8. Camryn #2
“So fucking sweet,” he rumbles against my skin, sucking lazily on my nipple. “I could suck on these gorgeous tits all night, sweetheart. I wonder if you could come from this. Have you ever tried that?”
My skin goes hot and tight, and I shake my head. “No, I’ve never…” I’m struggling to form words, to make any kind of sense. “Only you. I…nothing more than kissing.”
He pulls back slightly, slowly licking each of my nipples. “What do you mean, Cammie?”
“I mean…oh, shit,” I gasp as he grips me tighter and scrapes his teeth over me. “I’ve never tried anything beyond kissing with anyone.”
At that, he pulls all the way back, and I’m left wondering for the second time if I’ve said the thing that will bring all of this to a screeching halt.
“You’ve never done anything more than kissing?” he asks, still cupping my breasts. I bite my lip, shaking my head.
“I’m a virgin.”
The groan he lets out is almost inhuman, more animal than man.
“Why? How?” he demands, sucking a nipple back into his mouth.
“Because I only wanted you!” The admission flies out of me. “I don’t care that it’s wrong, or taboo, or dirty. I want you, Jacob. I want you to be my Daddy.” All of my forbidden fantasies are spilling out of me, and I feel like I’m burning up from the inside.
Jacob’s eyes lock onto mine, but I don’t see any of the things I’m scared of there. There’s no doubt, or gentle rejection, or disappointment. He’s looking at me like I’m something precious. Something that he’s hungry for.
“You’re a virgin,” he repeats, thumbs rubbing back and forth over my nipples in a slow, maddening rhythm. “Fuck, Cammie. You have no idea what that does to me.”
He pinches my nipples, rolling them between his fingers and making sharp pleasure shoot straight between my legs. “Tell me,” I beg, rocking my hips, senseless, needy. “Tell me what it does to you.”
He claims my mouth in a hot, deep kiss, his tongue sliding against mine as his hands knead my aching tits.
“It makes me want to fucking ruin you,” he says, voice low and gritty as his teeth graze my bottom lip.
“It makes me want to be the only man who’s ever had you.
The only man who will ever have you.” He twists my nipples, and I bite back a scream, my back arching.
“It makes me want to fuck you raw and claim you. Fill you up so full of me, over and over again, that you’ll never forget who you belong to. ”
My pussy flutters and clenches at his words. I’m on fire. I’m aching. I’m a slick mess. “I do belong to you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. You. I saved it all for you.”
He groans, his hips bucking up to meet mine.
He grips my hips, working me against him.
I can see a wet spot on his sweatpants, and I’m not sure if that’s my doing, or his.
“Mine.” That single syllable tears through me, and I feel like I’m living in a dream.
“Wanted you for so fucking long, sweetheart.”
“I’m a pervert for the way I’ve wanted you, Daddy,” I say, my voice high, breathless.
“Then I’m a pervert, too, Cammie. You’re too young for me. I used to be married to your mother. This is wrong on so many levels, but I want it. Fuck, all of the reasons it’s wrong only make me want you more.”
“I know,” I whine, rubbing my needy pussy all over him. “Be my Daddy, Jacob. It’s the only thing in the world I want.”
“The only thing I want too, sweetheart.” He drops his head and kisses a path up my neck, intensifying just how badly I’m aching for him. “And I need to you know that this isn’t temporary. You’re mine, and I’m keeping you.”
I swallow hard, my pulse hammering. None of this feels quite real. “And what does that mean? For us?” I know what I want it to mean, but I want to hear him say it. I need the reassurance, because I’m feeling so completely untethered right now.
His hands slide up my sides, caressing me.
I think it’s meant to be soothing, but it only twists everything inside me tighter.
“It means I take care of you, in every single way.” His fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head back, our gazes meeting as lightning flashes outside.
“It means I spoil you, fuck you, worship you, however I goddamn please.” His mouth crashes into mine again, his tongue claiming my mouth like I know he’s going to claim every part of me.
“And it means,” he growls between kisses, “that you don’t ever have to worry about being alone again. Because you’ve got me. All of me.”
I moan into his mouth, my body trembling, my heart pounding. “I want that,” I whisper. “I want you. So much.”
He groans, and I feel his cock twitch against me.
“Good. Because I’m not letting you go.” His hands slide under my thighs, lifting me effortlessly as he stands from the couch.
I’m not a small girl, but the way he carries me so effortlessly makes me feel weightless.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me, his mouth never leaving mine.
The walk to his bedroom is a blur of hot kisses. I’m dizzy and breathless, and by the time he steps into his bedroom, I’m aching and desperate for more.
He sets me down on the floor in front of his bed, his hands sliding down my back to cup my ass and pull me against him. His mouth his hot and demanding as we kiss and kiss, my hard nipples rubbing against his chest.
I bite my lip, my heart pounding, hesitation suddenly pushing to the surface of my brain. “I…I don’t know what to do,” I say, feeling like a silly, inexperienced girl.
He smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you. Teach you everything. Make you feel so fucking good.” He slips his hand between my thighs, gently rubbing across my wet panties. “You want Daddy to make you feel good?”
“Please,” I say on a shaky exhale.
“Such a good girl,” he praises, and then he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties, dragging them down my legs. “Now get on the bed and spread those pretty thighs for me. Show me the cunt I’ve been salivating over.”