Page 15 of Barbarian Daddies

“I want you,” I whisper as I peer deep into her eyes. “Right now.”

“Maur.”

“Don’t tell me it’s not mutual.”

“It is, dammit,” Cynthia sighs deeply. “I just…”

“Just what? Why don’t you stop holding yourself back? What’s the worst that can happen?” I run my fingers through her long, black hair, reveling in the sensation as she slowly tilts her head back for me.

“I might fall in love,” she whispers.

I laugh lightly. “I think it’s too late to worry about that.”

She’s about to lie to me, surely, so I cover her mouth with mine and kiss her passionately. It’s all I need to demolish her defenses, at least for tonight. The wind murmurs in the distance, heat rising from the scarlet sands as I pull her into my arms and hold her tightly. She’s so small compared to me. So delicate and fragile, yet with a heart made of steel. Her inner strength turns me on the most, I see that now.

“Let go,” I say, my lips brushing over hers. She shudders in my embrace, unable to pull her gaze from mine. “Just let go.”

“Damn you, Maur!” Cynthia snarls and kisses me.

It’s a different kind of kiss, though. It takes me by surprise. Ravenously furious, spiteful even as our tongues clash, as I taste her sweetness and she bites my lower lip. I groan harshly and return the favor, nibbling on hers until she gasps, then start trailing wet kisses down her neck.

Her hands rest on my shoulders for a while, fingers shyly registering every curve of my muscles, but then they slip downward as she clumsily removes my loincloth and silver belts, tossing them aside. I have a mind to rip this dress off her, but I can’t have her return to town naked, so I gingerly pull the straps down and let the whole thing fall around her feet while I bite the side of her neck.

“Oh!” she whimpers as my fangs dig into her skin. I know my strength. I know when to stop, but right now, I’m testing Cynthia, and she is wonderfully responsive to levels of arousal I’d hoped I’d be able to introduce sooner rather than later.

It makes my cock jump, the whole thing pressed against her belly.

“Come here,” I say and lead her to the water’s edge, where the sand is soft and wet to lie on.

A moment later, she’s on her back, and I am kneeling between her splayed legs, beckoning myself to be patient as I admire her beautiful figure. Her full breasts with hardened, brownish nipples. Her caramel skin and generous hips. Her slick pussy, desire glistening shamelessly between her folds.

“Touch yourself,” I command her in a low voice.

Cynthia stares at me for a few seconds, but her hands are quick to obey. First, they cover her breasts, massaging in circular motions while I stroke myself closer to a devastating edge. Dammit, this woman will have me exploding early if I’m not careful. She’s brimming with the kind of sex appeal that will make me her slave for life, but first, I must conquer her. I must dominate her until she fully submits to me. We’re off to a good start.

“Do you like it?” I ask.

“Mhm…” she manages, her lips parted as her gaze wanders down to my erection.

“Pinch your nipples hard,” I reply.

She hisses as her index and thumb fingers press those precious nubs tightly between them. Most of my blood has traveled to my cock. I’d plunge into her, but I want her pleasure first. I want her to come over and over until she’s spent, until I have to carry her home.

“Harder,” I say.

“Like this?” she whimpers, pinching harder while her hips begin a slow swaying motion.

“Yes. Keep one hand up and take the other one down. Your perfect pussy is in desperate need of attention.”

She raises an eyebrow at me. “And what are you doing?”

“Watching. Enjoying the show. Don’t you like being watched, Cynthia?”

She thinks about it for a moment, then blinks slowly and offers a muted nod.

“Good. Then do it,” I say.

She touches herself, fingers sliding between those wet folds to reveal a swollen, pink clit. I can’t help but lick my lips as I watch her index flick it slowly at first. “Oh, Maur. I’m gonna come.”

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