Page 36 of Slippery When Wet

My hips started to move up, back and forth off the seat, letting her take me that much more. She gagged, but when I started to slow down, she shook her head and hallowed her mouth.

“Abby,” I tried to warn, but she didn’t need me to. This might have been her first time, but my princess was a natural little cocksucker. My princess never stopped for a moment. Spots filled my vision, and I groaned hard, pushing her down on my length. But she didn’t protest. She swallowed my release, ribbon after ribbon of my seed. The blast was so much, so fucking hard, I was breathless when I came down from it.

By the time I came back down from my high, she was still on her knees in front of me, lapping at the mess she’d made after swallowing everything I’d given her.

“Jesus Christ,” I growled and stood up, bringing her into my arms. I carried Abby like a koala bear through the house and directly to the master bedroom.

“You’re still hard,” she whispered, her hips working against me before I dropped her on the bed. But my sweetness didn’t let me go. Instead, she pulled me onto the bed, forcing me to cover her body with mine. Abby wrapped her legs around my waist, and without hesitation, we made out.

Hot and heavy, I pressed into her soft center but didn’t take it any farther. Abby pulled away and searched my eyes.

“Please, Daddy” she pleaded breathlessly. I shook my head.

“No, Abby?—"

“Why?” she whined, and her swollen lips pouted so fucking adorably I wanted to sink into her even more.

“If I take you, it’s not going to be fucking, baby.” I saw the questions in her eyes, and my gaze softened. “You’re so fucking sweet.”

“Daddy.”

“This thing between us?” She nodded. “It’s not going to be a one-night stand or a fling, princess.”

“But, Daddy?—"

“You’re a virgin.”

“I am.” She nodded, then her eyes softened and stared up at mine with so much longing it almost matched my own. “I want you to take it. I want daddy to be my first. I need you, Abel.” Jesus Christ, I wasn’t a superhero or a fucking saint. How the hell could a man deny that?

“Baby—"

“I know what I want. I’ve waited a very long time. I’m pretty sure I’m the only twenty-seven-year-old V-card member.”

“You wanna lose it because you wanna get rid of it or because—" She didn’t let me finish speaking. My bratty girl leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine. Taking the initiative, kissing me. Her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me completely down onto her. It wasn’t until we were both breathless that she pulled away.

“I want you. I saved it… at the beginning because I wasn’t the best at the whole dating thing, then because I didn’t it want it to be with just anyone. I wanted it to be special. I think…” She licked her lips. My heart raced inside my chest. “I think I’ve been waiting for you, Abel. For us,” she whispered. “I’ve seen you before. I mean—" She blushed. “Around town and stuff, and I’ve always just…”

“What?”

“I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful handsome man I’d ever seen.”

“Abby, Jesus.” I leaned in and rested my forehead against hers.

“I’ve dreamt of you. So many times,” she whispered. My jaw clenched.

“I take you, it’s going to be me claiming you. Do you get that? You give me that cherry you’ve kept safe and sound for me, I’ll be your first and only.” Logically, I knew how insane I sounded. How fucking incredibly crazy she must think I was.

She didn’t know how those moments she thought had been pure coincidence hadn’t been. She was clueless to how I’d followed her around town, how I’d been obsessed and starving for her for so long I didn’t know how the hell I’d lived the majority of my life without her.

She didn’t know it had been that night of her accident that had taken her out.

“I know it’s a lot to ask but…” She pressed the pads of her fingers against my lips. “You already are,” she answered, and I froze. Worried she was just saying what she thought I wanted to hear. But it was the confidence in her answer, the way the truth reflected in her gaze that made me realize that even though it was extremely quick and probably crazy as hell, we were on the same page. Fuck me, we are on the same damn page!

I lifted my body and glanced down between us. Reaching between us, resting my weight on my other forearm, I grabbed my cock and slid it up and down between her dewy folds.

“Fuck, Abby, you’re so damn wet, so slippery.”

“Soaked,” she shared. A deep animalistic sound rose from my throat.

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