Page 83 of Tinley's Daddy
“Don’t want you?” He growled. “Fuck, Tinley. You think I don’t want you?”
I opened my mouth, but he took my words with a searing kiss. I arched up into him, wanting to feel every bit of him on me and in me.
I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist.
“How could you think I don’t want you?” He fisted my hair and stared down at me. “I’ve wanted you every second since we met.” He blinked and loosened the grip on my hair. He lifted himself, but I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him back down to me.
“I want you too.”
His lips landed on mine, searing me with hot, wet kisses. He ran his hand down the side of my body and pushed my pajama bottoms off. He hitched my thigh over his hip and ground himself into me. I arched my back to get closer, but I couldn’t get close enough.
“Tinley.”
I reached under his shirt and tried to push it off.
“Tinley.” He grabbed my hands and put them over my head. I fought against them. “Wait, Tinley, stop.”
I stopped.
His weight settled onto mine. His heart thumped against my chest.
He took a moment to catch his breath. He lifted himself off me.
I whimpered. He brought me up with him. He sat back against the headboard and sat me on his lap to straddle him. He scooted me closer, his hardness pressed against my pussy.
I wanted to see him, feel him. I could so easily reach down and pull him out, but I didn’t. He told me to stop, and I stopped. I rested my hands on his shoulders and waited for him to speak. When he said he wanted me, I believed him, but something was still holding him back.
“Tinley.” He sighed. “As much as I wanted to bury myself in you right now, I can’t. Not yet.”
“Why?” I whispered and rested my head against his chest. He stroked the side of my head.
“Because I’m scared.”
I sat up.
“Daddies can be scared?” I pouted.
“Of course we can. When we want something so much, we get scared that someone or something will take it away. We get scared of holding on too tight that we make the most important thing in our life go away.”
“I don’t want you to be scared.”
“I know, baby.” He kissed my cheek. “Just like you need to work on things, I do too. I need more time.”
“Okay.” I sighed and laid my head back down on his chest. “It’s just…”
“Just what, baby?” He rubbed my back.
“I’m really horny.” I smacked my hand over my mouth. I said that out loud?
Josh chuckled.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” I sat up. “Well, I did, but I just mean. I haven’t felt like doing it in a long time. And I haven’t had an”—I leaned in and whispered— “an orgasm. You know, willingly. In a long time.”
“Not even by yourself?”
“When have I been by myself?” I bit my lip and grinned. “But I kind of can’t stop thinking about it.”
“So you were just going to use me to get off?” he joked.
