscene and hit something deep inside me that made me see stars. I couldn't do anything but lie there and take it, completely at his mercy, and it was exactly what I needed.
His eyes traveled up my body, and his expression darkened with hunger as he watched my breasts bounce with every hard thrust. The sight seemed to drive him wild because his pace picked up.
We were both sweating, our skin slick and glistening in the low light. His hair fell forward into his face, making him look wild and untamed. His muscled chest and arms were on full display, flexing with each powerful thrust, and god, he was beautiful like this.
Completely in control, yet also completely lost within me.
He reached over to the side without pulling out, maintaining that connection while he fumbled in the drawer. When his hand emerged, he was holding the pink vibrating wand.
“The wand?”
“Now seems like a good time to try it.” His voice was dark with want. He turned it on, and the buzzing sound filled the room. “You’re going to love it, darling.”
Before I could respond, he brought it to my breast, brushing it against my nipple.
I squeaked and clenched so hard around him that he groaned.
“Shit—darling," he strained, moving the wand to my other nipple.
The vibrations on my nipple made me clench again, pleasure bordering on too much, and he groaned louder this time. His hips resumed their rhythm, thrusting slow and deep while he teased my breasts with the wand.
“It’s a lot, yeah?” he crooned, watching my face as he moved the wand in circles around one nipple, then the other. “You’re shaking, and I haven't even put this where you really want it yet."
He dragged the wand down my sternum, over my belly, and I squeaked again when the vibrations hit my navel. My whole body clenched, and he laughed a dark, pleased sound.
“You couldn’t be more perfect,” he purred, his thrusts getting harder again. His hair was completely in his face now, wild and damp with sweat, and his body was a perfect display of controlled power as he thrusted.
Then he moved it lower, right to my clit.
The sensation hit me like lightning. I thrashed on the bed, my back arching, a loud sound rising from my throat at the overwhelming combination of him filling me while the wand buzzed against my clit.
“Oh, you love it,” he growled, holding my hips steady while he thrust harder, faster, the wand pressed firmly against me. "Let go, darling. Stop thinking and just feel."
My mind emptied completely. There was nothing except the feeling of him stretching me, filling me, claiming me, combined with the vibrations on my clit that were driving me out of my mind.
"Daddy—" I tried to say more, but words were impossible. My brain had short-circuited, leaving only sensation and need and the building pressure that was about to consume me.
"Come," he urged, his voice drifting through the thick pleasure. "Come, darling.”
The orgasm hit me, and my whole body seized, clenching around him so hard he cursed, and pleasure ignited through every nerve ending. I screamed, unable to control the sounds tearing from my throat.
He kept the wand on my clit, kept thrusting through my orgasm, and it just kept going. Wave after wave of pleasure so intense I couldn’t think.
He came himself through the blissful haze, his hips slamming into me one final time as he buried himself deep. I felt him pulsing inside me, shuddering with the force of his release.
He finally turned off the wand and dropped it somewhere on the bed, his hands coming to frame my face as he collapsed over me. We were both holding each other, him pressing kisses to my face.
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close while we both tried to remember how to breathe. We were sweaty and exhausted, and completely satisfied.
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you too," he murmured back, pressing soft kisses all over my face. "My Marie."