85. Chapter 83
Derek
With a heartbeat a little less erratic than when I first brought us into my bedroom, I inhale deeply, lean in, and press my mouth against her pussy, dipping my tongue into her seam and brushing over her clit.
A gasp fills the quiet of the bedroom, and her hands tighten in my hair as I repeat the motion.
She’s here, with me. And she is no longer trying to leave.
I don’t think she ever really wanted to.
No safe word.
No real attempt to get away, as much as she will deny that.
She chose to stay. To be with me.
I work my tongue in, out, and around, her hips squirming in my hands. I squeeze, not allowing her the movement she is craving, forcing her to only take what I am giving.
“D-Derek, please,” she whispers, fingers clenching and unclenching against my scalp.
Hearing her beg has my already-hard cock throbbing. But this moment isn’t about me or my needs. It’s about Emery and all the things she needs from me.
One of those things is denial.
I change nothing, simply continue to tease her clit while restraining her movements. It doesn’t matter that her begging has increased in tempo or pitch. Or that my hands are slowly bearing more of her weight with every passing minute.
It’s not until I hear the break in her voice, the one that tells me she is on the edge and doesn’t know whether she is going to crack or shatter, that I pull back. Neither outcome is one I want. I’m going to drag this moment out for as long as I can manage.
With one final lick, I lower my hands to cup her ass cheeks and stand, dragging my body along hers. Emery’s hands fall back to my shoulders, and I lean in for a kiss. She opens for me, and my tongue sweeps along hers as she battles me for dominance.
The wave of happiness that practically dumps itself over me is so unexpected that I can’t help but grin into the kiss. This. This is what I’ve been waiting for. This feeling of complete and utter joy.
She’s ours.
Tightening my grip, I lift her from the bed. Emery lets out a squeak, her legs and arms automatically wrapping themselves around my waist and shoulders. I don’t let the kiss end, sucking on her lower lip and then nipping at it as I bring a knee up onto the mattress.
Emery rejoins me in the kiss, using her new position to grind herself against my stomach, making my cock rub along her entrance.
I moan into the kiss as I bring the other knee up, her wetness coating the head of my cock with each roll of her hips. It takes every bit of my willpower not to angle her just right and let myself sink into her.
Not yet.
Just a few more moments.
I keep moving until I’m able to lie down in the middle of the bed, pillow under my head, Emery straddling my waist. She continues to grind against me, and I reposition her so that on her very next backward rock, the head of my cock slips into her.
She pauses and pulls back from the kiss, mouth forming a small o and pupils eclipsing the hazel.
I thrust up into her, and her eyes slide closed like she has no control over them.
I pull almost all the way out, and with a grip on her hips, I push back in, shifting her down so all of me is inside of her.
Gritting my teeth, I move her hips in a rocking motion, making her hips roll and grinding her clit into me.
“Oh, shit,” she moans, her hands coming down to brace against my chest as she starts to take over, no longer needing my hands to guide her. Her breasts sway with her motions, the nipples still a little peaked from my earlier care.
“That’s it, baby, take what you need. Fuck that little pussy onto my cock,” I encourage, voice husky and a little winded as I trail my fingers around to her ass cheeks, cupping and squeezing each globe as they tense and release in my palms.
“Derek, oh fuck, I’ve never… not like this,” she pants, her movements losing a little of the rhythm she had a moment ago.
“Never what, baby? Ridden a cock?”
One day, I’m going to talk to her about her past. I’m going to learn every dark and hidden thing about this beautiful woman so that I can make sure we are able to look after her the way she deserves for the rest of her life.
She shakes her head jerkily, eyes wide and a touch of worry clouding her eyes. “Am I doing it right?”
“Fuck,” I grunt and have to force her to stop, so I can breathe and think of anything else but the wet fucking dream I’m living in right now. My balls are so goddamn tight that even the slightest movement before I’m ready is going to set me off.
Am I doing it right?
If I thought she had even a single coy bone in her body, besides when she is being a brat, I would assume this is an act. But with the way that worry is burning away her bliss, I know this is real.
Fuck, I need to stop thinking about it.
Breathing through my nose for several breaths, I force myself to remember her face at the club and the way her entire body shattered, and yep, that takes the edge right off.
Releasing the tension, I force a smile for her benefit. “You are doing it perfectly, baby. Such a good job,” I praise her, urging her hips to start moving again.
Her cheeks bloom pink, and she takes over again, fingers digging into my pecs as her body undulates. A little furrow forms between her eyebrows as she grinds back and forth, eyes closing again, concentrating on what she is doing.
The little mewls and moans she makes start to increase, taking on an edge of frustration.
I bring my hand up to her mouth and press my thumb to her lips. “Suck.”
Obediently, she opens her mouth and my thumb slips in.
Her tongue immediately wraps around it, causing my balls to tingle.
As soon as it’s wet enough, I remove it with a pop and then reach down and slide it along my lower abs.
When I come into contact with her pubic bone, I apply a little pressure and slip in between us, nestling the tip of my thumb right at the top of her clit.
“Oh god, yes, that, yes.” Words flow from her mouth, letting me know not to move, that it’s perfect, she’s so close, and then finally the words I crave to hear. “Daddy, I’m so close, can I come? Please, can I come?”
Through teeth that ache, I grit out my answer. “Yes, baby, come.”
“Oh my god, thank you, thank you.” Her pussy spasms around my cock as she fucks herself onto me, a loud, long moan leaving her as her orgasm floods her system.
As soon as she starts to sag forward, I sit up, cradling her to my chest, then flip us. She makes a few noises but quickly settles onto the pillows as I drag one of her legs up and around my waist before driving into her.
Emery’s eyes pop open as we connect, and I stare down at her, feeling the darkness starting to gather at the corners of my mind.
“My turn.” Pulling back, I thrust back in, aware that, at this pace, I’m not going to last much longer. I don’t want to. I want to fill this little pussy with my cum, then clean her before tucking her in to sleep in my bed.
Leaning down, I steal another kiss as I thrust into her over and over again, letting all the sensations of having her wrapped around my body overtake me until the heat at the base of my spine finally explodes and I come inside my baby girl.
I slow down, panting into our kiss, our tongues still moving together almost lazily now, like neither of us wants to break our connection, even though both lack the energy to maintain a passionate kiss.
But when it does end, I stare down at her and can’t believe that I actually found her and that I get to keep her. She is going to be mine. Ours. She’ll wear our collar. We’ll claim her, mark her, and keep her.
Ours.
“That was…” She trails off, eyes searching mine for the end of her sentence.
“Perfect.”
That gorgeous bottom lip disappears into her mouth, and tears well in her eyes before she glances away. My heart aches at the sight, and I vow to spend the rest of our lives making up for all the pain we put her through.
Not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable, I press a kiss to her forehead, then untangle us before getting up. “I’ll be right back.”
Disappearing into my en suite, I get the hot water running, quickly clean myself up, then wet a cloth before turning off the water and going back into the bedroom.
Emery hasn’t moved from where I left her. That little piece of worry that she would sneak out while I was gone, unravels from around my heart.
Hair spread across my pillows, one arm outstretched, and legs apart, with one bent. I swallow around the sudden lump in my throat as I watch my cum start to leak out of her.
Crawling onto the bed, careful not to let the washcloth touch the bedding, I lie down between her spread thighs and watch as the white, creamy liquid trickles out. Reaching forward, I catch a little on my thumb as Emery sucks in a sharp breath.
I bring my thumb to my lips and suck it clean, really wishing I had the time to clean her out with my tongue.
But I don’t.
So I bring the warm cloth up to her pussy and carefully clean her before tossing it toward my bathroom. With that done, I reach for the top of the duvet and start to drag it down, encouraging my baby girl to move enough that I can get the blankets all the way down.
I move in behind her, pulling her body into mine until her ass is nestled into my groin and her head is pillowed on my bicep.
With my free arm, I cover us with the blankets and smooth her hair before applying a kiss to the back of her head. “Sleep.”
“You aren’t the boss of me,” she mutters, but it’s punctuated by a yawn.
I don’t bother arguing with her; her body will do that for me.
Instead, I bask in the knowledge that I finally have what I want.
My baby girl, here, asleep in my arms, in my bed, in my house.
Everything is going to be okay.