Page 55 of Accepting Love

I pout. “But you said…”

“That was before you tried to kill me with your tight pussy. Now you’ll stay on the bottom and let me control this. If I move too much, I’ll come too fast.”

“Isn’t that the objective?” I ask as I wiggle and buck against him. I can’t get the friction I crave.

“She’s chatty when she makes love,” he teases, his eyes dancing.

I yank my hand free of his so I can use both of them to grab his hips and butt. I pull and tug and writhe while he grins. “Daddy,” I cry out. “Move.”

“So bossy.”

I whimper. “I’m… I…” I don’t know what to say. I need more. He’s only given me a tiny taste. I want more.

He adjusts his elbows, bracing himself before he pulls almost out this time and thrusts back in hard and fast.

I gasp. The breath leaves my lungs. My vision is swimming again. I think I’m grinning now, but maybe it’s in my mind.

He does it again, this time grinding deeper. He’s not breathing. He’s holding back.

When I wiggle my hips against him, trying to get more friction against my clit, he kisses me and then makes a shocking demand. “Touch your clit, angel.”

My eyes widen. “What? No.”

He lifts both brows.

“I can’t do that, Daddy.” My face heats.

“You can, Little one. Rub your clit while I make love to you. You’re not getting enough friction against my cock. I want you to come.”

I want to come too, but not if it means touching myself in front of him.

“Who’s in charge?” he questions.

“Daddy…”

“Answer me, angel. Who’s in charge?”

“You are, Sir,” I whimper.

“Slide those pretty fingers between us and play with your little clit until you come on my cock.”

He’s not going to give up, and something about his request is hot. Sexy. Plus, I’m so needy. I do as I’m told, easing one trembling hand between us and flattening it on my tummy while I find my clit. I rub the swollen greedy nub several times.

I’m surprised I can be more aroused. I can’t believe I’m touching myself.

“There’s my good girl. Keep doing that or I’ll stop.” He eases out and thrusts back in hard.

I gasp but I don’t dare stop rubbing my sensitive nub. The pressure is building. The combination of sensations against my clit and inside my channel is pushing me to the edge.

I start bucking against him in rhythm to his movements.

“God, Caro. Come for me, Little one. I want to feel you.”

My channel tightens at his words, and I pinch my clit hard. It’s not something I would have done in the past, but the slight pain pushes me right over the edge.

I scream out my release, shocked by how powerful it is. My channel is pulsing around Daddy’s shaft, and it feels like heaven.

He moves faster, in and out, causing my orgasm to continue until finally he pushes deep one last time. His body goes rigid as he holds himself steady. His groans of release fill the room.

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