Page 7 of Bitter Desire
I smiled, reaching for him, my hand sliding to press against his back urging him closer to me. “Law,” I whispered, my body already responding to his closeness. The heat he brought to life in me awake and ready to go at his mere fucking presence in bed. I wanted this man, and I wanted him now.
“Daddy.” The pleading in my voice was plain. I didn’t hide anything from him. Not when I wanted him to see me.
His breath puffed warm against my shoulder. “Baby girl.”
“Daddy, I need you.”
He moved, turning me onto my back and then he was leaning over me. He moved close, his nose bumping mine as he kissed me gently. “What do you need, princess?”
“Your dick,” I answered, already spreading my legs for him and reaching down to hike up the silk nightie he’d bought me. It was something fancy, French, delicate and a pastel pink color that I loved because of how sweet it was while still being sexy. It made me think of bubblegum and sunshine, and when I’d told him that, Law had said it was the color of my cheeks after he fucked me.
“I bought it in my favorite color, princess,” he’d said, trailing a finger along my collarbone before he’d laid me out on his bed and devoured my pussy until I’d been a sobbing mess.
It was quickly becoming my favorite color too. It reminded me of my Daddy and him taking me how he wanted. God, those were the sweetest moments of my life. I wrapped my arms around him, hands going flat to his back and kissed him.
“I need you inside of me.” I kissed him again, arching my back and pressing myself up against him, my nipples hardening against the slip and slide of the cool silk that I knew made Law think of one thing. The most important thing, at least right now.
Law’s hands landed on mine, stilling my movements and he took over. His rough fingers grazed the soft skin of my thighs as he kept right on pulling my nightie up higher and higher until it was bunched up around my waist and I was bare to him. He leaned back, a hand going to press against me, palm to my pussy.
“Princess. You’re wet for me already, aren't you?” he asked, kissing my cheek and then my lips. The movements chaste and brief, a stark contrast to the hand between my legs. He ground his palm against me, and I gasped.
“Daddy!”
He kissed me again, mouth still lightly grazing against my skin. “That’s it, princess.” He moved then, and I knew he was freeing himself of his sleep pants, soft, flannel things I had picked up for him on my last shopping trip. They weren’t fancy like his gift to me, but he loved them all the same and he wore them whenever he could. It made me feel good. Safe. Seen. Valued. God, I needed him to fuck me.
My hips moved faster, circling again and again, pushing against the warm heel of his palm until I was crying out, eyes squeezed tight as I came on Law’s hand.
“Fuck yes, you’re so beautiful.” He kissed me then, another gentle brush of his mouth against mine and I moaned, opening my mouth to him. “That’s it princess, take your Daddy.” He thrust forward, the head of his cock pushing into me and I groaned, fingernails digging into his flesh as he began to fuck into me.
“Daddy,” I gasped, the words given a breathy punch when Law’s hips moved, pumping his thick cock fully into me. “Oh, yes.” I wrapped my legs around him, arms circling tighter until I was clinging to him, pressing myself against every inch of him I was able to.
“You’re so good to me, princess. Taking Daddy so good. That’s it, princess.” He dropped his head forward, lips grazing my ear as he spoke. “You’re Daddy’s little slut, aren’t you?” He punctuated his question with a roll of his hips and I nodded, feeling delirious with the pleasure this man was giving me, had been giving me since the second I woke up.
I managed a strangled,‘Yes, Daddy.’
“God, Princess,” Law groaned, hips moving faster. He changed the angle of his hips and I cried out when his pelvis began to drag over my clit. The man was driving me back up to the mountain top of my pleasure and I knew it was only a matter of seconds, of movements, of whatever it was that Law’s body was doing to mine, before I fell right off the other side of it.
“Daddy, daddy, oh!”
“Princess.”
The growl in Law’s voice, the particular kind of bass the man dropped into his tone when he wasthatclose, made me see stars. I let go and gave myself over to the pleasure he was feeding me. Law kept moving, thick cock pumping into me, taking what he needed to follow me. When he gathered me close to him, arms sliding under my back and curling around me, bringing me flush to him, I knew it was only a second or two more before he would be just as blissed out as I was.
“Honey!”
I sighed, a smile on my lips. I loved it when he said my name. Not princess. Not good girl, butHoney.He was here with me. He saw me. The kink dynamic that had taken root between us and flourished was not all of us. It was a part of us, a part that ran deep and would always be there for as long as we chose one another, for the fact that it added to our relationship.
It made us more. Gave us that perfectly snug fit that came when something was utterly perfect.
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close to me while his body shuddered under the weight of his orgasm. I smiled knowing that it was me that had brought a man as strong as Law to what he was now. And that was simply a man, a man holding his lover tightly, whispering in her ear quietly in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
I loved us like this.
Just Honey and Law.
Daddy and his Good Girl.
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