Chapter 30
CHAPTER 30
Y es, Daddy .
He smirked at the hunger in her eyes, because he was now completely addicted to her calling him that every day for the rest of their lives. This woman was not only the greatest person he’d known, but the best thing he’d seen in decades. There was a part of him that wanted to be an animal and take her like that, bury himself as deep as he promised a few minutes ago. The other part wanted to love her, kiss every inch of that delicious body once more and as many times as he could. Then make love to her.
“Raff.” Her voice was small, a slight furrow on her brow. “You with me, hotshot?”
“Yeah. Making sure this is real.”
“This is very real,” she whispered, hands sliding along his body and down to where his cock was hardening again.
He grabbed her wrists and raised them over her head. “Keep them there.”
She wriggled, making her breasts bounce with the slight movement and he dipped his head to lick a nipple. Daisy gasped, her hands threading through his hair as soon as he released her. He knew she wouldn’t follow instructions, and he would allow it this one time. He licked, sucked and nipped at her skin as he crawled down her body, the sounds of her moaning spurring him on. Stopping at her soft stomach, he looked up and smirked at the look in her eyes—dark with desire and sparking with impatience.
“You’re not doing what I told you.”
“I need to touch you.” She huffed and reluctantly raised her arms over her head again, putting her beautiful body on display for him. Rafferty kissed as he moved over her again, lowering his hips and pressing against hers. She gasped at the contact. Between the wet lace rubbing against him and the way she stared, he was fully hard again. He caught her mouth in a rough kiss, drawing another sound out of her while continuing to rub himself against her wet center. She lifted her hips to rock with his movements, and he raised his body off hers.
“Minx,” he teased, sitting up on his knees and she smirked in response. At this angle, she was an absolutely delicious sight to behold. His eyes traced her stretch marks and how it matched the silver lines he’d inked onto his left arm. He lingered on the skyline tattooed below her breasts and down to the flowers inked along her left side. He dragged a finger along the leaf that stretched onto her hip and sighed softly at how fucking perfect she was.
“I can’t…” he trailed off as he hooked his fingers into the top of her underwear. She lifted her hips and he slid the lace off before adding, “I can’t believe I’m yours.”
“You are mine,” she replied.
He lifted the wet material to his nose and inhaled deeply before tossing it aside. “Does this make you mine?”
“I’ve always been yours, Raff. Since the morning I shared my Pop-Tart with you.”
“You remember that.”
She nodded. “I remember everything, honey. You and me, we’re meant to be.”
He smiled, heart pressing against his chest. “Yeah, sweetheart. Meant to be.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too. Always .” As he spoke, Rafferty ran his hands down and under her thighs. He lifted her legs and pressed them towards her chest, his palms pushing against the soft flesh to spread her open.
“Raff!” she cried, hands scrambling to reach for him.
“You gotta be quiet. We don’t need anyone charging in here to protect you.”
“Warn a girl first.”
“I thought you wanted to be manhandled,” he countered and she opened her mouth to respond, but snapped it shut with a scowl.
Keeping her spread, he scooted down the bed on his knees and dipped his head to lick her with the flat of his tongue. She gasped, fingers grabbing at his hair. He dragged his tongue up and down a few times, feeling her thighs tremble under his hand. He gave her pussy one more swipe then set her feet on his shoulder as he straightened up. With his eyes on her, he kissed along the inside of her ankle and the arch of her foot as his fingers trailed down her leg. With the tips of his fingers, he traced and teased her pussy, smirking as her body twitched.
“What about protection?”
Her hips rocked against his hand, seeking more contact as she replied, “My last test came back negative and I’m on the pill.” A soft moan spilled out as he dipped a finger inside her. “I’d prefer if we used condoms,” she added, hooded gaze meeting his.
It was in the unsaid words of not wanting a surprise pregnancy. He didn’t want that either. Not because he was against having another kid, but because he now knew that the chances of that pregnancy breaking Daisy were very high. Losing her wasn’t an option, not when he’d just gotten her back.
“I haven’t been with anyone in years, but my last test came back negative too,” he told her and she nodded, bottom lip tucked between her teeth. “Condoms are in the drawer.”
“You expect me to move from this very comfortable position to retrieve them?”
He chuckled and to make it even harder, pushed two fingers into her. Her back bowed off the bed and she slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the moan. It still bounced off the walls, but he was proud of her for trying. He twisted his fingers and pushed deeper, making her shudder. Her pussy clamped around the digits and he gritted his teeth as he spread and scissored his fingers. When she reached for him with her other hand, he swiped his thumb back and forth over her clit.
“Oh my fuck . You’re not keeping your word,” she panted.
“How can I when you’re riding my hand like that?”
“ Raff .”
“Come for me once more and I’ll give you what you want.”
She growled, a sound that was so in contrast to the woman he knew her to be. Daisy gripped the sheets with both hands as her body undulated against his thrusts. The soft folds at her sides, the heaviness of her breasts and the shaking of her thighs—it was difficult to look anywhere but at her, his eyes drawn to all the things that he knew she didn’t always like about herself.
When she started to clench, pussy pulsing around his fingers, he fucked her faster, thumb still working her clit. Her head snapped back and before she could get a sound out, she was smothering it with a pillow. He watched the orgasm shudder through her with a smile, her brown skin pinking as she came down.
He dragged the pillow away to see her blissed out expression. He gave her a minute to recover before pulling out of her. She watched him as he sucked his fingers clean, her tongue slipping out to wet her lips.
“Now,” he said slowly, shifting away from her. She whined as her leg dropped to the bed and all contact was lost. “What do you want?”
“I want—” her chest heaved as she smirked “—to be debauched. To be devoured and destroyed.”
His mouth went dry and his cock took notice. He swallowed and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
“ Oh . I like that.”
“Better than darlin’?”
“Nothing is better than that.”
“Good, because I like how it makes you quiver ,” he teased and pulled open the drawer of his nightstand. Tearing open the box, he tossed a handful of wrappers onto the bed.
“Ambitious, are we?”
“Confident.”
She smirked and took the condom he held out. He returned to the position kneeling between her legs. She poked his stomach with one foot, dragged it up his torso until he grabbed her ankle and raised it to his mouth. She ripped the packet open and he lowered her leg as she sat up. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, watching every ripple of her body and shift of the tattoos on her warm skin.
Until she touched him.
A rumble started in his chest and he followed her movements as she notched the condom over his tip and slowly rolled it down his length. All the torture he’d put her through was now coming back to bite him in the ass. He pressed his lips together as she took way more time than was necessary, circling his base, stroking upwards and down even slower. When she dragged her finger along the underside of his cock, he snapped. He grabbed both her hands and pushed her onto her back and pinned her wrists to the bed. Her eyes were wide and lips curved into a devilish smile.
“Just like that, hotshot. Devour me,” she whispered.
His heart raced at the realization that he’d been so rough with her. He’d never been that way with anyone before, but he’d thought about it. Imagined what it would feel like to have someone pinned under him. Here was this woman that wanted that, wanted him to do that to her.
“You really liked that?” he asked softly, searching her dark eyes and seeing desire reflected back at him.
“Everything you’re doing? I love it. And you know why?” At the slight shake of his head, she added, “Because I love you and trust you. Because I know you’re not doing it to hurt me, you’re doing it because you’re so fucking turned on and feral for me.”
Feral. What an apt word for how she makes me feel.
“Debauched, devoured and destroyed, right?” he whispered.
She grinned. “Why don’t you ruin me too, hotshot.”
The willpower he was practicing was quite something, because even though his dick was right where he needed to be, he kissed her. Their mouths fit, they always knew when to shift angles, how to tease and taunt the other with their tongues. Every kiss was a promise to love her forever and with everything he was.
But he wasn’t going to deprive himself of the feeling of her. He’d been thinking about what it would be like to fuck Daisy since the moment they first kissed. Reaching between them, he made sure the condom was on properly and gave himself a stroke. Their tongues tangled as he pressed against her entrance and gently pushed into her. The kiss broke on a grunt and he dropped his head to her shoulder as he slid in a few more inches.
“Fuck, Hero, you’re so tight,” he growled, loving how her body sucked at him as he slowly stretched her out.
“ You’re too big,” she snapped and he choked out a laugh, remembering her comment from the day they shared her bathtub. With a moan, she rocked against him and said, “….and fucking perfect.”
Her hands gripped his forearms as he pushed deeper, feeling lightheaded with how good she felt. She lifted her hips, spreading her legs around his waist and he grunted as he thrust further. With one hand on her thigh, hitching it higher around his torso, Rafferty rocked forward and filled her. They moaned in unison, the sound bouncing off the walls. He exhaled loudly and her nails dug into his arms as she shook beneath him.
Her pussy pulsed, walls squeezing tight around his cock and he felt like if he even breathed, both of them would come right then. But he still shifted his hips slightly, an experimental thrust, and she cried out, grip on his arms tightening.
“Too much?”
“No, fuck…” she panted between words, chest heaving as she stared up at him through dark eyes, “that was amazing, I’m so sensitive. Oh god .”
He grit his teeth and thrust gently again. She turned her head into the pillow to muffle her sounds. Every inch of him was on alert, shudders running up his spine as he dipped his head to kiss her neck. Another thrust and she rocked up against him, making them both tremble.
“Raff…” she gasped.
“Yeah, darlin’?”
“I…can’t…” she mumbled and he saw that eyes were dilated to the point where not a speck of caramel existed. “I need you to fuck me, not tease.”
“You sure?”
“ Ruin me .”
With his heart pounding, he pulled out. She whimpered and he stared at her pink, lush and wet pussy as he dragged a hand over his cock, wet with her cum and groaned softly. Gently, he thumbed her clit and smiled as she squirmed, her eyes fluttering open to watch him.
“Grab the headboard,” he instructed, her eyes widening slightly as she stretched her arms over her head again. Her breasts rose with the action and his mouth watered to taste her nipples again.
He grabbed her legs and lifted. Even though he’d done it earlier, she still looked so surprised when he pushed against the underside of her thighs. Her knees bent instinctively as he spread her open and he lowered his head slightly, spitting on her pulsing pussy. Her hips jolted and he scooted forward and dragged his cock through the wetness gathered there. Her lips parted on a heavy exhale and he released one leg to guide himself into her. This time, he gave her a second to feel his crown against her slit before he thrust into her hard. Her head tipped back and mouth opened, but no sound came out. He could practically feel her heartbeat as she pulsed around him.
With a proper grip on her thighs, he started to fuck her. Every thrust was hard and deep, he rocked forward vigorously, feeling her stretch around him. He ground against her, knowing that his pelvis would rub her clit to push her over the edge. Her hands left the headboard to run up his stomach and torso before gripping his neck and pulling him down to her. Their mouths crashed together, his movements increasing in speed as he slid deeper. She moaned into the kiss, fingers tugging and twisting in his hair before sliding down his back, short nails dragging against his skin. When her hands landed on his ass, he pushed into her fully and held himself still.
She shuddered, hands gripping his ass tighter as he rolled his hips against hers.
“Oh fuck, that’s good,” she moaned, moving her bottom half against his.
“So fucking perfect.”
“More, honey, please .”
It was the begging that did him in. He guided her legs around his torso, bringing him closer to her and she whimpered. One hand held him above her, while the other hitched her legs higher.
“Keep ‘em there.”
She was spread open for him, her knees practically touching his underarms, but she kept her legs where he directed her, and locked her ankles behind his back.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered, lowering himself even further so he was resting on his elbows. As he brushed his nose and mouth against hers, his hips continued their slow movements, his pelvis stimulating her clit. She opened her mouth at the next thrust and captured his in a messy kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck and he kissed her back eagerly. He lifted his hips and started to fuck her again, grazing against her inner walls with each stroke and shift of his body.
He kissed down her jaw, mouth trailing over her neck. She buried her face in his shoulder, muffling all sounds as he picked up the pace. With every hard thrust, they shifted slightly on the bed, but he kept going. She felt like heaven and he didn’t want to leave, but he was so close to the edge, he was starting to lose control.
With her heels digging into his ass, Daisy set the pace of his thrusts and she rocked up against him with every movement. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him, pulling him in deeper. He breathed heavily against her neck, his teeth scraping the skin there. The hand in his hair continued to tug, fingers twisting in the strands as his thrusts turned sloppy.
“Harder, hotshot,” she breathed out and he obliged.
He shifted and used his knees to support him and fucked her hard . The strangled moan that came from her was enough proof he was doing it right. Her heels pressed firmly against his back and before he knew it, both of them were shaking as his vision went black. He felt her walls clamp around him, soaking him as he emptied into the condom.
His arms shook from the effort of holding him up and he shuddered before collapsing on top of her. The sound of her breathing and soft puffs of air against his head made him sigh. He could also feel a layer of sweat forming between their bodies, but at that moment, he didn’t give a shit.
Fingers trailed down his back, tracing his spine and his eyes snapped open, realizing he might have dozed off right there. While still buried inside her. Grunting, he lifted himself and carefully pulled out. Their eyes met and he noticed that hers were glazed over, probably from sleep as well. He stole a quick kiss and shifted to the side of the bed to roll off the condom.
“Don’t fall asleep,” he warned, kissing her knee before he went to the bathroom. Washing up, he stared at himself in the mirror and smiled at his hair sticking up in different directions, the wetness around his mouth and the happy as shit look in his eyes. Not to mention the lipstick marks that were all over his stomach and smudged along his dick. That made him chuckle, because fuck yes, she’d made one of those silly dreams of his come true.
With a washcloth soaked in warm water, he returned to the bedroom. She flashed him a sleepy smile and he chuckled, using his free hand to spread her legs. Not only was she wet and lush, he saw a faint pinkness on the inside of her thighs from his beard. Holding her spread open, he carefully wiped her clean and kissed her thighs, then returned to the bathroom.
When he came back, she was sitting up, hands in her hair. He stood at the foot of the bed and watched as she twisted it into a bun and smiled. There was a part of him that was rejoicing that he got to experience this with the love of his life. But another part was in awe that he got to even look at her like this. Climbing into bed, he pulled the covers back and lay down. She scooted closer, her warm body pressed against his.
“Debauched?”
“And ruined,” she whispered, making him laugh.
“I love you, Hero.”
“Love you too, Raff.”