He rises to his feet with a groan of surrender, already reaching for his zipper. I watch through wide, dazed eyes as he pulls his cock out, my breath stalling in my throat.
"Daddy…"
"It's okay, Fairy. I'll fit." He wraps a fist around his massive erection, stroking from root to tip. "You'll love the way I fit."
"Do it. Put it in me. Please, Aidan."
"Christ, my baby girl's first time shouldn't be on a kitchen table, but I'm a greedy bastard. I can't wait," he groans, shoving the chair back as he steps up between my legs. He leans down, brushing his lips against mine. "I’ll make it up to you, Fairy."
"It's perfect. You're perfect," I whisper against his lips. "This is exactly what I want." A man who wants me so freaking badly he can't think straight. One who already made me come twice.Aidan.
He kisses me sweetly, running his cock through my folds. I gasp, arching against him. And then I arch again, wiggling, desperate, trying to get him inside me.
He pulls back slightly, his gaze locking with mine through our masks. "I need to see your eyes, baby girl. If I can't see your face, I need to see your eyes…"
There's something in his gaze, some emotion I have no name for, no experience with. But it's deep. And powerful. He isn't asking me to remove the mask and reveal myself. He hasn't asked for that a single time. He's simply accepted me on my terms.
So, I don't even hesitate to rip it off now, giving him all of me. It's what he deserves.
"Elysa," he whispers, his eyes flaring bright as the sun.
"You knew," I realize.
He nods. "Figured it out when you mentioned the ex."
"You didn't say anything."
"I can’t be your daddy without trust, Fairy,” he murmurs. “There has to be a foundation to build on, or it falls apart. If you can’t trust me with your comfort, how can you trust me not to push you past your limits or not to take more than you’re willing to give? I’m not going to risk what we're building here. Not fucking ever. I knew you'd tell me when you were ready. I was willing to wait.”
I always thought falling in love was a metaphor, not something you could actually feel happening. But in this moment, I feel myself slip head over heels into love with him. It's wild and fierce, as bright and hot as the sun. And my God, it's beautiful.
No wonder my clients fight so hard to keep it. This feeling is worth any battle. And it's worth any risk, too.
He kisses me again. "Are you ready now, baby girl?"
"Are you going to take off your mask?"
Something dark and wicked rolls through his eyes as he slowly begins to push forward. "Nope," he growls softly. "You're going to be a good girl and let Daddy fuck you in his mask just like this."
Oh. My. God.
I moan loudly, arching against him. He fills me inch by inch, slowly stretching me, with his eyes locked on my face the whole time, as if he can't look away now that I've revealed myself to him. I can't look away either. The sheer ecstasy in his eyes is beautiful.
So is the way pleasure mingles with a tiny bite of pain as he claims me, making me his. I love it so damn much. It doesn't really hurt. It feels… like forever.
"You okay, Fairy?" he asks when his hips come to rest against mine and he's so deep he's stealing my breath.
"Yes," I gasp, writhing, unable to stay still. "Please move. Please."
His eyes heat and darken as he immediately gives me what I want, pulling back before he surges forward again. I cry out in bliss, ecstasy sliding through my veins.
He keeps going, pounding into me again and again, slowly at first and then faster. Until every breath, every second, I feel like I'm going to shatter into pieces. I've never felt like this—so whole, so perfect. So adored.
"God, baby girl. Look at you," he groans. "You're so fucking perfect wrapped around Daddy's cock."
"Aidan," I whimper, my inner muscles fluttering.
"Come for me, Elysa. I want you all over me." He slips his hands under my ass, lifting me into each thrust. The change in angle is divine, allowing him to slip in even deeper. His cock glides against my G-spot again and again.