Chapter 11
Nathan
Yes Daddy…
The words land on my chest like a weight I’ve been waiting to hold forever—the one responsibility I crave and need. I ease back on my elbows, eating her up with my greedy gaze.
She’s a feast like this—every inch of her stretched beneath me, trusting me to do what I will to her.
The hem of her T-shirt is warm from her skin. Then I realize it’s mine. My mouth curves, my chest swelling. “Little thief, aren’t you?”
Color rushes into her cheeks, spreading down her neck. “I needed something that was yours. So I claimed it.”
Savage satisfaction punches through me. Jasmine wanting me to take control claws at my instincts to protect, cherish, and pamper her.
I roll the T-shirt up, slow and deliberate—over the smooth plane of her stomach, the subtle definition of her ribs, the soft rise of her breasts with their perfect light brown nipples—until it clears her head. Her straight hair falls forward until she pushes it back.
Her skin gleams golden brown, silky smooth—a canvas for me to paint on.
I let my gaze roam lower until I’m level with her bare pussy. The scent of her arousal hits, musky and strong, flooding my bloodstream. My mouth aches for a fresh taste, and I vow never to go long without eating her again.
“You need feeding up, little bird,” I murmur, tracing the sharp line of her hipbone with my thumb.
Fresh awe hits me as she trembles under my touch. How can such fragility hold such a brave and generous heart? For a moment, I wonder if I can protect and nurture her for the rest of my life, as she deserves.
Yes, I can. And I will, something deep and primal answers.
“I’m all bones.” She huffs a breath, fingers curling loosely against the sheets, eyes darting down for a second before coming back to me. “I know.”
A tsk slips from me as I send my fingers up her ribcage to cup one small, perfect breast. Her breath hitches.
I squeeze the warm, lush weight, my mouth watering at the sight of the pert nipple. With my other hand, I stroke down the line of her hip to her pubic bone.
Her gaze meets mine, a little defiant, a little unsure. My chest aches at the idea of my little bird pining after me without me realizing it. There is so much I have to make up for.
“Where it matters, you are lush, baby girl.” I trace the shape of her pussy lips and have the reward of seeing her lean thigh muscles quake. “Even as I walked away, all I could think of was how violently this pretty cunt squeezed me, keeping me deep inside. You’re perfect, you get that?”
Her nod is… hesitant.
She’s giving me a lot tonight—her trust, her control—but I want more. I want all her doubts about herself, about me, about us, erased completely.
“What I meant is that you need looking after. Not just the other way around.”
“Are you going to cook me breakfast, lunch, and dinner?” she says, a naughty glint entering her eyes.
Relief hits me like a wave. I never want to see her spirit waver.
I chuckle and graze my knuckles over her chin. “No, that would be the opposite of looking after you. I have other ways.”
“Okay,” she says.
It’s not complete faith, but it’s enough for now.
I squeeze her other breast, pinching the tightened nipple between my fingers.
It’s only my forearm lying across her ribcage that stops her from fully arching away from the bed. Her ragged groan is music to my ears.
I tweak both nipples while, with my other hand, I slowly open her folds, seeking the treasure buried there.
Mine, I want to stamp over her flesh, like some savage from a different time.
Her pretty clit peeks up at me and there’s a little redness around her hole. Guilt slams into me. I was rough earlier, and I can’t take it back. But what I can do is claim her so fully that even the thought of leaving me will mist away soon.
I stroke my hands over her—palms rough against silky skin, sliding over her ribs, thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts until her breathing changes.
My mouth follows, kissing along her pelvic line, the slight curve of her belly, the underside of her breasts, the dip of her clavicle.
Her fingers tug my hair as I circle one hard nipple with my tongue.
She’s quaking and writhing under me, her breath coming in shallow pants. “Daddy, please… I need more.”
“Hush, baby girl,” I say, drawing closer and closer to the plump tip. “Don’t hurry me. I mean to take my time with you.”
“I can’t bear slow…” she says, shaking her head. “It was good earlier.”
I laugh and draw the nipple into my mouth. And suckle hard, making lewd noises.
She jerks up into me, bony hips pressing up, rubbing one thigh against my cock.
The damn thing feels like a hot poker in my sweatpants. I push away her thigh, stopping her dry humping. “No, Daddy knows best, remember?”
Warm amber eyes glare at me. There’s a line of sweat beads over her upper lip that I want to lick up but I can’t give up my prize yet. Releasing one with a popping sound, I clamp my lips over the other nipple and suck. She jerks under me, pressing closer.
With my other hand, I delve inside her velvet-soft folds, circling her clit, drawing lines to her swollen slit. Her arousal coats my fingers, drips down to her inner thighs. “Fuck, baby girl is always drenching Daddy, yeah?” I say, rubbing my jaw around her nipple.
“I can’t help it. Can’t help how much I want you,” she says, pushing the aching bud towards my lips.
I grin and lick the center without giving her what she needs.
“You don’t have to, little bird. Daddy likes how ready you are for him.
” I circle her clit a little more, loving the hitch of her breath and gather her wetness around my finger.
I bring it to her mouth. “Open. Taste how ready you are for me.”
Her tongue snakes out, licks up the wetness before those sweet lips wrap around the digit. Her eyes promise payback as she sucks my finger. “Is that good, Daddy? Am I doing a good job?”
Every time she calls me that, I harden a little more. Lifting her pert tit, I nip the underside until the tender flesh is marked. “That’s for sassing me, baby girl.”
She jerks away first, and then into the touch, a mewl falling from her lips. “I like it when you discipline me, Daddy,” she says, eyes wide and trusting in that elfin face.
Fuck, this girl and what her trust does to me…
I drag my face down her body, peppering open-mouthed kisses on every inch of skin while I work her pussy. My finger falls away from her mouth as it slackens and all her concentration is on the approaching orgasm.
I watch her eyelids flutter, her breath quicken, a pink blush snaking down her neck and chest. I slide one finger into her gently. “Relax for me, little bird. You’re a little swollen here but I promise to make it better. You trust me, yeah?”
Her muscles relax instantly. I add another finger, stroke in and out slowly before I curl them. Sweat beads my forehead as I realize how tiny she is and how big I am.
I nudge at her g-spot, until she’s bucking her hips up against my palm. I work her, over and over, until her moans turn guttural. “I need you inside, Daddy.”
“You’ll get me, Jasmine,” I say, a stern note entering my tone as I slide down on the bed.
“So fully, so deep and so hard that you’ll scream my name.
But first,” I sink my face into her pussy, and her juices drench my nose and my lips.
Her thighs clamp my head in a choke hold I love.
If I die with my face planted into her sweet pussy, I won’t mind one bit.
“Daddy, please…” she says again.
“Come first, Jasmine.” To show that I mean it, I slightly nip her clit before I lap the bundle with the tip of my tongue. “Let go. Be a good girl for me.”
Her eyes rest on my face for a second before they roll back and she’s coming against my mouth, while chanting my name. Her slender hips jerk, up and then away, but I don’t let her escape.
I keep sucking her clit, sending her rolling into another orgasm. Fuck, I’ll never get over how responsive she is. Never get over how this tight cunt could be mine forever.
As she winds down from her climax and mutters my name, I keep one palm on her belly and kick my sweatpants down. Nearly fifteen years of celibacy is catching up with me, the vise-like clutch of her pussy calling me.
I crawl up the bed and pull her to me. She vines herself around me, her face damp against my neck. The tight tips of her nipples dragging against my chest is pure torment.
I wrap my arms around her, whispering sweet nothings, kissing her sweaty temple, stroking a palm over her back. “You okay, baby?” I say, tenderness rising inside me at how she clings to me.
How long has she waited to hold me like this? To give herself to me?
“Yes,” she whispers, face still tucked up against my neck. “God, yes. You do that very well, Daddy.”
“Do what, baby?” I say, more than enamored of her sudden shyness. "Spell it out for me so that I can wake you up at dawn and do it again.”
“Eat me out,” she says, lips curving against my neck.
“How can I not when it tastes so good and fills me up so well?” I say, patting my stomach.
She giggles, her fingers joining mine on my abdomen. Her sigh against my neck is both relief and something more.
My heart aches, words I don’t want to say yet dancing on my lips.
Then with that characteristic resolve that I love about her so much, she pushes her hair out of her face and looks up. Amber eyes hold mine as her elegant fingers drift down my abs. “Now it’s your turn, Daddy.”