Page 31 of Until Daddy

“I want to hear you come,” he whispered against her nipple. “Come for me, Carissa-girl.”

His hand pressed harder, her fingers dove deeper, and at one more nip of his teeth around her nipple, she arched off the bed and cried out. She still held on to him with her left hand, digging her nails into his skin as the immense waves of her orgasm spun her from reality. She could hear him, hear his words of encouragement, riding her through the orgasm, but none of it registered. The soft tone of his arousal and approval covered her, softening her landing as the pulsations around her fingers began to ease.

Air came harshly to her, and she gulped it in. Her fingers slid from her passage but her hand stayed where it was. He was still holding her there, and he didn’t seem likely to move.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said, leaving her breast and kissing her lips. She moaned into the kiss. His lips pressed hard against hers, and just as she opened to him, inviting him in, he pulled back and smiled down at her.

He gripped the wrist of the hand she’d just found her pleasure with and brought it to his mouth. Parting his lips, he took her two fingers inside and twirled his tongue around them, sucking the digits clean. She swallowed, enjoying the vision almost too much.

When he was finished, he dropped her hand to her belly and moved off the bed. He made quick work of unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. She watched, fascinated by the amount of control he possessed over his own body. His cock looked ready to burst when he dropped his boxers, but he’d waited. He hadn’t taken any moves to find his own release.

“Keep your thighs open,” he ordered and climbed between her legs. As if she’d close herself off from him after the explosion he’d just caused in her body. It may have been her fingers doing the work, but it was him, all him who had made her orgasm the mind-altering event it was.

His hand wrapped around his thick shaft, positioning it at her entrance. She gripped her thighs with both hands, watching as he pumped his cock.

“Such a good girl for Daddy.” And although he’d already said that, had already told her how much it pleased him, the approval and the pride threaded in his tone made her smile, made her chest expand with pride.

He looked ready to thrust into her, but he could read her body better than she herself. He eased into her passage, moving slowly and letting her stretch around him. She’d already come, she’d already shattered into a million pieces. Her clit was still sensitive from her orgasm, her entrance still recovering from the explosion just moments before, but everything calmed beneath his touch.

He rocked over her in slow, deliberate thrusts. His hands splayed out on either side of her head, his face only a breath away. His eyes bored into hers, but she didn’t look away this time. She couldn’t. She didn’t want to. He was a man possessed, a man in possession of what was his, and she didn’t want to see anything other than that look of ownership, that look of pride in his eyes as he ground his pelvis into her. Not too much, not too little, the perfect amount of friction against her clit.

The pressure began to build again, he started to thrust harder, faster. His eyes never left hers. Guttural sounds of his pleasure filled the space between them. Her own moans were lost in the air, mingling with the light creaking of her mattress.

“Come for me again, Carissa. I want to feel you come.” He dove deeper into her, pressing his body against her clit. She arched upward, taking him, wanting everything he could give her.

She didn’t think it possible, so soon after a hard orgasm had ripped through her. But his words, his tone, the way he seemed to own her with just his stare brought her to the brink and with one more hard thrust, she toppled over the edge. Another mind-bending release took her away and let her see the tenderness with which he fucked her, the sweetness of his possession and the passion of his desire.

He moved his hand to grip her hip and pushed harder into her, his breaths coming faster, his groans more animalistic. Just as the waves began to subside within her, he groaned and stilled, finding his own release, and his seed pumped into her body.

He let out a long breath and rested his forehead against hers, his hot breath mingling with her own.

“I probably could have forgone the run today,” she whispered after several silent moments stretched out between them.

He laughed and slapped her hip. “Yeah, you probably could have.”

Slipping from her body, he moved to her side, pulling her to cuddle beside him. She could feel his seed spilling from her, knowing she should get up and clean herself, but he wouldn’t let her go.

“I’ll take care of it,” he promised, again reading her thoughts. “I’ll take care of everything if you’ll only give over and let me.” A kiss pressed against her forehead.

And in that moment, with his arms wrapped around her, his heart pounding beneath her ear on his chest, she could see herself doing it. Doing exactly what he asked, giving over completely, for more than just a set amount of time.

But what scared her, what made her mouth dry with fear, was that she couldn’t just see it—she wanted it as well.

Chapter 9

“My father has invited us over to dinner on Sunday night,” Jamison said over an impromptu meal of pizza and beer. His girl didn’t know how to keep a fridge stocked. He’d tried to rustle up something for them to eat, but only found several containers of leftover take out and some eggs.

“Your father?” She seemed to blanch a bit at the mention of his father. Given her thoughts on any longstanding relationship between them, he understood, but meeting Barron Croft wasn’t the same as meeting your lover’s father. It was business.

“He’s trying to convince me to join him on a new business venture. It’s just a business dinner, really.” He took a pull of his beer. Her kitchen was a bit cramped. He tried to scoot his chair back a bit more to get comfortable and knocked into the pantry door.

“You don’t get along outside of business?” she asked, picking the sausage from her piece of pizza. She’d asked for sausage pizza when he’d suggested they order in, and at first, he thought she’d changed her mind. But she picked off all the sausage and ate it last, after her slice was gone.

“We don’t really talk other than business.” He shrugged, putting his beer back on the table. “Just his way.”

“And your mom? You haven’t mentioned her.” She popped a round bit of the spicy meat into her mouth.

His stomach tightened. It had been almost two decades since he’d seen his mother, but still the mention of her could make his gut twist.

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