Page 19 of Unwrap Me

“I want you to come again, baby girl,” he says, once he’s done with his assault on my breasts.

“I can’t,” I whine. “I can’t take any more!” I truly don’t think I can. My legs are jelly and my clit aches.

“You can,” he says, pressing a kiss to my lips that has me grinding up into him. Thrusting deep inside me, I groan into his mouth before he pulls away to meet my eyes. “You want to please me, don’t you, baby? And it pleases me to watch you come on my cock over and over again.”

A whimpering sound leaves my lips, but I nod anyway. “Yes, Daddy.”

Chris brings his thumb back down to my clit, circling the oversensitive bundle of nerves quickly. When my body writhes, he sits back, pressing down on my lower stomach and fucking me fast and hard. Pleasure overwhelms my body as I buck my hips, wrists tugging on my restraints for purchase.

“See, I knew you could come again,” he says as he continues working my clit. “Your body was made for Daddy, baby girl. Now come all over my cock.”

I scream as my world comes crashing down around me, the rush of euphoria even more intense than the last two, so much so, I find myself crying in the best way. “Thank you, Daddy!” I shout repeatedly as Chris fucks the orgasm from my body, the pressure on my clit constant as he works in and out of me.

“That’s it, baby.” I can barely hear the words over the blood rushing past my ears. “You’re so perfect. The perfect little gift.”

And then he comes undone with a roar, pulling his cock from my pussy and stroking it quickly. I watch as the ropes of cum paint my flushed skin, coating me in him.

“Beautiful,” he pants as he pumps the last drops from his cock, his eyes focused on the mess he made of me. “I could get used to seeing you sated and covered in my cum.”

And because my brain is still hazy from my release and focused on pleasing him, I say, “Thank you, Daddy.”

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Iwhimper as he eases me out of the restraints. “You did so good, baby,” he whispers, pressing soft kisses to my head. Deft fingers rub at my wrists, and I feel myself curling into his warm body, eyes closing as a comforting haze takes over.

“Don’t fall asleep, Noelle,” Chris says, kissing me one last time before I feel his body weight lift from the bed.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him not to go, but my body feels heavy and groggy. I heard him tell me not to fall asleep, but I sink into the comfort of the bed, needing rest after everything we’ve just done.

“Come here, pretty girl.” The bed is gone, and I’m suddenly weightless. My eyes snap open as my body presses against Chris’s hard chest. He’s carrying me.

“Where are we-”

My question is answered as he brings me into the bathroom. I can hear water running, and my eyes search for the source, finding a large clawfoot tub that Chris stops in front of.

“Can you stand?” he asks, eyes searching mine.

“I think so.” My legs feel wobbly as he sets me upright. He drops to his knees, fingers moving to unclip the garter belt from my stockings. Taking his time, he slides each one down my legs, removing my heels and the garter belt along with them until I’m rid of all clothing.

I watch as he tests the water with his hand. He’s filled the giant tub with water and tons of bubbles that smell amazing. Jasmine, I think. Once Chris is satisfied with the temperature, he lifts me again, setting me gently in the water.

I immediately relax, the warmth of the bath soothing the aches I didn’t realize I had. Chris steps into the water next, sitting down behind me and tugging me into his chest. His arms wrap around my waist, and I sink back into him.

“How’s your bottom?” Chris asks, and I giggle like a child at his use of the wordbottom.“Noelle.” He says my name sternly.

“A little sore,” I tell him, tilting my head back so I can meet his gaze. He’s assessing me in a caring manner, like he needs to make sure I’m okay. It’s kind of sweet, actually, considering the way he just fucked me, making me come repeatedly until my body couldn’t take it anymore.

I’ve never experienced so much pleasure in my life.

Even in the warm water, I know I’m blushing.

“Are you thinking about me?” Chris asks, nuzzling his beard into the crook of my neck.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He groans. “Don’t say that. You’ll get me riled up and you can’t take any more right now.”

I want to say it again just to see him lose it, but he’s right. I definitely can’t take any more right now.

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