“You are a good girl, aren’t you?”
I ran the backs of my fingers over her cheek.
“Yes.” Her voice was breathless as her eyes closed.
“Tell me, dove. What do you want me to do?”
It might have been fucked up, or maybe this was normal, but I could stand here and listen to her breathe all night if I didn’t have to get onto our other plans.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she slipped her hands to my waist and fumbled with the buckle of my belt.
The moment her fingers brushed over the skin of my stomach, I couldn’t stop the way my muscles flexed in response or how my cock twitched in anticipation. Greedy bastard.
“I want you, Zeiden. I want you to claim me. Show me that I’m yours and only ever yours.”
I dropped the knife on the small shelf to the side of us, freeing my hands to run over her. I feathered my fingers over her sides, moving up and up, pushing her arms up and over her head. I gripped both wrists with one hand.
“You are fucking perfect, Daisy.”
I claimed her lips hard and rough as I slid my free hand between her legs. I slipped a finger between her folds, pausing at her clit where I spent several seconds playing with her sensitive little nub until her hands fought against my hold.
I slipped my fingers lower, finding her already slick and ready for me. My cock twitched against the confines of my pants. Patience.
I circled my finger over her tight entrance, waiting for her to beg me to stop. Her next little whimper against my lips was all I needed.
Slipping two fingers in at the same time, I stretched her quickly. I had been here only an hour ago; she was ready for me.
I broke the kiss.
“Your body was made for me. Every little quiver is for me. Every shudder is mine. Fuck, Daisy. The idea of anyone ever touching you, ever…”
I claimed her mouth again as I released her hands and slipped mine from her dripping pussy. She wrapped them around my neck, the weight of her telling me that she fought to hold herself up. I freed my cock in seconds, ready to ease the pain of wanting for both of us.
Unwrapping her arms from my neck, I twirled her around, placing her hands on the wall. This was a new view of my dove, and fuck if I could be any fucking harder. I ran my hand from the nape of her neck, down her spine, over her ass. I spanked her once, loving the squeak she let out.
Before she could scold me or praise me, I was already kicking her feet wider and pulling her hips up, moving her against my cock until the crown was lined up with her slick little cunt.
I pushed through her entrance, loving the way her body was so fucking ready for me. In one quick thrust I buried myself deep. Deeper than I’d ever been.
“Fuck, dove. Your pussy feels like home.”
She cried out the moment I pulled out of her, her tight muscle trying to hold onto me, trying to suck me back in on her terms, but I lingered a second and then slammed back in, loving the way she cried out.
“Zeiden. Yes. More, please. Fuck me.”
Just my name on her lips was all I needed, but the way she asked me so nicely? I retreated just to slam back inside her again and again. I held her hips tightly against me so that I could do with her as I pleased. I could give her the pleasure she craved. I could fuck her harder and harder like I needed.
The water splashed over us, and her groans and gasps and whimpers filled my mind, pushing away all my demons. She was my every fantasy.
I slipped one hand around her hip and down between her legs. I slid my finger against the swollen bud there and stroked her in time with my thrusts.
She rewarded me when the walls of her pussy clamped down on my cock and I felt her legs quiver. My grip tightened on her hip because now it was my turn. I fucked harder. Her walls spasmed around me, growing tighter, and fucking hell if it didn’t feel like the greatest pleasure. One more thrust and hearing theway her cries had turned into little mews had me losing myself on my last thrust and spilling deep inside her.
My chest heaved as I felt my cock spasm within her, knowing that she was full of my seed and only ever mine.
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