Page 82 of Hush Darling
He placed a staying hand on her shoulder. “Almost there, baby. Show me how good you take my cock. Make Daddy proud.”
“I’m trying.” She fisted the bedding and pushed back, angling herself so that he could sink fully inside of her. A guttural moan left her throat as he fully seated himself.
Dear God, she was stunning.
He groaned as her body fisted him. “What a good girl you are, such a brave little slut.” He stroked her spine, giving her a chance to adapt to the overwhelming pressure. The tension in her hands loosened as she exhaled a jagged breath.
She responded to the praise, and he was beginning to understand why. He liked it, too. He enjoyed sharing with her how much she pleased him, and how a single compliment motivated her to take things further.
“Are you a good girl, darling?”
Her breath was labored. “Sometimes.”
“What about now?”
“No, Daddy.”
“No? Why not?”
“Because right now, I’d rather be your good little slut.”
He nearly spilled his nut. “Then my good little slut you’ll be.” He thrust his hips and grunted, relishing her sweet words. “Whose body is this?”
“Yours.”
“That’s right.” He slid as deep as he could fit, purposely holding her by the back of her neck to demonstrate his dominance.
Her lips parted as heat engulfed him. Then she glanced over her shoulder and their eyes met. Something inside of him shifted into fear. She was looking at him in that way that left him too exposed.
“Lower your gaze.”
A divot of confusion formed in her brow.
“Do it.”
Reluctantly, she turned her head and looked away.
It was a look that would haunt him forever, a look that made him believe her feelings were real. A look that would later destroy him when she left because no matter what passed between them now, they both knew exactly how this would end.
He thrust harder, shoving back the sense that anyone could leave him so exposed. He took from her with total entitlement, unable to bear the way she seemed to see into his soul. No one else had ever looked at him like that. And never before had he wanted to possess a woman so completely.
“Such a good girl,” he said, not wanting to make his issues hers. He reached for her swollen clit. “You take direction so well.”
In only a few rubs, she was coming on his fingers again. His cock pulsed as her body clenched around him, and then he was pumping his release into her.
Slowly withdrawing his cock, he watched his cum seep from her pulsing hole. “Perfect.” He lowered her to her stomach and kissed her temple. “Wait there.”
He poured warm water from the kettle into the wash basin and dampened a soft cloth. She sighed as he carefully cleaned her body, taking extreme care with her most tender parts.
When he finished, he returned to the basin and washed himself.
She lay so still, he assumed she’d fallen asleep until she softly said, “I never meant to …”
He set aside the soapy water and returned to the bed. “What was that?”
She looked up at him with those big blue eyes. “Nothing.”
He caught her chin. “No. Finish what you were going to say.”
