10. Julian
Julian
Her yoga pants are soaked beneath my hand before I can even get to her hot core. I break the kiss just enough to speak against her swollen lips. “Let me see you, baby.”
Her pupils blow wide, ocean blue swallowed by black. For one heartbeat, she freezes, then her hands move, trembling with how much she wants to please me.
I cradle her between my palms and gently guide her back until she’s splayed out on the wooden table. With the arch of her back, those perfect tits jiggle so pretty that I have to bite back a groan. Red flush creeps up across her porcelain skin.
Then her hands move.
She yanks her shirt over her head and fumbles with her bra clasp, her fingers already shaking for me. Her dusty-rose nipples are tight little peaks.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her pants and drag everything down in one rough pull until she’s completely bare, legs spread wide on either side of my hips.
“This pretty little pussy is wet,” I say, sliding my thumb through her center. Her cream coats my knuckles. “Soaked from just one kiss. You’re being such a good girl. So perfect and ready.”
“Julian—”
I circle her clit with two fingers, slow and deliberate, watching her face. “Try that again, Ettie.”
Her lashes flutter. “Daddy.”
Fuck. The word hits me low and hot.
She cries out when I slip three fingers deep inside, thighs trying to clamp around my wrist, but I keep her open with my free hand on her knee.
“Good girl,” I praise, my voice low as I circle her clit with slow, deliberate pressure. “That’s what this cunt is good at, sucking me inside. Taking my fingers so well. You feel incredible.”
I don’t pull away when her hips start rocking. Instead, I slow down, dragging my fingers in and out at a torturous pace, curling on every stroke while I watch her. I want to feel every flutter. I want to see exactly how desperate she gets before I let her come.
Her thighs shake. “Please—please, I need—”
“I know what you need,” I tell her, never speeding up. “But I’m not rushing this. You’re too beautiful like this. I love playing with you this way. My own little fuck doll.”
I lean down and kiss the inside of her thigh, then bite gently. “I want you dripping down my wrist before I fuck you. I want you so worked up that when I finally put my cock in you, you’ll take every drop I give you.”
She whines, high and broken, and I reward the sound by pressing against her clit while my fingers keep that slow, deep rhythm inside her. Her walls flutter hard around me.
“Look at me,” I say quietly. “Eyes on me while I touch you. Who owns this treasure between your legs? Say it.”
Her voice cracks. “It’s yours, daddy. Only yours.”
Bending over her, I kiss her hard. I can’t wait anymore. I need to feel every inch of her.
“God, I missed you,” I tell her between kissing her lips, her jaw and her neck.
When she’s shuddering so hard she can barely keep her legs up, I finally give her what she’s been begging for.
I shove my sweats down just enough to free my cock and line myself up. She’s so wet I sink into her with hardly any resistance. On a scream, her thighs fall to the side, and I have to grit my teeth against how fucking good she feels.
I don’t pound into her right away. I stay buried deep, grinding slow, letting her feel every inch while I look down at where we’re joined and try to close even a millimeter between us.
“You are so good at letting me inside you.”
Then I start moving.
I go so hard and deep that the table rattles with every punishing stroke. I’m going to fuse us together.
Every time I press flush against her, it makes her whole body jolt. Her nails rake down my arms, leaving marks I’ll wear proudly.
“That’s it, babydoll,” I groan against her jaw. “Take every inch. You’re doing so good. Who do you belong to, Ettie? Say it while I’m buried balls deep in your dripping pussy.”
“You,” she gasps. “You—God, it’s always you—”
I angle my hips higher, dragging over that perfect spot on every snap of my hips.
Her eyes roll back. A perfect O forms from her lips. Her walls clamp down tight, strangling my cock.
“Not yet, baby,” I warn softly. “You don’t get to come until daddy fills you up first. You’re going to milk every drop out of me like the perfect good girl you are. I need to fill you up so I can keep you forever.”
She sobs. Actually sobs.
I know then that I mean every word I just said. If Ettie is filled with my baby, she’ll be tied to me forever. Mine in every way that matters.
My cock jerks inside her at the thought of her belly round with my baby.
“Please—please I can’t—I can’t hold it—let me come on your cock—”
I lean over her and swipe her tears away with my thumb. She’s been so good for me.
“No, babydoll,” I grit out, knowing it won’t be long, because I need to release and cover her cervix. “I want my cum so deep inside you that it stays. I’m going to plant a baby in you… want you full of me so you can never leave. Do you know why I need to fill this pretty pussy first, babydoll?”
She nods frantically, tears slipping down her temples, and I feel my control snap.
Driving into her with every ounce of force I have, I come with a low groan, thick pulses of cum flooding her. I don’t stop moving. I grind deep, pushing it further inside her while pleasure crashes though me.
“I have to fill you up first so I can make sure my seed stays,” I say in between my gasps for breath. “You’ll take me better if you orgasm with my cum already inside. Daddy’s filling you up now.”
My hot seed jets out in one final jerk, until there’s nothing left. And she stays still. I know she’s holding back, my perfect Ettie. She listens so well when I get her out of her head.
“Let me feel you. When you pulse full of my cum, it will make it go deeper. Help get you pregnant.”
She locks up instantly, and her eyes fix on mine, and she comes with a gasping scream. Her pussy clamps down so tight it almost hurts, pulsing violently around me as she squirts, soaking my cock, my stomach, the table beneath us. I fuck her through every wave, growling praise against her skin.
“My perfect little doll…”
Another rush of heat rolls down my spine, and I’m coming again before I’ve hardly even finished the first time, slamming deep and pumping more cum into her already-flooded pussy. I drain rope after thick rope deep inside her. I want her messy with me. I want her marked from the inside out.
For several long heartbeats, the only sounds are our ragged breathing and the drip of our combined mess hitting the floor.
I ease out carefully. She whimpers at the loss. I kiss her slow and sweet, brushing my lips across her forehead, her eyelids, and the tip of her nose.
“Stay right here.”
I grab two clean dish towels and roll them up, shoving them under her ass to keep her hips tilted.
“Julian, what are you…”
My thumb gathers the cum that is seeping out of her, and I shove as much as I can back inside.
“You can’t waste it, Ettie,” I tell her, eyes on where my thumb is plugged inside her pretty, swollen pussy lips. “I’ll get you a proper plug soon, but for now this will do.”
“Julian, we can’t. I’m on the pill,” she says.
She hasn’t told me to stop though.
I look up at her. Hold her gaze. “Stop taking it.”
She sucks in her breath. “What?”
“Have you taken it since you’ve been at the cabin?”
Pupils flare dark when she realizes she hasn’t.
“Oh, shit, Julian. I wasn’t thinking. I have an extra pack in my go bag.”
I stay silent and use a clean towel to swipe up the mess between her legs.
When she’s clean enough, I lift her off the counter, cradle her against my chest, and carry her straight to the bedroom. She wraps her arms around my neck. My girl is strong as hell. She’s a force to be reckoned with until I make her come undone for me.
I lay her down on the cool sheets, crawl in beside her, and pull her into me. We’re still sticky, and I don’t care. She’s too tired to shower, and I’m not letting her go anyway.
Her heart beats against mine. Our legs tangle, and my hand strokes slow circles on her back.
“You okay?” I say into her hair.
She nods against my jaw. “Yeah.”
I tip her chin up so I can see her eyes. “I love you, Ettie. More than my own breath. You know that, right?”
Her bottom lip quivers. She buries her face in my neck and nods again.
“I know.”
I kiss the crown of her head.
“Then stay with me,” I whisper. “Let me keep you safe. Let me love you. Let me take care of you.”
She lets out a shaky breath.
“Okay.”
I hold her tighter. And for the first time in a long time, my heart finally remembers how to beat.