Page 51 of All of Me

Holding his body over mine, I feel his thick cock press against my ass, the bead of precum brushing against my skin. When he reaches down to grip his dick, he lowers his body and slides his thick length up and down between my slit. With some pressure, he pushes into me and my body instantly clenches around him.

“Fuckkkk,” he seethes and I cannot help the smirk that takes over my face. “You’re so fucking tight, Callie.” He pushes himself fully into me and I grip the sheets. He slowly pulls out, leaving just the head of his cock inside me before he eases back into me.

At this angle, I can feel him in a way I never have before. My body aches in the most delicious way possible as I adjust to his size.

I’m sore but I beg for more.

“Are you sure, Kitty?” he asks, wanting to make sure I can actually handle what I’m asking for.

“Please,” I beg, “Please fuck me. I need more. I need all of you. I promise I’ll tell you if it’s too much. Please don’t hold back.”

He leans forward, his chest pressed against my back as he nibbles on my ear. “God, I fucking love you.”

“I love you, too. But please–”

Before I can finish my thought, he rams himself back into me, no holding back exactly like I asked. It feels even better than I imagined and he fills me so perfectly.

With his hands planted firmly on either side of my head, he fucks me mercilessly, the urge to scream taking over. I wrap my hands around his wrists, using the leverage to push myself back against him, taking him even deeper.

He leans down again and the feeling of his breath on my neck is nearly enough for me to let go completely. “I need you to be quiet for me. Take my cock like a good girl and keep your mouth shut.” I swear the demand in his tone is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

Until now, the thought of calling someone Daddy during sex had never crossed my mind, but at this moment, it feels right. The word slips from my lips before I can stop it. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, my voice trembling with equal parts desire and uncertainty. Heat floods my cheeks as I wait, praying the words don’t shatter the intensity between us.

I’ve called himSirbefore, the title a reflection of his commanding presence, but this feels different, deeper, more intimate. The word carries an unspoken trust, a surrender that shifts the air between us, making everything feel charged. To my pleasant surprise, the change to the honorific seems to spur him on further.

His fingers tighten onto my hips, pulling me back against him with a force that sends a shiver through my entire body. “Good girl,” he growls, the praise rolling off his tongue. The intensity in his voice makes my knees weak, but his firm grip keeps me steady.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. His tone is wicked, possessive. “You like giving yourself to me, letting me take you how I want. Don’t you, Kitty?”

“Yes,” I gasp, my voice barely audible. “Yes, Daddy.”

His response is immediate, a rough, satisfied chuckle that makes my pulse race. He shifts his stance, angling himself deeper, and the sensation has me biting my lip to keep from crying out. “That’s my girl,” he says, his words as much a claim as they are a praise. “Now, be still for me. I’m going to make sure you feel exactly how much I want you.”

His pace slows, each thrust deliberate, purposeful, designed to draw out every ounce of pleasure and anticipation. I can’t help the way my body responds, arching into him, seeking more even as I try to obey his command to be still. He notices, of course, his grip shifting to pin me firmly in place.

“You’re mine,” he says, the declaration raw and possessive, his voice thick with lust. “Every inch of you,” thrust, “is,” thrust, “MINE.”

The intensity of his words steals what little composure I have left, and I surrender completely, giving him everything he demands of me. Every gasp, every moan, every tremble of my body–it’s all his. He moves with an unrelenting rhythm, pushing me closer and closer to the edge, and I give the last piece of myself to him.

twenty

SAFE & SOUND - TAYLOR SWIFT FEAT. JOY WILLIAMS & JOHN PAUL WHITE

OWEN - DECEMBER 16, 2013

The clang of tools echoes through the shop as Will and I load supplies into the truck. The cold air seeps into the building, biting at my hands despite my gloves. I try to use the steady rhythm of work to keep me focused, but today my mind is somewhere else entirely.

“You’ve been quiet today,” Will says, tossing a wrench into the toolbox with a metallic clink.

“Just got a lot on my mind,” I reply, brushing him off.

Will sets down the pipe he’s holding, leaning against the truck with his arms crossed. “Anything I can help with?”

I shrug. “Not sure yet. I’ve been thinking about Sabrina. She didn’t seem like herself the last time I saw her. Something’s off, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

Will nods thoughtfully. “You think she’d tell you if something was wrong?”

“Probably not,” I admit, letting out a heavy sigh. “She likes to handle things on her own. Always has.”

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