Page 88 of Obey

Nodding, I brush my lips across her temple. “I’m not saying that to make you rush your decision. More to explain why I’mnot splitting you in two with my cock right now. It has to be right, baby girl.” I kiss her again. “It has to be right.”

Her eyes well with unshed tears as she nibbles her lip. She nods. “I love you, too, Jagger.” Her voice is quiet and shaky, but the genuine love that sparkles in her eyes is undeniable.

I kiss her, slowly, deeply, like it’s the first time we’re really kissing each other, and when we finally pull our lips apart, she’s panting.

“Thank you for being such a good Daddy and taking care of me.” She doesn’t wait before she’s bouncing on me, her back sliding up and down the wall with jerky movements. “More. Please. I know we can’t... do that, but... please?” She’s panting, clearly trying to land on me with more and more force. I’m tempted to sit and let her bounce away, but right now, I need to take care of her. I need to make her come apart on me.

I need to feed her hunger.

Gripping her hips, I support her weight, driving against her pussy with each hard thrust, getting faster and faster. She’s so wet she’s dripping down my fucking dick like she’s marking her territory.

She’s holding me tight, letting me lead, letting me protect her from falling, carrying her weight, and drilling against her just the way she needs me too.

With every bounce her tits jiggle, her breathing gets heavier and heavier, and her nails bite into my skin even deeper. My only purpose for being on this earth right now is to make this woman come.

The tighter she grips me, the harder it gets to stay focused. She’s dragging me along with her, straight into the gates of blissful release, whether I want to or not. I need to hang on for her to go first.

Gritting my teeth, I plow against her harder, she’s screaming my name alternating it with Daddy over and over with recklessabandon, pleading with me not to stop. When she comes, everything goes black for a beat before every goddamn drop of cum from my body covers us both.

I need her to come again, to feel her walls around my fingers, imagining they’re gripping my cock, so I spear two fingers inside her and press against her g-spot. The aftershocks ripple through her pussy, fluttering muscles tightening even more around me as she heaves out deep breath after deep breath to try to come back to zero, but I shove her over the edge once again, on a long, guttural scream.

When she eventually opens her eyes, they’re softer, not as manic, not as wild and full of desire. She grins up at me, a wide and warm smile that makes me want to give her the world. “Thank you, Daddy.” Then she bursts into giggles.

“What is it, baby girl?”

She laughs harder. “You’re dripping.” She crams her head against my shoulder.

“I think you’ll find it’syouwho is dripping, Half-Pint. Let’s get you cleaned up so we can get home for round two.”

“I’d like to feel your piercings without anything between us.”

He brought a tote bag with him. When he presents me with a bottle of Tylenol, I look at him.

“It’s not going to be comfortable, Half-Pint. You’re quite small, I’m, well, I’m not. I have piercings, it’s been a while since you’ve had anyone down there, I’d rather get ahead of the pain.”

I’m ready for the pain. I’ve read so many romance novels that go from one momentary sting to the most blissful experience of their lives that it made me curious for factual information. Aftersearching for that on the internet, I regretted my life choices pretty darn fast.

He hands me a bottle of water from the bag, and my curiosity is off the chart. What else is in there? What did he bring? Is it like a Mary Poppins’s bag? Will he pull out a lamp next?

He jerks his chin at the water. “Take the meds, baby girl.”

“Mmmm. Okay.” I do, and he nods appreciatively when I hand him back the bottles.

“Good.”

“You want a drink? Something to eat?” All the moisture has left my body. Tension holds my muscles hostage, tangled in tight knots all over, and I’m sticky enough to need a third shower.

“Shhhh.” He grabs me, picks me up, and plops me facing him in his lap, my knees resting either side of his hips. “Take a breath please.”

It’s hard to do that, my chest is tight with anxiety and nerves have my stomach twisting.

“You’re going to make yourself sick if you don’t cool down, Half-Pint. At some point I’m going to determine you’re not ready and just call it. You’re way too worked up about this. That’s not me diminishing your feelings, I’m just saying, I need you conscious to consent to doing things with me. Fucking an unconscious woman isn’t my kink.”

How can he chuck those words around so easily? Every time he cusses it’s like my body is torn between cringing and melting. I can’t see myself ever throwing around the F-bomb, but maybe I’ll come to be more familiar and less flinch-y when it’s spoken around me. It’s conditioning, the words themselves aren’t a problem, but in my head...

Jagger’s mouth has tugged into a smirk.

“What?”

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