Chapter 14 #2
He spread my legs and settled between them, bracing himself on his elbows so he could see every inch of me. “You’re soaked. Jesus, Lottie.” His thumb brushed my clit, and I nearly arched off the bed.
He made a sound deep in his chest and pressed his mouth to my belly. I squeezed my eyes shut because looking at him made it worse, made it too much. But then he touched me, really touched me, fingers gentle, sliding through the wetness and stroking that bundle of nerves until I went liquid inside.
He circled and pressed, teasing but never cruel, and I couldn’t help it—I rocked against his hand, desperate for more. Every time I whimpered, he praised me, told me what a good girl I was, how perfect I looked. It wrecked me. I sobbed his name and begged without even meaning to.
Walker bent and kissed my tummy, my hipbone, the inside of my thigh. I squirmed, helpless, but his grip was so strong I couldn’t even move an inch unless he wanted me to.
“Daddy, please,” I whispered. I barely recognized my own voice.
He didn’t answer. Just mouthed a trail up my body, his breath hot, then let his fingers drift up, slowly, pressing where I needed it most. My hips jerked off the bed, desperate, but he just held me down, palm wide and sure.
The first real touch wasn’t gentle—not soft, not asking—but it wasn’t harsh, either. It was inevitable. He spread me with those big hands, and when his tongue flicked over my clit I nearly sobbed.
I couldn’t help it. I grabbed at his hair, his shoulders, anything. My entire world tunneled down to that feeling. The wet heat of his mouth, the way he sucked and licked and teased until I thought I’d actually scream. I’d never felt anything like it in my life. Not even close.
He kept going, tongue stroking hard and slow, then faster, then gentling off just when I thought I’d die. Every time I cried out, he made a noise low in his throat and doubled down.
He slipped a finger inside, then a second. Didn’t even hesitate. My body stretched, greedy for it, and the stretch was good. He curled his fingers and crooked them just right, and everything went white behind my eyes.
“Daddy, I can’t—I can’t, it’s too much,” I whimpered, and he just chuckled, dark and rough, mouth not moving from where it was destroying me.
“Only stopping if you say red,” he growled, then paused, giving me a chance but I shook my head and begged him not to stop. “You’re Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?”
I didn’t even know what I was saying. I just nodded, frantic, the word yes tumbling out of my mouth over and over. I wasn’t even embarrassed. I needed him to make it better, to make it all go away except the feeling of his hands, his mouth, his voice.
He sucked my clit and pumped his fingers, slow and steady, then faster, then gentler, never letting me quite get my bearings. The pressure built so high I thought I’d break. I felt myself go tight, tighter, then everything snapped and the world went black around the edges.
I came so hard I saw stars. My whole body curled in on itself, every muscle clenching.
I sobbed his name. I couldn’t stop shaking.
Walker held me through it, his mouth and hands easing off, soothing, then just petting my thigh, my hip, soft little circles that made me feel like I wasn’t going to shatter after all.
Every part of me went limp. I didn’t even have the energy to be embarrassed that I’d just lost my mind from his mouth. I just lay there, letting the aftershocks roll through me, and tried to breathe.
He crawled up and kissed me, really kissed me.
His hands were gentle now, cradling my face, brushing my hair out of my eyes.
“You okay, princess?” he murmured, voice gone soft.
His hands framed my face, thumbs stroking gently against my cheekbones.
I didn’t even know how to answer. The world felt faded around the edges, like I’d lost color and sound and only Walker could bring it back.
I nodded. Couldn’t do anything but nod. “I…I think so.” My voice sounded weird, like it belonged to someone else.
Walker huffed a laugh, low and rough. “You did amazing,” he told me, and that made it real. Not a mistake. Not something I had to apologize for.
I curled into him, hiding my face in his throat. He smelled like warmth and soap, like cedar and aftershave and something darker. He just held me. His arms were iron bands, but gentle. His lips pressed against my temple, a kiss so light it made my chest ache.
“Need anything?” he asked, like he expected I’d short out if I didn’t answer.
I shook my head. “Just you.” The words fell out, unguarded.
He stilled, then squeezed me so tightly I thought my ribs would pop. Not painful, just everything, all at once. His hand cupped my head, fingers tangled in my hair. I let him hold me. I didn’t even care that I was sweaty and probably looked a mess.
He made a noise, almost a growl, but softer. “You’re perfect for me, you know that?”
My throat closed up. I hadn’t known. Not really. But I wanted it to be true.
I could have slept right there, wrapped up in his arms. But then I caught the look in his eyes, the way his pupils were blown wide, the flush on his cheeks, and I realized—
He wanted me. Still. Even after everything.
I felt myself go soft and hot, the ache coming back. I wanted to touch him. Not because I owed him, not because I thought he’d leave if I didn’t, but because I wanted to. More than anything, I wanted to make him feel the way he made me feel.
I reached out, just a little, and my fingers brushed along his ribs. He caught my hand, just like that, his palm completely swallowing mine.
“You don’t have to,” he rumbled, barely above a whisper.
“I want to.” I stared at his face, my heart thumping in my throat. “Do you…have condoms?”
Walker
I nodded, a sharp, single movement, and rolled onto my back, pulling her with me until she sprawled across my chest. Her skin was scorching, and I could feel her heart racing under my cheek.
Her fingers traced down my abs, and I was hard—all of me.
She wanted this; she wanted me. I could see it in her eyes.
She wanted to watch as I came inside her.
I stared at her, then my jaw locked. I rolled out from under her, barely holding it together as I fumbled for the drawer.
Condoms, easy. Lube, easier. I tossed them onto the bed and cupped her face, searching her eyes.
"You sure?" My voice was rough with the effort of holding back.
"Yes," she whispered, almost unrecognizable. "I want it. I want you."
I groaned, a real, pained sound. "Lie back.
Let Daddy look at you." She melted, her thighs already falling open.
I just stared at her like she was the only thing that mattered.
"God, you're beautiful." My thumb traced her cheek. I bent and kissed her, slowly at first, then harder, my hand under her neck like I couldn’t let go for even a second.
She kissed me back, frantic. I wanted her, all of her, and when I tugged off my shirt, heat rolled through her so quickly she almost whimpered.
My body was solid muscle, arms covered in ink, scars everywhere.
She wanted to touch every inch of me, but I was already over her, kneeling between her legs, opening the condom.
I rolled it on with hands that shook, just a little.
"Daddy’s going to go slow," I promised. "If you want to stop, you say so. You’re in charge, princess.
" She was shaking, but it wasn't fear. It was too much wanting, too much everything.
I slicked myself with lube, then my fingers went back to her, gentle, circling her clit once, twice, opening her up with slow, careful strokes.
Then I pressed the tip of my cock to her. Waited. "Tell me if it hurts."
She nodded, breathless. I pushed in, slowly, so slowly, barely an inch at a time, and it nearly killed me.
"Please. More. I need it." I groaned and eased in another inch. I braced myself on my elbows, watching every micro-expression on her face. I moved, slow and careful, hips flexing until she could feel every inch, every vein, pushing deeper inside. Her body stretched around me, greedy, desperate, and I realized—she wanted it. She actually wanted it. I groaned, sweat beading at my temples. "Fuck, Lottie...you’re...you’re perfect.
So fucking tight. Daddy loves how you feel.
" Her hands gripped my shoulders. She clung to me, nails digging in, and I didn't flinch.
I wanted it. The way my whole body trembled told her everything she needed to know.
That she was good, that she was wanted, that I wasn't holding it together any better than she was. I started rocking, not hard at first, just relentless, letting her adjust. I swallowed every sound she made, kissed her cheek and her lips and her neck like I couldn’t stand not touching every part of her at once.
“You’re so deep,” she whispered, almost like she was afraid to say it out loud.
I nodded, breath stuttering. “Taking all of me, princess. Such a good girl.” The praise made her shudder. She went tighter, and I nearly lost it.
I stilled, but then I had to move and then rocked in harder. She whimpered, so sweet and needy I could barely see straight. The scent of her, the way she clung to me, the tiny gasps and whimpers—I’d never felt anything like it.
“Tell Daddy what you need,” I whispered, my hand sliding down to stroke her hip. “You want more?”
She nodded. “I want to feel you.”
Fuck. My vision went white at the edges. I picked up the rhythm, still careful, but letting her have it. I could feel her body opening for me, soft and slick and perfect, and I knew she was close. I reached down, thumb finding her clit, and circled it slow.
“You’re perfect, princess, so fucking perfect,” I told her, because it was true. “Daddy’s so proud of you.”
That did it. Her whole body locked up, and she sobbed, the sound raw, and then she shattered. I felt it—the way she clenched down on my cock, the way her body went wild, desperate to hold on. She came hard, spilling over, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever felt.
I lost it. I couldn’t have held back if I tried.
I fucked her through it, but I was so deep, so tight inside her, I barely managed to groan out her name before I came, hard, hips locked tight to hers.
Every muscle in my body shook. I held her there, buried as deep as I could go, and just let it happen.