Chapter 9 - Jacob
JACOB
“It’s not pretty, not like yours,” I whisper, dragging my tongue over her bottom lip.
“Yours is perfect. Look at your skin,” I growl, pulling the cardigan sleeves down her arms. I love the way her creamy skin flushes under my gaze.
“So soft and smooth. Jesus.” My hands leave her body and clench into tight fists I rest on the table at the side of her thick thighs.
I can’t help it. I feel like a feral animal ready to pounce and attack.
This moment feels like a million Christmas mornings and all my birthdays wrapped in one.
“What?” Her blue gaze is hazy and filled with the desire I feel.
“I can’t wait to unwrap you, baby girl.
“I’m bigger.” I growl at the words she blurts, but her hands grab my wrists. “I know you have eyes, and you know that but—" She opens and shuts her mouth. “I have stretch marks. I’m not all smooth and creamy.”
“The fuck you’re not,” I grunt, rubbing my nose against hers, leaning forward, pushing her to lie back. I reach for the shirts I just took off and use them as pillows beneath her head.
“Look at you. I don’t even know where to start.” My hands rub her thighs. “I can’t think straight. You wear this dress for me today, baby girl?”
“Yes,” she admits, and I lick my lips. I love the idea of her dressing with me in mind.
“You like these tights?” I don’t recognize my voice.
“What?” She’s looking at me so damn beautifully my dick leaks precum against my boxer briefs. I’m throbbing, and the fucker is begging to be taken out. Not before I take care of her first. I need to watch my sweetness come at least twice before I put my dick inside her.
“You emotionally connected to them, or will it be okay if I rip them off your body?” I ask like a fucking asshole. Her eyes flare to life, and she licks her lips. Obviously loving how fucking gone I am for her I can’t be bothered to pull the material down her legs.
“Oh! The second one. Totally,” she answers adorably.
Without lifting the skirt of her dress over her thighs, my hands slip below the material.
I stroke and caress her warm skin until I reach the apex of her thighs.
Her breathing turns heavier, short little gasps as her back arches forward and her hips start to undulate.
The little brat wants more of my hands on her.
She’s going to get everything, but the way daddy wants to give her.
“You like my hands on you, angel?” I ask like a filthy bastard.
“Yes.” She nods. Her hair sways back and forth. My hands skim against her pussy, and she moans. “Yes, just like that, Daddy.” The fucking word goes straight to my head, feeding the feral thing inside of me she brought to life.
“Fuck!” I hiss. “You’re so wet I can feel your honey dripping. Even through these tights and those little panties. But you want me in there, don’t you?” Her eyes flash. “You need your daddy, don’t you?” Her mouth opens and closes.
My pretty girl is at a loss for words, but that’s okay. One of my hands rests at the top of her thigh open palmed while the other pulls the material. The sound of the tights ripping feels like it vibrates between us.
My hands don’t stop either.
There is no grace or tenderness as my fingers pull the gusset of what feels like satin panties to the side. I tease her naughty little slit. “Fuck,” I hiss. My jaw clenches tightly. This little cunt is nice and slippery.
“Oh god,” she groans. Her head falls back, and a cascade of honey-blonde hair covers the table.
“Look at you.” I start to tease her greedy little hole. “So needy. So wet. Tell me you need it.”
“I need it.”
“How much?” I taunt, needing to hear her pleas.
“So much. Please, Jacob… Daddy.” I push my finger inside of her and start to work it in and out of her body as slowly as I can manage.
I may be on edge, but I’m not a monster.
No matter how much I need her, I won’t hurt her, ever.
“Yes,” she hisses. Her hips start to work against my finger.
My thumb rubs the swollen bundle of nerves in circles.
The wet squelches of her sex echo in the air against her beautiful sounds.
The mix of it makes me feel almost dizzy.
The sight of her is too fucking perfect, too fucking precious.
She’s lovely. So lovely it fucking makes it hard to breathe.
I grit down on my teeth and breathe in through my nose, but it doesn’t help. The scent of her pussy fills my lungs, and my mouth starts to water.
“Oh my!” she gasps, and I can feel her start to tighten around my finger.
“Jesus, baby,” I rasp. “You’re so goddamn tight, about to come, and all I have is one finger inside you.” My cock strains painfully. “How the hell are you going to take me? My baby girl needs to be worked up so she can take her daddy’s dick nice and easy, doesn’t she?”
“Oh, Jacob! Oh!” Her voice cracks as I add pressure.
I’m a greedy motherfucker.
I should take longer to make her come for me, but I can’t. I need to watch her shatter beneath my finger and then do it all over again with my mouth. I need her cunt nice and soft, fucking pliable to stuff my thick nine inches into her balls deep.
“Jacob.” My finger curls inside of her, making sure to press against her spongey G-spot. “Oh!” She cries out my name.
Her body thrashes, but I don’t stop. I keep moving my thumb over her clit, making sure to milk her orgasm all the way through. She’s panting, trying to catch her breath, when her back touches the table and I settle between her legs.
The real fun is about to start.