Page 6 of The Captain's Little Girl

When she looked back at the table to check the time, he knew what she saw: five twenty-three. Her eyes widened as her gaze darted to mesh with his. She was so petite. While Mark would make sure that she enjoyed being claimed without causing her lasting discomfort, he wanted her to know she’d been well-loved. There should be no doubt left in her mind that he was all in.

“Really?”

Mark didn’t answer her as he boosted her up to kneel above him. He felt her watching him roll the condom over the head of his cock and down the shaft. Glancing up, he noted her teeth were worrying her lower lip. Mark stroked up the sides of her thighs to cup her hips.

“I’m going to take care of you, baby girl. Trust me?” he asked.

Cricket nodded without hesitation. “Please. I need you,” she repeated.

“Come here, Cricket.” He swept the fingers of one hand through her intimate folds as she hovered over him. Fitting the head of his cock against her opening, Mark slowed her descent when she rushed to take him too fast.

“I don’t think…”

“We’re made for each other, little girl,” he promised, controlling her motions to enter her with shallow thrusts, encouraging her body to stretch gradually around his thickness.

Mark curled his torso off the bed so that he could kiss her deeply. His tongue teased hers to dance with his. Cricket brushed her fingers through his military short hair. His mind flashed to her tender care of him in the shower. The sight of her delectable body draped with the soaked, abbreviated uniform she wore for work would remain with him forever. He’d been at the end of his endurance—not blind. Any doubt he had about the depth of her feelings had evaporated as Cricket’s support last night had revealed all he needed to know.

Her body relaxed one last bit, and she settled against his pelvis with an endearing, “Oh!”

Wrapping his arms around her, Mark held her close. The feeling of being deep inside this tempting minx he’d tried to keep at arm’s length overwhelmed him. He felt Cricket’s cool hands stroking over his back. Mark flexed his hips, thrusting deeper into her. When her nails bit into his skin as she gasped in reaction, Mark hesitated.

“You okay, Cricket?”

“Move. I need you to move,” she urged.

A low chuckle escaped his lips as she pushed him back against the pillows. She eased herself forward over him before gliding backward. Mark allowed her to move against him as he touched her gorgeous form above him. He cupped her small breasts, brushing his thumbs against her soft skin.

Pinching her tight nipples softly, Mark arched his hips upward to bury himself inside her heat as she bounced above him. He trailed one finger down the center of her body, loving the tremors of her tight channel around him as she responded so sensitively to his touch. When his thumb glided over her soft curls and dipped into her drenched cleft, Cricket arched her back to push her pelvis toward him.

Mentally taking pictures he hoped would never fade away, Mark circled that sensitive bud with the tip of his thumb. Cricket’s breath caught in her throat as she shivered over him. He loved watching her respond to his touch.

Cricket’s breath caught in her throat and her movements quickened. Within seconds, her channel clamped hard around him. Mark clenched his teeth, closer to losing it like an inexperienced boy than he had been in forever. Resisting the allure of her body took complete willpower.

As he moved within her, Mark didn’t want this to end. He’d let her play over him for a while, then he’d claim her. Caressing her lithe form, Mark searched for the most sensitive spots that brought gasps to her lips. He discovered them on the cord of her neck, the sides of her breasts, and her tender inner thighs.

When Cricket’s hands brought his to cover her breasts in a wordless request, Mark couldn’t resist curling up once again to taste her pale pink nipples. Rolling one nipple between his lips, Mark groaned as she wiggled against his shaft in pleasure. He discovered how responsive her sweet mounds were—and how she enjoyed a hint of pain as he nibbled at her tightly beaded tips.

“Don’t stop!” she begged, holding his head to her breast.

“Shh!” he soothed as he kissed across her skin to tease the other side. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Mark smoothed his hands down the silky skin of her back to cup her bottom. Teasing the skin at the top of the line dividing her buttocks, he watched her closely. When she closed her eyes and tossed her head back, he knew play in this area was arousing but new for his Little.

The thought of easing into that narrow opening hidden between her small cheeks made him buck his hips deep into her wetness. His thrust kindled the small tremors heralding her next orgasm. Mark brought one hand to his mouth and wet one finger. Returning to his exploration, Mark swept his fingers down the seam to find that small puckered entrance. He pressed that wet fingertip against the opening and pushed.

Cricket keened as her body seized into an orgasm. She cascaded down to lie over his chest. Mark wrapped his free arm around her trembling form as he extended her pleasure with deep thrusts and that probing fingertip. He turned his face to press his lips against the hollow behind her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you here soon, little girl. All parts of you will be mine,” he growled.

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Overwhelmed by the cascade of feelings rocking her, Cricket struggled to concentrate on anything. None of her few previous lovers had ever focused completely on her enjoyment. She knew Mark was delaying his climax. That clenching jaw when she exploded around him gave away his struggle to maintain his rigid control.

“No…” she denied him, shaking her head.

The sheltering hand pressing on her low back swept lower and rose above her skin. Smack!

Cricket gasped at the sudden heat that flashed over the skin of her bottom. She felt her body react to that taste of pain with a gush of juices between her legs.

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