Page 30 of Rough Daddy
Fuck.Hearing her say it while I can finally touch her, finally claim her properly, nearly makes me come in my jeans again like a fucking teenager. I have to remind myself to breathe through it. To slow down before I lose myself entirely.
I grab the hem of my shirt she's wearing over sweatpants, and drag it over her head. Perfect pale skin and the points of nipples tighten under her bikini top in the cool air.
"Jesus Christ," I breathe. "You're so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at you."
The hunger clawing at my veins is relentless. Every inch of me has been aching for her since the moment I knew she existed.Years of bottled-up desire is now boiling into its own wildfire. I want to bury myself so deep inside her, claim every inch until there’s nothing left but us. The thought of her untouched body trembling beneath me makes me snap my jaw shut. This won’t be some fleeting fuck. She’ll remember this like an earthquake. But if I don’t curb the beast rising in my throat, I’ll devour her raw.
My mistake was thinking I could wait.
She reaches for my shirt, but I catch her wrists. "No. I touch you. You take what Daddy gives you."
Her pupils dilate. "Yes, sir."
My hands map every inch of her. Throat, collarbones, the soft curve of her breasts. When I thumb her nipples, she arches into my touch with a gasp that makes my cock throb. Her virginity is a loaded weapon, and every glance I’ve stolen since she walked into my life has only fanned the flames. My jeans are straining so tight it hurts, precum beading at the tip of my cock like proof that she’s got me unraveled. I’m a wreck, a ticking time bomb, because this girl just… does things to me. Things I can’t even begin to explain.
"So responsive," I murmur, leaning down to taste her skin. "My perfect little girl."
"Please," she whispers, and I can hear the desperation. "I need..."
"What do you need?"
"You. All of you. Everything you've been holding back."
“Do you understand what comes next?” I rasp, fingers sinking into the string of her bikini top to free those hard little peaks begging for my mouth. She smells like summer rain and ripe peaches, every tremor she fights only tightening the vise around my control.
She hesitates, and panic claws up my ribs.
“Do you understand that I’ll make you mine?” I clarify, teeth grazing the soft skin beneath her ear. “Pregnant with my child...”
Her eyes widen but she doesn’t look away. That defiance, mixed with vulnerability, hooks me like a fish on a line.
Something inside me snaps. The last thread of control finally breaks.
I strip her out of the sweatpants, leaving her in nothing but a tiny black thong on my workbench, surrounded by the tools of my trade. The contrast is obscene. This perfect, soft creature in my rough, masculine space. My tongue finds her nipple before she can answer, rolling it into a tight peak until her hips buck.
“Baby,” I groan against the wet heat of her skin.
“You’re… is this normal?” she whispers suddenly, cheeks flushing scarlet as she touches her lower lip between her teeth. “Am I supposed to feel… like this?”
“Baby girl, I… I don’t know. You’re the first woman I’ve ever done this with.” The confession drags out of me, and for a second I wonder if she’ll be disappointed, if she’ll wish she had a man with more experience.
Not that it would make any difference. At this point, she’s mine whether she likes it or not. But I don’t want to disappoint her. I want her to have everything, for it all to be perfect.
“You’re a virgin?” she asks, her voice small, and I nod. “I’m Daddy’s only special girl,” she says with a spreading smile. “The only one he ever wanted.”
“So fucking perfect,” I growl, my dick growing harder at the happy sparkle in her eyes.
“Daddy saved himself for me.”
"Spread your legs, Baby," I command, my voice gone harsh with need. "Let Daddy see what's his."
She obeys, and the sight of her nearly brings me to my knees. Sweet hell. The way she’s drenched already makes my balls ache to spill. I’ve memorized every curve in my fantasies. But rightnow, I’m fixated on that tight little entrance between her thighs. My fingers fumble with the scrap of fabric holding it from me, nails tearing nylon when impatience overtakes gentleness.
“Let go,” I growl when she tries to close her legs, yanking them wide to expose what’s rightfully mine. The sight of her pink lips, swollen and glistening, is enough to make my spine shudder. “This pussy stays open for me.”
My thumb trails through the slick heat dripping from her core, bringing a bead of moisture up to taste.
"So wet already," I observe, running a finger through her folds. "All this just from Daddy telling you what to do?"
