Page 31 of Rough Daddy
"Yes," she gasps, hips lifting toward my touch. "I love when you're in charge."
Mine.Every cell in my body screams it. This perfect girl who wants my dominance, who trusts me with her body, who calls me Daddy like she was born for it.
I work her with my fingers, watching her face as I find every spot that makes her cry out. Learning her. Claiming her. Marking her as mine in every way that matters.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she stammers as I settle between her legs, face buried in her scent that’s driving me insane.
“Getting acquainted,” I snarl against her skin, laving long, deliberate strokes along her slit until her hips rise to meet my mouth. She’s so tight. I slip a finger inside gently, testing the untouched velvet, while my tongue circles her clit in wide spirals.
Her gasp tells me she’s already close. But this isn’t about speed. It’s about ownership.
Her hands fist my hair as I feast on her sweetness, savoring every shuddering sigh. When I suckle that swollen nub with my lips, her body arches like a bowstring.
“Oh, God—” she whimpers. My other hand grips her hip to steady her while my tongue works her into frenzied peaks, driving her wild until her juices coat me in sticky warmth.
“Don’t stop,” I hiss between greedy licks, grinding my cock against the bench as if it’ll ease the ache gnawing at my balls. Her thighs tremble, and I’m so close to fucking her I have to bite into her thigh to keep from exploding.
I fist my throbbing cock against the bench’s edge. Her sweet flavor hums through me like a drug.
Her knees buckle as I sink between them, nuzzling her quivering thighs like they’re sacred ground. Innocence radiates off her. Christ, she’s tight enough to need slow coaxing, my tongue mapping every hidden crease until her core parts for me with a sigh. A whimper escapes her lips when I finally hit that slick center, warm and sweet as caramelized honey.
Her juices trail down toward her ass, and I lick it all back. Licking, swallowing, memorizing, my face buried in the wet heat of her. She’s sugar cane and musk, a cocktail that’ll kill me. I can’t stop myself from groaning against her clit as my own hips piston into leather, imagining bending her over and thrusting deep inside.
“Spread wider,” I command, fingers splaying her thighs to take more.
My tongue drills her nub in sharp circles, as I suckle the tiny bud like it owes me payment. Her trembling hands grip my shoulders as I drown deeper, swirling a thumb over that tight hole.
“Come on,” I snarl, pinching her clit with the flat of my thumb. “Scream loud enough for the whole town to hear you’re mine.”
Her body seizes as she turns into a tempest in my lap. My hips jerk wildly as she splinters beneath me. I devour every tremor, licking and lapping until her climax crashes over hertwice more. She’s chanting my name between whimpers, legs trembling like she’ll collapse if I let go.
Mine. Every drop of that creamy heat belongs to me. My tongue drags possessively across her folds as my palms knead her ass cheeks.
She sags into me, eyes dazed as I haul her onto my lap sideways. She nuzzles my throat, still quivering, while I kiss her mouth raw.
“I love you,” I murmur against her lips. “Every goddamn second.”
“Th-That was…so much,” she stammers, cheeks flushed, fingers trailing over the rigid line of my cock through the denim. Her hips wiggle teasingly against me. “Beau…”
“That was just the beginning,” I tell her as I strip out of my clothes in record time, my cock springing free. When she sees me, her eyes go wide.
"Will it fit?" she whispers.
"We're going to make it fit." I position myself between her thighs, the head of my cock nudging her entrance. "And you're going to take every fucking inch."
The first push inside her steals both our breaths. She's so tight, so hot, so perfect around me that I have to stop before I lose my mind completely.
"Breathe, baby," I tell her, my voice strained. "Relax for Daddy."
She nods, eyes squeezed shut, and I work deeper. Inch by inch I drill into her until I'm buried to the hilt.
"Fuck," I groan. "You feel like heaven."
When she adjusts to me, when she starts moving her hips and begging for more, I give her everything. All the strength I've been holding back. All the possession, need, and desperate love I've been trying to control.
I take her hard against that workbench, her cries mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the creak of steel. My hands leave marks on her hips, her thighs, everywhere I touch.
"You're mine," I growl against her throat. "Say it."
