Chapter Three
The next day I moved through the house like a man holding himself on a very short leash.
Every time Mallory walked into a room I felt that decision from the night before pressing against the inside of my skull… tomorrow I’d stop pretending. Tomorrow I’d take what already belonged to me.
She still watched me longer than she used to, still bit the inside of her lip when our eyes met, but neither of us said a word about what had happened in the kitchen.
The silence only made the wanting worse.
That night I heard her door stay open after she went upstairs. Invitation or accident, I asked myself, but truthfully, I didn’t care either way.
I stood in the hallway longer than I should have, heart pounding hard enough that I could feel it in my throat, before I finally stepped closer.
The hallway light cut across her bed and showed her on top of the covers in a thin tank top and sleep shorts, one knee bent, the shadowed place between her thighs barely covered. She wasn’t asleep. I could tell by the way her breathing changed when my shadow fell across the floor.
I stood in the doorway for a long time just looking, memorizing the shape of her. Then I stepped inside and shut the door.
She sat up slowly and didn’t speak right away. Mallory just watched me with those same uncertain eyes from the kitchen, like she was still deciding how far she was willing to let this go.
When she didn’t tell me to fuck off, I stripped my shirt off and shoved my sweats down without looking away from her. I wanted to make sure she wasn't frightened or unsure. What I saw reflected back was an intense, forbidden need.
My cock sprang free, thick and already leaking, the head dark and wet. I stroked it once while she stared, and I saw her throat move when she swallowed.
“Mallory,” I said, voice low. “Last chance to tell me to leave.”
She didn’t. She just shifted back against the pillows a little, knees parting almost without her seeming to decide it.
The shame hit hard and fast, thick enough to choke on, but it only made the need worse. I hated myself for what I was about to do, and I still couldn’t stop.
My self-control fucking evaporated.
I crossed the room, dropped to my knees between her thighs like a man who’d been waiting years for permission he never should have wanted, and pushed her shorts aside.
She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and her perfect cleft was pink and already slick. Her pussy lips parted just enough to show how wet she’d gotten from nothing more than the weight of me standing there.
I made a broken sound and buried my face in her cunt without another word.
The first taste of her short-circuited every careful wall I’d built.
I flattened my tongue and licked her in long, filthy strokes, mouth greedy as I sucked her clit between my lips.
Her hips jerked and a soft, startled sound left her.
I gently slid two thick fingers inside her and curled them, fucking her with them while I ate her. The wet sounds filled the quiet room and made my disgusting need climb higher.
Her hands fisted in my hair, but she wasn’t pushing me away.
She was holding on. And when she came on my tongue it was with a sharp, surprised cry that went straight through me.
I kept going, licking up every drop, grinding my face against her until she was shaking and my face was slick with her juices.
She clamped her thighs against my head, and I groaned because I felt like I was in fucking heaven… or maybe hell for how wrong this was.
I gripped the soft insides of her thighs and held them open as my tongue stayed on her clit, moving in slow and relentless motions. I kept that up until the tremors in her legs turned into full-body shudders and she came again for me.
Only then did I climb up her body, wipe my mouth on her inner thigh on the way up, and notch the tip of my cock at her cunt hole. I held her gaze with mine and then shoved my cock into her in one hard thrust.
My girl was tight, slick, and perfect.
I bottomed out and stayed there, forehead pressed to hers, breathing hard, giving her a second to feel how deep I was.
“Fuck,” I muttered against her mouth. “Tell me you're on the pill.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
I groaned again, my cock throbbing. “Look at you. Taking your daddy’s cock like you were built for it.”
I started moving in deep, punishing strokes that made the bedframe knock softly against the wall.
Her tank top rode up with every thrust, and I grew impatient and yanked it higher, sucking one nipple into my mouth hard enough to leave a mark.
My hand found her throat and held, not choking, just resting heavy and sure.
She came again around me, cunt fluttering, and a low sound tore out of my chest as I kept fucking her through it.
“That’s it. Milk me. Show me how much this little cunt needs what only I can give it.”
I pulled out before I lost it, stroked myself twice over her stomach, and came in thick ropes across her soft skin. My cum painted her belly and the underside of her tits. I rubbed it in with two fingers, then pushed those same fingers into her mouth.
“Taste what you do to me.”
She hesitated for half a second, then sucked them clean while I watched, her eyes dark and a little dazed.
Fucking hell… I was still hard.
“Not nearly done with you, baby.” I flipped her onto her hands and knees and shoved her face into the pillow. I spread her ass cheeks with both hands and dragged my tongue over her tight little asshole, slow and deliberate. She jerked and let out a shocked, muffled sound into the sheets.
I licked her again, firmer this time, circling the rim before pushing the tip of my tongue inside just enough to make her thighs shake.
I kept going until she was pushing back against my face, then pulled away, lined up my cock with her pussy hole, and drove back into her from behind.
The new angle made her moan loud and broken into the sheets.
I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and fucked her like the years of holding back had finally snapped.
“This is mine,” I growled like a feral fucking creature. “This cunt. This perfect ass… All of you. Say it.”
“Yours,” she gasped, voice muffled and shaky. “I’m yours, Daddy—”
I wanted to bury myself to the hilt and come hard inside her, flooding her cunt with thick pulses of cum while I shook against her back, but I pulled out and covered her skin instead with my orgasm.
At the very end I pulled out and stroked the last few ropes of cum onto her tight little asshole, watching it drip and slide. I rubbed it in with my thumb, slow and filthy, pressing the mess into her rim until she was marked inside and out.
I leaned forward and caged her in, chest pressed to her back, arms on either side of her head, with cum leaking out of my cock.
The room was quiet except for our breathing. The shame was already crawling back in, thick and familiar, but it didn’t stand a chance against the deep, satisfied pulse of knowing she was full of me.
I pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades, rough and claiming, and said, “You’re not leaving this bed,” muttering against her skin. “Not tonight. Not until I’ve had you again.”
Mallory didn’t argue. She just pushed back against me, soft and open, and I felt my cock twitch once more.
There was no undoing this.
And I didn’t want to.