Chapter Five #2
"That's it," I croon, my thumb running circles around her clit.
My fingers drift lower, pressing around my cock, so I can feel her stretching open for me.
"Keep going just like that, baby." I bury my face in her throat, kissing, nipping, fucking praying at her altar. "You feel so goddamn good, Sarah."
If there's any pain, I don't let her feel it. I keep her on the edge, steady pressure on her clit until she's trembling and shaking. By the time her ass lands on my thighs, and I'm buried to the hilt, she's already on the edge, so ready to come apart for me.
"Look at you," I groan in her ear. "Trembling and sweet on Daddy's cock. You're so fucking pretty, baby."
"Jasper," she gasps, her hands sliding down my shoulders and then back up. Her fingers anchor in my hair, tugging my head back, and I've never been happier that I decided to let it grow a little. "Please."
"Please, what? What do you need? Tell me, and it's yours."
"M-move," she whispers, her dilated eyes rolling.
I anchor my hands around her waist, lifting her half an inch before letting her drop. "Like this, baby girl? Is this what you want?"
"Yes! More!" she sobs.
I could survive on that sound. No air, no food, or water, just the sound of her voice breaking while she begs for my cock.
I tip her backward, laying her out beneath me, and drive into her. The way she comes undone will be burned into my memory for the rest of my life. When I die, it'll be my last memory, playing like a movie in my head.
Her body quakes and trembles through the orgasm, my name rolling from her lips in a chant. I fuck her through it, slow at first, just to draw out every little tremble, and then faster, deeper.
My hips slam into hers, inching her up the bed. She locks her legs around my waist, her hips arching into every thrust.
"I could do this all night, baby girl," I groan, nipping her throat and then her collarbone. My mouth drifts lower, my teeth closing over one hard nipple. "You feel like heaven every time you clench on my cock."
"Jasper, please. Oh, please!"
"Am I the only thing that exists to you yet?" I tip her hips up, fucking into her harder. "If I'm not, I'm not stopping."
"Yes!" she wails. "A-always! You always were!"
I freeze for a split second, her accidental confession ripping through me like a tornado. I can tell she means it. The truth is right there, trembling on her lips.
"Good girl," I groan, falling on her like a demon. "Good fucking girl." I drive into her in a shattering thrust, sending her hurtling over the edge again.
I still don't stop. I can't. Not until she's wrecked, her pieces and her secrets spilled across my bed in a puddle of sweat and come and bliss.
We roll until she's on top again, draped across my lap as I buck up into her with my hands on her hips, pinning her so she can't do anything except take every thrust. My teeth sink into the side of her throat, marking her there. I want her to wear it, want people to see it and know she's mine.
"Daddy!" she wails, convulsing as she shatters again.
This time, there is no holding it off. Not when that name—the one I'm so desperate to keep—cracks on her lips. Not when it echoes around the room. Not when she's everywhere, ruining me in ways that are more permanent than the mountains.
I roar her name, driving into her without rhythm as I spill in hot, shuddering pulses. I don't pull out. I don't even try. I just give her everything. Every goddamn thing.
When I can breathe again, I tangle us together, tugging her so close, I feel the wild beat of her heart against my chest and feel her breath pelting my throat.
She just hums, melting into me like there's nowhere else she'd rather be.
"You okay, baby girl?" I ask, because I have to. Because it's important.
"Perfect," she sighs sweetly.
I brush my lips across her forehead, breathing her in.
"Do you…?"
"What?"
"Want me to go?"
I tip her head back, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Hell no," I rasp. "You're staying right here."
Her smile annihilates me. "Okay."
I study her face, worried that she doesn't get it, that she still doesn't understand.
But then…how could she? Until today, I was an impermanent object in her life, floating in and out of it every time I had shipping orders.
I never told her what she meant to me or how every dream of the future I had involved her.
Hell, she didn't even know that I ached to hear her call me Daddy, not until she was already coming for me. Of course she doesn't know. Not yet.
"This isn't over between us, Sarah," I say quietly, my gaze locked with hers. "I intend to know every inch of your body, every fantasy, every secret." I tuck strands of hair behind her ear, stroking her flushed cheek. "I intend to know you, inside and out, baby girl."
"I…" She stares at me for a long moment, the tip of her tongue peeking from between her lips. I can't tell what she's thinking. I don't know if she's going to turn me down or send me to heaven. "Okay," she finally whispers.
She says it so simply…but the entire weight of my world rests in that word. The entire weight of it.