Page 67 of Desperate Needs

“Oh no, Little Girl. You call me something else when I’m filling this cunt nine and a half inches deep,” he grunted, withdrawing till just his crown stayed inside me.

My mouth opened.

Fuck.

That was hot.

My body was burning up like a comet, and I was desperate for him to do anything, everything.

I needed more. I tried to flex my hips, but he squeezed them, stilling my movements.

“Daddy! Please,” I begged.

“Please what? What do you need?”

“I need you to make me come. Please let me come,” I whimpered, frustrated tears rolling down my face.

“Easy, Darlin’. Hold on to me. Daddy’s got you,” he said, licking my face, sucking up my tears as he started to stroke back inside.

The sound of our sex was lewd and loud, but it was so damn sexy. A squelching, slapping symphony of sounds.

He grunted as he moved harder, grinding the base of his thick shaft just right, hitting my clit and making tendrils of pleasure spike through my blood.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on as he fucked me against the wall.

A familiar tingle began to build just then. It started in my belly, then moved down, sinking deeper, lower and getting stronger with every swivel and grind of his body.

“Oh yes, yes, Daddy, yes!” I screamed and my pussy contracted, squeezing his fat cock so damn tight it’s almost violent.

My eyes closed, and I almost blacked out with the intensity of my orgasm, but I managed to open them in time to see Connor’s face twist as he found his own release inside my willing flesh.

God, he was gorgeous like that. Face scrunched and teeth bared like an animal about to howl. His pumps were erratic, no rhyme or reason, but every move brings another tremor to my body.

I can’t do anything but accept it. I took it all in, every sound, sight, and smell. I just swallowed them all down to the very depths of my soul.

Holding on to Connor through every aftershock, until we both slid to the floor. He has one hand pressed against the wall as his knees hit the ground, still holding my weight up with his body and his other hand on my ass.

I couldn’t move to help him. Didn’t even know how. All I knew was that my emotions were so big and so hot I thought they would vaporize me.

His entire body shook and as I came back to myself, I held him sweetly, cradling him close and whispering words I had no idea what I said, but it felt right. Necessary even.

He lifted his head, those coal black eyes of his locked onto mine, then he kissed me. And for the first time, it was gentle, full of feeling and tenderness.

“Gotta put you down a sec, then I’ll pick you up,” he whispered, and did just that.

We stopped at the primary bathroom adjoining his bedroom and Connor turned on the jets to what was probably the most luxurious shower I had ever seen, and that was saying something.

We were both too raw to speak, and I followed his unspoken commands and moved beneath the spray of water, using his body wash to clean the sticky mess we made from my skin while he did the same on his side.

Connor left the stall first, greeting me with a fluffy towel when I exited fifteen minutes later. He was already dry and wore a pair of silky gray boxers.

My mouth watered at the sight. Really. His entire body was built as if that was his only job. Like he just worked out all day to make unsuspecting women drool and fall at his feet.

Nice feet, too.

But it was all the dark tatts covering up his thick thighs and broad chest, those huge biceps that allowed him to hold a girl like me like I weighed nothing that made me swoon.

I walked to him on unsteady legs, reaching for the towel, but instead of handing it to me, he opened it. I had no choice but to step inside the wall that was his body. To let it wrap around me, making me feel small and secure, and goddamn it, I wanted to weep.

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