“I need you,” I rasp, propping myself on my elbows.
He’s looking at me with hungry eyes. “What do you need, Liv? Tell Daddy what you need,” he says, licking his lips.
“First, kiss me?” I ask, curious to know if I taste as good as he thinks I do.
He stands up, pushing my back onto the bed and laying above me before his mouth takes mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth with ease.
It’s weird, knowing I’m tasting myself, but it isn’t as bad or gross as I worried it would be. It’s oddly hot, actually.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers against my mouth, grinding his hips against me, making me gasp.
“I need you, Daddy. Please, please take me.” I gulp when he freezes, lifting up to stare down at me intently.
“You want to feel me inside of you, baby?” he rasps, and I nod over and over again.
“I need you. I need it all… with you,” I repeat, adding on the end for good measure, and he groans.
“Be sure, sunflower. Be sure you’re ready to take my cock inside of you, because the moment you do, I will never get enough. There will never be anything between us, Liv. I will fuck you raw anytime, anywhere, and you’ll take it.”
“Anything, please take me,” I beg, and he nods, standing to strip himself out of his clothes.
I lose all the air in my longs when his cock breaks free of its confinement. It’s huge. Like, oh-my-lanta.
“Holy crap,” I gasp, and he smirks. “That won’t fit,” I squeak out, and he laughs.
Jerk.
“I promise it will fit, Liv. You were made for me.” He moves back onto the bed, caressing my cheek as he leans down to kiss me gently. “I love you, Olivia.”
I feel the overwhelming emotions grip me and sniff as I look into his eyes.
This man has been here for me for weeks, and if there’s one thing I learned today, it’s that life is short. I won’t hide behind my fears when it comes to him.
“I love you too, Jon,” I whisper, cupping his cheek in my palm. “I need you,” I say again, and he nods.