Page 6 of A Shot at Love

“Yes, daddy,” I sigh, the word slipping out before I can think about it. Immediately, I begin to take it back saying, “I’m sorry, I–”

“You want daddy to take care of you?” he asks, his voice dropping down to a lower octave. “Is that what you want, baby?”

I shudder, my hands on his shoulders gripping him even harder. I whisper, “Yes, daddy,” then, I squeak when he picks me up and starts walking me through his house.

Chapter Five

Oliver

Jenna holds onto me tightly, her hips grinding against my front as I carry her up the stairs to my bedroom. I don’t even think she’s conscious of what she’s doing, her body chasing the pleasure she desires and relying on its base instincts to do it. With the way she’s acting, I bet she’s never even had an orgasm before.

Once I get her into my bedroom, I settle her on the edge of my bed. I cup her face in my hand, noting how small her face is compared to it. Then, I lean forward and kiss her gently.

“Daddy’s going to take care of everything,” I assure her, loving the way her eyes glaze over when I call myself that. “You just sit back and let me make you feel good.”

I wait until I hear that sweet voice of hers say, “Okay, daddy.”

God, it shouldn’t turn me on hearing her say that, but it does. And clearly, she loves it too. So, it looks like the two of us are diving into the deep end together.

Together. I fucking love the sound of that.

I lean in, kissing her reverently. She relaxes into the contact, her hands grabbing onto my wrists as I caress the hem of her soft t-shirt. Her touch slides up as my hands drift under the fabric. Beneath my fingertips, the muscles of her abdomen jump. When I break the kiss to pull the shirt over her head, she lifts her arms to help me.

The shirt falls to the floor at my feet, and I take a moment to admire the newly revealed skin. She’s gorgeous. A smattering of freckles is laid across her shoulders. There’s a dusting of them atop the swell of her breasts. I can’t stop myself from leaning down to press kisses to each of them.

“My gorgeous girl,” I tell her, my fingers dancing up and down her sides. “These clothes need to come off so I can see the rest of your perfect body.”

Jenna nods eagerly, leaning in for another kiss. I’m so hard I can barely stand up straight, but Jenna deserves my patience. I’d give her anything in the entire world, and I get to show her that tonight.

This time, when our lips meet, the kiss is messy. She’s desperate for more, though I suspect she wouldn’t be able to articulate what she wants. Knowing that drives me crazy. I’m in control of her pleasure. She’s trusting me to take good care of her, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

I’m going to make her feel so incredible that she’s ruined for any other man. Not that there’s ever going to be another man.

I use my height to guide her backwards onto the bed without breaking the kiss. Once she’s lying down, I reach for the waistband of her black sweatpants. As if reading my mind, she lifts her hips to help me strip them from her body. They come off easily, her underwear going alone with them.

Her low-cut sports bra is the last thing standing in my way. Jenna senses it before I do, sitting up and stripping it from her chest. Then, she tosses it to the side, giggling against my lips.

“Fuck,” I curse into her mouth. I lean away, my eyes racking over her body. “You’re beautiful, Jenna.”

Beautiful is an understatement. This woman is without a doubt the most perfect creature to ever walk this earth. She’s adorned with freckles everywhere, the marks laying out a map of every single place I want to kiss her. They contrast so beautifully against her milky skin that I find myself attempting to write love poems in my head totryto express how I feel about her.

I reach forward, tweaking her hard, dusty pink nipples as I continue devouring her with my gaze. Beneath her skin, there’s lean muscle, the signs that she’s an athlete too. I try not to dwell on what that means for our activities in the bedroom, but I have a feeling she’ll give me a run for my money.

Pinching the nubs between my fingers and drawing a breathy gasp out of her, I put my mouth on her neck and suck a bruise there, then I let my gaze drift lower. Her thighs are strong, and her legs are long. Nestled between those gorgeous legs is a sight that makes my mouth water.

Her pussy is dripping wet and light pink. There’s a dusting of red hair above it – freshly trimmed, like she was anticipating this happening. I move to my knees, eager to taste her sweetness. Jenna whines, grinding down into my touch. My cock aches, needing attention, needing to be inside of her.

I take my hand away, drinking up the needy noise that Jenna makes in response. With precision, I rip my shirt off and throw it off to the side. Then, I lean in, running my tongue through her folds as I start to work myself out of my jeans.

My hands fumble with the belt buckle and the button. I’m too taken by how good she tastes. She’s better than those expensive wines my teammates always buy. Her tangy, slightly sweet nectar coats my tongue as I eat her out. Above me, she moans for me, moans for her daddy.

I keep going until she’s shaking, flicking my tongue over her clit and groaning with pleasure each time her breath hitches. I know she’s getting close, but I’m selfish. I want her to cum with my cock inside her. I want what I think will be her first orgasm to be given to her by my cock.

My chest heaving, I force myself away from her sweetness. As I’m kicking my pants off, I tell her, “Get further up on the bed for me, little girl.”

Jenna stays where she is for a moment, and when I look at her face, I see the reason. Her eyes are locked on my aching member. I grin, knowing I’m bigger than average.

“It’s okay, baby,” I tell her, guiding her back onto the pillows. “Daddy’s going to make you feel so good. I’ll fit in your tight little pussy.”

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