Page 69 of Mob Bride

“Yes, but…”

“But what, little girl?”

“I—I wasn’t thinking about that when I got dressed. What if you weren’t the one to undress me?”

Now the tears well in her eyes, and I feel like a complete arse for not thinking first before I spoke.

“Shh,cailín. It’s all right. I’m here now.”

“I know, Daddy. I couldn’t be sure I could get to you. You’re who I wanted and who I was thinking of, but I also feared Jacek would do something to me regardless of his brother’s wishes. And after all the times I’ve turned Bartlomiej down in the months we dated—or whatever it was—mind fucked him—I don’t even know how to describe that pseudo relationship—he’d finally get his way. He’d take what he always believed he deserved.”

She rests her hand over my heart.

“The only one who deserves any part of me—the only one who can ever take what he wants is you, Shane.”

I offer her a dazzling smile to lighten the mood again. She cups my cheeks before giving me a kiss that makes my cock pulse. I want to be inside her, but if I do that, it’s going to be over way too soon. I won’t even thrust before I come. The idea of her pussy being wrapped around me makes my balls ache something fierce.

“Maybe I’ll just keep you naked the entire time you’re here. How about that?” Something flares in her eyes; she likes that idea.

“If it means you could touch me anytime anyhow, then I’d be down for that, but only if you’re naked, too. Only if I can touch you whenever I want.

“Little girl, you can do that regardless of whether I have any clothes on. If we’re in public, maybe don’t grab my dick, but you can always hold my hand or wrap your arms around me. Anything. I’ll never hide from public displays of affection with you, and in private—well, I hope you cup my dick anytime you want.”

“If that’s permission, Daddy, then you better believe I’ll follow those instructions to the T.”

My fingers dip into her moist heat, and I groan from how wet she is for me already.

“Shane, I’m in a perpetual state of arousal—soaked—whenever I think about you, let alone be near you. Even with how scared I was, all I’ve wanted is to feel you inside me again. You’ve ruined me for all other men. I can’t imagine having somebody else inside me. The way you feel is unlike anything I’ve ever had before.”

“I know,cailín.I feel the exact same.”

I work her pussy, my thumb rubbing her clit as she raises and lowers her hips in time with my fingers. We continue to kiss; the need growing exponentially by second. I lift her and turn her to straddle me.

“I want to get you off, Carrie. This isn’t about me. It’s not about reciprocating. It’s about taking care of you.

“But that’s not what I want. I don’t want this to just be about me. I want it to be about equals.”

“Later, Carrie. Right now, I think you deserve a bit of spoiling, so Daddy decides.”

It might kill me, but I want this for her even more than I want to get off.

“Thank you.” Her voice quivers as she gets closer to coming.

“I’m spoiling you, little girl, but you will ask for each orgasm I give you because I can give them, and I can take them away.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Her breathlessness tells me that’s exactly what she wants. Her pupils dilate, and a flush rises along her neck into her cheeks.

“Daddy, please may I come?... Please?!”

“Yes,cailín.”

Her moan is one of ecstasy, and I don’t think I have felt more manly in my entire life. None of the times I’ve taken someone out. None of the times I’ve drunk my brothers and cousins under the table. None of the times I’ve lifted more than Seamus and Cormac, who’re both built like ox. None of those things made me feel like more of a man than right this minute when I look down at Carrie, and I know I’ve taken her mind off of her problems and given her pleasure—given her relief. That’s what makes me happy.

I continue to work her pussy, adding another finger, so now I have three inside her. She’s tight, and it reminds me of how good it felt to be inside her. I’ll enjoy that later. My fingers stroke her g spot as her feet push down on the sofa cushion, raising her hips as high as she can, chasing my questing fingers.

“Is this how you like it,cailín?”

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