Chapter Five
Jasper
There's something to be said for having Sarah captive in my arms, where I'm in control, and she can't escape. It's addicting as hell, especially with the way she pants and moans and squirms, her body brushing my cock with every frantic, desperate circle of her hips.
I could die like this and not regret a second of it.
Instead, I drop her right in the center of my bed, where I've been desperate to see her for years.
She's a goddess right there, flushed pink and quivering for me.
Her dress is rucked up high around her thighs, flashing her soaked panties at me every time she moves.
It's pulled tight across her chest, her hard little nipples straining against the fabric.
She's a beautiful mess for me already, and I've barely even touched her.
I tug my shirt off over my head, watching the way her eyes darken as they slide down my chest. I've never considered myself to be anything particularly special to look at.
I'm just a motherfucker who has spent his life with it on the line, earning muscle through sweat.
But the way she's looking at me? Yeah, that's special right there.
Her gaze drifts lower, her thighs squeezing together.
I drop my hand to my cock, popping the button. "You feel me between those legs already, baby girl?" I can't help but ask. I want her words. I need her voice. I want to own every thought, every fantasy, every little cry.
She bobs her head, her cheeks pink. "Yes," she whispers, her gaze drifting back to mine. Her chest heaves. "It hurts so bad for you, Jasper."
Jesus.
I tug my zipper down, wrapping one fist around my cock. "Spread your legs, baby. Let me see how you've soaked through your panties for me."
She hesitates for a split second before they slide open.
My goddamn mouth waters.
I drag my cock out, squeezing hard enough to make it hurt.
"Jasper," she moans, arching on the bed like she's trying to get closer. Her gaze is locked on my cock, her eyes wide.
Christ Almighty. I'm going to split her in two, just fuck her into a puddle right here in the center of my bed.
I release my cock, placing one knee on the bed. It dips under my weight as I crawl up her body, dipping my head to plant them against her calf.
Her breath stutters.
I kiss a trail all the way up past her knee, onto her trembling inner thigh. Goddamn. I can already smell her. So sweet. So wet.
My tongue laves over the seam of her panties, right where they're wettest.
"Jasper!" she cries, grasping my shoulders.
"That's right, baby girl. You hang onto Daddy just like that," I murmur.
I don't know why the fuck I say it. Part of me wants to take it back, just put it back in the box before she realizes that I'm fucking gone for her and bolts on me.
But…I fucking can't. The truth is out there now, vibrating in the air between us, alive and hungry.
In the quiet places where I carry her, this is what she is to me.
In the deepest parts of my soul, this is my dream for her—not just love, but the kind of devotion that never fades or wavers, the kind of bliss that never ends.
And in the farthest corners of my heart—the ones that no one has ever claimed but her—this is what I crave endlessly, not just to know her, but to consume her, to love her without rules or boundaries, without guideposts or interference.
To be her world and make her mine in return.
I don't want to be the man a court of law gives me permission to be—her husband. I want to be the man that no one but her can give me the freedom to be…the man who lives and breathes for her and her alone. Her Daddy.
She sobs, the sweetest little sound of relief, like I just gave her permission to breathe. "Yes," she moans. "Yes, Daddy."
It's acceptance and a revelation at the same goddamn time. Sweet little Sarah knows the shape of my obsession. She shares it.
I lick her through her panties again, before she has a chance to get shy or overthink on me. Before she has time to doubt herself or what she just said.
"Oh!" Her legs fall open, her body arching.
Christ, she's so fucking sweet.
I hook my pinky into her panties, tugging them aside.
My breath blows across her bare lips, across her swollen clit.
The way her little hole flutters for me is going to kill me.
I fucking know it will. I'm going to die right here, on my knees at the gates of heaven, worshipping the prettiest little thing I've ever seen.
I split her open with two fingers, licking from that clenching hole all the way to her clit. Her taste snaps another chain, turns another key. This is where I belong, not at war, but right here, with her gushing on my tongue, crying out for me.
Goddamn, a motherfucker could die happy right here.
I bury my face in her pussy, batting her clit with my tongue before I drift lower, circling her clenching hole until she's whining, her hips lifting from the bed in frantic little jerks.
I thrust my tongue into her, forcing it as deep as I can get it, just to taste the edge of her desperation.
"Jasper!" she wails, her nails digging into my shoulders. She tries to squirm away.
"Nu-uh," I rasp against her cunt, banding an arm around her waist. "You aren't going anywhere, baby girl. Not until you come all over my face."
I wreck her with my lips, paint my name with my tongue. She gasps and whines, rocking her hips against my face while I destroy us both, eating her like I might die if her taste isn't riding through my system like a fucking drug.
I know she's going to come before she does. I hear it in her stuttering breath. I feel it in the way she quivers. I taste it in the way she grows wetter, sweeter.
I thrust two fingers inside, curling them up. My lips seam around her clit, sucking hard.
"Daddy!" she wails, shattering like glass for me. Her juices flood my mouth in a sweet gush.
I drive my hips into the mattress, in search of a little relief, but there is none. There's just Sarah, falling apart on my tongue like a dream.
I'm on top of her before she even falls limp, her body shaking. Mine presses her down, my hands already yanking her dress off over her head.
My lips claim hers in a hard kiss, letting her taste her own pleasure and my pride. She whines, her tits crushed to my chest through the thin lace of her bra.
I shred it, just to get my mouth on her pretty little nipples.
"Christ, baby girl," I growl, raking my teeth across one hard bud. "You taste like sugar."
"It's my lotion."
"No, it's you." I bury my face in her throat, biting her there. Breathing her in. Fuck, I'm shaking. "Everything about you is sweet and soft." My hands skim down her sides, hooking her leg up over my hip.
My cock slips against her cunt, and I want to howl.
Instead, I roll her until she's straddling my lap, splayed across me like a wanton little sacrifice with her tits in my face, her ass in my hands, and her pussy kissing the head of my cock.
"You want me, baby girl?" I graze the side of her throat with my teeth, just to feel her shiver. "Want Daddy to make you feel so good?"
The way she cries out, trembling in my arms, tells me that I was right earlier.
Sarah's desire is shaped a whole lot like mine, where that word isn't sexual but something far deeper than that.
It's me, worshipping the ground she walks on.
It's her, surrendering every part of herself to me.
It's us, stripped of every defense, every mask, every rule.
I want it so fucking badly I can taste it… in a way I've never wanted anything before her. There was not a single time when I wanted this before her, when I looked at anyone else and thought, Damn, that's my baby girl. It's only her. It's always been her.
I've hidden from it. I tried to deny it.
It's what a good little sailor is supposed to do, right?
Obey orders and pretend he isn't dying for his sister's best friend to let him be the man who gives her everything, to be her daddy?
Except…you can't bury your soul, no matter how hard you try.
You can't hide from who you are, no matter how much you think you should.
You can't hide from the truth, not even if you try to put an ocean between you and the thing that scares you.
I'm done trying.
I'm just fucking done.
"Yes," she moans, her voice the sweetest little aria, singing her will to the heavens. Maybe God doesn't hear her, but her daddy does.
I pull her closer, my mouth coming down on hers. Her lips part for me, letting me in. My hand slips between us, my fingers seeking her clit. I want to feel her as I slip inside, want her wrecked every which way she can be.
I know she's never been with anyone.
She doesn't have to tell me for me to know it.
Just like she doesn't have to tell me about the army of toys she keeps in her room.
I know the same way I know most things about her—because I've been studying her for years, watching her so intently, she's the only thing I ever see.
So intently, I blinded myself to the fact that she was always watching me back the exact same way.
I'm not blind anymore. My eyes are wide open.
Sarah is mine now.
God help anyone who tries to tell me any different.
"Ride me, baby girl. Slow," I breathe, my fingers rolling over her clit. "Go slow."
She trembles, hesitating, and then, slowly, so fucking slowly that I want to die, sinks down.
Her heat is unreal. It's perfect.
She wraps around me like a vise, burning hot, fluttering and clenching. Goddamn, I'm not going to survive this. I'm just going to explode into pieces right here, fucked to madness by the way she takes me.