Chapter Eight
Holly
Andrew is gorgeous. I recognized that the moment we met, of course, but seeing him standing at the foot of the bed, totally bare to my ravenous gaze is a sight to behold.
His body is the kind that doesn’t just come from good genetics.
It’s obvious he takes care of himself and spends hours in his home gym, a routine I’ve seen first-hand during the days we’ve spent together.
His shoulders are broad and defined, and his sculpted chest and defined abs taper to a narrow waist with that mouth-watering V leading to his impressive manhood.
I lick my lips as I take in his erect cock.
It juts from his body, heavy and already beading with pre-cum.
Suddenly, I’m overwhelmed with the desire to taste him.
Sitting up, I knee-walk to the edge of the bed and reach out to press my hands to his chest. Over the last several days, Andrew has shown me endless pleasure and given me the freedom to explore however I wanted, but I’ve held back, too shy to take the initiative.
I’m feeling unusually bold tonight, though.
Andrew opened up to me as we decorated this afternoon and let me see a side of him I’d only suspected was there.
Listening to him speak about his late mother confirmed for me that Andrew is a man capable of immense love.
I’d trusted him with my body from the moment he rescued me from that auction, but now I’m certain I can trust him with my heart.
It’s a good thing too because I already know I’m in love with him.
I think I have been from the first night.
Dragging my hands down Andrew’s chest and over the ridges of his abs, I grip his erection with one hand and stroke him, root to tip, as I look in his eyes.
“I want to taste you, Daddy. Can I?”
Andrew strokes one hand through my hair and cups my cheek with the other. He pulls me in for a deep kiss, and the feeling of my breasts pressed against his bare chest sends a shudder through me. God, this man is everything I’ve never dared to imagine.
Pulling at my hair gently to break the kiss, Andrew meets my gaze again and says, “Yes, angel. You can taste me. You can have anything you want, all you have to do is ask.”
I scoot back on the bed and lower myself so I’m folded in half in front of Andrew and his engorged shaft with its leaking mushroom head is level with my mouth.
Sticking out my tongue, I swipe it over his flushed tip, licking away the bead of pre-cum there.
I’m immediately rewarded with Andrew’s deep groan.
He threads a hand through my hair again and strokes down my back as I take more of him into my mouth.
The feel of him on my tongue and the salty tang of his arousal makes me moan, the sound vibrating around Andrew’s shaft, and he tightens his hold in my hair, gently encouraging me to sink deeper.
I take him in as far as I can until a cough forces me to retreat.
My eyes are watering, but I ignore it as I lower my head again, loving the feel of his heavy cock filling my mouth.
I use my tongue to lick along his length as I pull back again, then suckle the tip before repeating the move.
We fall into a rhythm, and I close my eyes, focusing only on the feel of him and the sounds he’s making, committing to memory the things that pull the strongest reactions from him.
I’m floating, lost in sensation and taking him deeper with each stroke.
I moan, the sound muffled around his length, when his tip hits the back of my throat, and I instinctively swallow around him.
“Fuck!” Andrew shouts. “Goddamn, angel, you’re doing so well.
Such a good girl for me.” I hum in response, equally as aroused by his praise as I am by the feel of him in my mouth.
He strokes a hand down the length of my back and leans over me a moment before I feel a finger part my folds, spreading my arousal and teasing my entrance.
I cry out in response, which makes Andrew jerk inside me, fresh pre-cum hitting my tongue.
We fall into a rhythm, my mouth moving up and down over Andrew’s shaft and his fingers thrusting inside me, and continue like that for several minutes before Andrew gently pulls me off him and takes a step back.
I whimper in protest, which makes him chuckle softly.
“I know, baby. I was enjoying myself too. A little too much, though. If we don’t stop, I’ll blow before I ever get inside your tight pussy. We don’t want that, do we?”
Shaking my head, I sit back on my heels and watch as Andrew sets one knee on the bed, followed by the other.
He meets me at the center of the mattress and pulls me into a deep kiss.
He doesn’t break contact as he guides me down to lie on my back, blanketing me with his muscular body.
He settles between my spread thighs and the feel of him over me sends arousal flowing through me, but something else too.
I’ve never felt as safe as I do lying under Andrew, completely covered by his warm strength.
The tip of his cock bumps my entrance, and I rock my hips up into him. This is what I want—him inside me, making me his in a way no other man has or ever will. Andrew slips a hand between us and strokes a finger through my wet folds before teasing my hole.
“Are you ready, angel?” he asks, and I nod, hooking a leg over his hip and parting my thighs wider.
Andrew guides his cock to my entrance and presses it into me.
I take a deep breath and brace for the pain I know to expect the first time.
But he’s barely entered me when the stretch becomes too much, and I wince in discomfort.
Andrew immediately pulls back and lifts off me.
Afraid I’ve just ruined everything, I wrap my arms around his back and try to pull him back onto me, but he resists.
“Shh, it’s okay, angel. I’m not going anywhere, but I think we need to approach this a bit differently. You’re too tight, you can’t let me in.”
My cheeks flush, and I look away. “I’m sorry. Please don’t stop. I want to try again.”
“No one’s stopping, but I need to get you ready for me.
I should have done this before, but I got ahead of myself.
” He strokes a hand along my jaw and down my neck and chest until he’s cupping my breast. He tweaks my hard nipple between his fingers, then teases it with his thumb, making me arch against his touch.
“Just relax and let me take care of you, okay?”
“Okay,” I respond, then at his look, I add, “Daddy.”
Andrew kisses my lips, then starts to work his way down my body, exploring every inch of me with his hands and tongue. His touch is light, but no less arousing, and by the time he settles his broad shoulders between my thighs, my body is humming, and I’m fully relaxed.
But my serenity is short lived as Andrew presses his mouth to my folds and parts them with his tongue.
My body goes tight and my back arches like I’ve been electrocuted.
Andrew is relentless in his onslaught, driving me higher and higher toward that delicious peak.
I’m nearly there, the edge just out of reach, and he pushes me over when he presses his thumb inside me and sucks my clit at the same time.
I let go with a shout, my body trembling endlessly as he continues to work me through my orgasm.
When the tremors finally begin to subside, he climbs over me and eases his heavy weight over my body once more.
I wrap my arms around him, soothed by the feel of him.
I’m still floating in ecstasy when I feel the press of Andrew’s cock against me once more.
I start to tense again, but Andrew presses a kiss to my mouth, slipping his tongue between my lips when I open for him.
He kisses me deeply as he pushes inside, and the distraction of his mouth is enough to keep me relaxed.
The slide is easier this time, but no less intense.
The feeling of fullness is foreign and nearly overwhelming, but I like it.
He pushes inside me until he meets resistance, and stops.
“How are you doing, angel?” he asks.
“You’re inside me,” I say in wonder. He drops a kiss to my lips in response.
“Almost. This next bit is going to hurt, but only for a moment. Try to stay relaxed for me, okay, baby? I promise I’ll take care of you.”
I reach up and kiss his lips. “I trust you, Daddy. I’m ready.”
Andrew leans in and presses a kiss to my neck, and I arch to give him better access.
At the same time he thrusts forward, he bites into my skin, and I cry out.
There’s a sharp pain, but it quickly fades to a dull ache, and Andrew pauses deep inside me.
He drops gentle, affectionate kisses to my lips, cheeks, and forehead as I catch my breath.
“Angel? Holly, are you okay?” he asks.
Tightening my hold on his back, I hug him close and tuck my face into his neck.
“I’m okay. I’m ready. Move, please.” I say into his skin.
Andrew eases out of me before pressing back inside with a gentle thrust. The feel of him moving inside me is nothing like I’d imagined it would be. It’s so much more. It’s everything.
It’s official. I’m Andrew’s, in every way. Heart and soul.
His thrusts start to pick up pace and depth. He slides against something inside me that lights up my entire body, and I release a cry, digging my nails into his back.
“Daddy!”
“I know, angel. So good. You feel so good squeezing my cock with your tight little pussy. Such a good girl for me.”
“More, I need more Daddy, please!” I’m not even sure what I’m asking for, but I’m desperate for something I don’t understand.
Andrew picks up his pace, working his cock in and out of me, hitting deeper inside me with each stroke.
He wraps a large hand around my thigh, pulling it higher on his hip and the move has him sinking inside me even deeper than before.
My body arches into him, and I pull him as tight against me as I can, desperate to feel every inch of him against every inch of me.
“Daddy, oh God, Daddy!”
“That’s it, baby. Yes, clamp down on me, that’s it. Almost there.”
Andrew’s back is damp with sweat, his skin hot against mine.
God, the feel of him. I’m so close. I can feel my orgasm building deep in my core, ready to explode through me.
Andrew must sense how close I am because he slips a hand between us and presses his thumb to my clit, working the small bundle of nerves in quick circles of his finger.
“Come for me, baby girl. Come for Daddy,” he says, before pressing a kiss to my lips.
It’s exactly what I needed, and my orgasm detonates deep inside me, sparking through the rest of my body like fireworks.
My eyes roll back and I lose all sense of awareness as a tsunami of pleasure lights up every nerve ending I have.
I’m only distantly aware of Andrew going still above me, then releasing a loud shout as fluid heat fills me.
Slowly, I return to awareness. Andrew is still above me…still inside me, and I can’t help the smile that stretches my lips as I look up at him. He meets my gaze and smiles back at me, then drops a kiss to my forehead before slowly sliding out. I whine at the loss, and Andrew kisses me again.
“Stay here, I’ll be right back, sweetheart,” he says before easing off the bed and disappearing into the ensuite. He returns a moment later with a damp cloth, and I blush as he uses it to clean between my legs, wiping away the evidence of what we just did.
Something occurs to me at the thought, and I tense. Andrew notices and stops what he’s doing, looking over at me with concern.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
We didn’t use protection.
The thought doesn’t upset me the way it should.
I might be pregnant after what we just did, and that should scare me.
I have no job, no home, no plans for the future.
The last thing I need is to get pregnant, but the thought of carrying a child—Andrew’s child—fills me with a longing I hadn’t expected.
I don’t know how much longer this bubble were in is going to last, and Andrew hasn’t said anything about me staying long-term, so the thought that I might take something of him with me when whatever this is between us finally ends soothes the ragged edges of my feelings.
Not wanting to ruin the moment or admit to what I’m thinking, I force my body to relax and give Andrew a small smile.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I tell him. “Everything is perfect.” It’s not a lie.
This thing between us might not last forever, and I might leave here brokenhearted, but in this moment, everything is perfect.