Page 16 of Gifted

Chapter Nine

~ Noah ~

Shock pierced through me, shaking me as if I’d grasped a live wire.

Fuck!

Those words from her mouth were enough to end the last of my failing restraint. What little remained held only by a few frayed strands of the “what ifs” that I hadn’t yet reconciled.

“I…um…” She tried to squirm away, but my arms tightened around her. No way would I let her go now.

“Don’t you try to lie to me, little lamb,” I demanded, adding authority into my tone. “What did you call me?”

“Um…” She nibbled her bottom lip, and I fought to stay in my position rather than obey the urge to lean forward to bite into it. Not yet. Not until she answered me, and we were together on this same page. She lifted a shoulder, trying to feign that it was no big deal. It was the biggest of deals.

“I…um… I said…Daddy?”

A groan of pleasure growled up through me, and I swore it came all the way up from my needy dick. Never in my life had I imagined a scenario where I’d have my lover call me Daddy, but fuck, yes! Hearing it from Poppy’s lips about unmanned me. Precum leaked into my sweatpants, and I knew the fabric was wet where I rubbed against her hip.

My fingers fisted in her cloud of midnight hair, the silky waves tickling my forearm. Her bright blue eyes were wide but dark with lust, the pupils almost obscuring the blue while she stared at me. I drew her toward me and slammed my mouth over hers.

Fuck the rules. Fuck what I should do. Poppy was mine, and I was claiming her. Somehow, I’d keep her, too.

My lips commanded hers to open for me, and they did with a small gasp from her. I devoured it. My tongue thrust into her mouth, furthering my demand. Mine. She was mine.

My little lamb clutched to me, her little fingers digging into me. Her back bowed, and she pressed her breast into the hand that still cupped around it. I squeezed, imagining how it would engorge when she carried my child.

Oh, fuck…Another spurt joined the rest of the seed in my sweatpants. Unable to help myself, I shifted our positions, turning Poppy under me on the rug. My hips wedged between her thighs and my cock ground against her through our clothes. Never once did I relinquish my hold on her mouth. I devoured it like a man going to war for his very life.

Poppy moaned into me, her hips working in time with mine, seeking what only I could give her.

“That’s right, little lamb. Take what you need,” I growled, momentarily breaking from the kiss. “Rub yourself against Daddy’s big cock.”

“Daddy,” she whined, never missing a beat.

I ripped open the buttons of her flannel sleep shirt, miraculously not popping off any of the little disks—not that I gave a fuck if I did. We’d sleep naked the rest of our time here, and I needed to see her. Now. An expanse of flawless, pale skin greeted me, but I focused on the pointed little breasts and the pouting pink tips that begged me to redden them with my fingers and mouth.

Leaning forward, I sucked one between my lips, drawing hard and growling in pleasure when she bucked beneath me. Her hands shoved into my hair as she tried to push herself harder against me.

My fingers replaced my mouth when I moved to the other peak. I pulled and twisted it in time with my sucks. Beneath me, Poppy shook. Her thighs tightened around me, her hips rocking mindlessly against me. My cock begged to be inside her. I craved her, craved that tight heat around my length. Not yet. But we would both come this morning.

I dragged myself off her, moving my lips to her ear. My girl had an aural trigger, and I meant to stroke it and work her right over the edge.

“You’re going to come for me, little lamb. You want that? You want to get Daddy’s dick all wet through our clothes. Show Daddy what a good girl you are and how sorry you are for stranding us here.”

“Oh, God,” she cried, and I thrust harder against her, simulating what we’d definitely do tonight. Several times.

I chuckled darkly. “That’s not what you call me, little lamb.”

“Daddy,” she whined. “Please make me come.”

“I’m not going to make you do anything. You’re going to come because you want to, because you know Daddy wants it. Because you want to please us both.”

“Yes,” she cried. Her fingers clenched tighter on my shoulders.

“If I slipped my hand down into your pussy, would I find you a messy and wet? Would you be all slippery on my fingers?”

She nodded frantically. “Please,” she whispered. “Please, Daddy.”

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