Page 26 of Cutter

And with that, doubt crept into her soul. How long before he left…

“Hush your mind, baby girl,” he crooned. “I’m right here, loving you.”

“How?”

“I’m so into you,” he whispered. “I sense your heart. Hear your thoughts. You’re safe with me. Let go.”

Heat flared in her chest and spread in every direction. Trembling, she inhaled and exhaled with difficulty.

“You’re wet, baby girl.”

“Yesss.”

“You like your Daddy’s fingers, don’t you?”

She nodded. Like? No. She craved them. Her mouth was so dry, she couldn’t speak.

“How about this?”

He removed his fingers from her sheath at that slow, maddening speed of his. Feeling abandoned, her empty channel contracted and released, begging in silence for his return. That sensation changed when he pressed hard against her clit and surrounding nerves.

“Oh!” she exclaimed when the press turned into a pinch. He’d taken her clit and flesh between his fingers.

“You have a sweet clit, baby girl. Do you like it pulled?”

“Yes, yes.”

“Hard? Gentle?”

“Please.”

“Please, what? Tell Daddy everything,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head.

“Hard. Take…me.”

“I am, baby. Like this?” He pulled her flesh, and Emily mewled. Ripples of blinding pleasure centered in her clit and rolled out to her weakening thighs. She clung to his shirt because her legs threatened to fail.

“What a good girl. Now, baby, now,” he urged, without stopping. “Give it to me. Show me how you come.”

Emily didn’t realize she’d been repressing her climax. Cutter’s urgings released the mental dam. Arching forward, she rubbed her tingling nipples against his chest as she gave herself to his stimulus.

It was too much…too much…

From some unknown place, thrilling waves took her mind, and she exploded into her orgasm.

As she fluttered and jerked, Cutter released her sensitized clit and cupped her sex with his strong hand until she was spent. It was a curious sensation of intimacy and care. She felt pampered and tied to him. He’d brought her to an orgasm, strictly for herpleasure. Not his. Emily shook, overcome with an emotion she couldn’t define.

“Are you okay?” Wrapping both arms around her, he rubbed her head with his chin. “Happy? Feel good?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“See? I don’t need a club’s gadgets to satisfy you.” He swept her up into his arms and walked back to the sofa. He sat holding her, and she curled into his chest.

“I could stay like this forever,” she murmured.

“That’s good. I have no intention of letting you go. ’Sides, we’re just getting started.”

Emily exhaled. “Just started?”

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