Page 7 of Crave

Suddenly, he pulls out, and I hear the unmistakeable sound of his hand furiously jerking his cock, soaked in my cream. Two last jets of hot cum hit my swollen clit and tender opening.

“Mine,” he rasps. Fingers massage his spunk into my clit and push it into my cunt. I tighten helplessly on those fingers that keep taking and taking and taking. “Show me what you’re made of, baby girl. Give me your pussy one more time.”

“James— Oh God—”

“That’s it, sweet one. You can do this. Come for Daddy.”

I climax in one long wave, cresting and falling. It carries me above the room and slams me into the table. Obliterating me. Dropping me back in my body.

I’m suspended in a haze. I feel James’s lips pressing against my ass and along the length of my back as he loosens the restraints on my ankles and wrists.

His words slip through the haze. “Now you really are my little girl.”

“Damn right.” My voice is cracked.

He helps me into bed, massages my wrists and ankles, and gives me water to sip.

My head drops to his chest. His sheets are soft and clean-smelling, and everything I want now is right here.

“I’ve been so busy with work,” I finally rasp. “I let everything else go. I liked you for so long and did nothing about it. I feel like I just came alive today.”

“Me too.”

“Oh?” I give him a sassy smile. “What about your Tinder date?”

He groans. “I needed a release. It was never going to be more than a one-night stand.”

“Listen, honey.” I nuzzle his sweaty neck. “If it weren’t for that girl, I’d be sitting alone in my apartment right now, in my apparentlyrattysweats, doing the crossword. I owe her a debt of gratitude.”

“Is that so?” His eyes gleam evilly. “How grateful are you feeling?”

“James!”

“Just teasing. You’re all mine.”

“That’s the way I like it.” When I curl up in the crook of his arm, it feels right. Like we’ve been doing this for a long time.

And like it’s only just begun, glorious and new.

“Kori…” he rumbles, his chest beneath my cheek.

“Yes, Daddy?” I ask innocently, relishing his quick inhalation.

“Why didn’t you finish the crossword earlier?”

I blink. I have nothing to say.

“I know you pride yourself on that. I’d even call you…” He runs his fingers through my hair. “…competitive.”

“I guess I got distracted,” I try.

“I know you, sweet girl, and the last thing you are is distractible. Now, I’m going to give it to you later, and I want you to fill every square. Tell me your dirty fantasies, baby. Daddy wants to know.”

As wrung-out as my body is, I shiver with pleasure.

“Then you’re going to need a lot of Sunday papers.” He kisses the top of my head as I murmur, “I hope you’re ready.”

ALL THE THINGS YOU ARE

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