Page 60 of Possessing Paisley
She obeys. While I undo the zipper, I lean down and press kisses to her shoulder. “Mine. Do you understand me, baby? You’re mine.”
“Yes,” she whispers, resting her head against my chest.
As her yellowing bruises and scrape come into view, I make a vow for the millionth time since she was attacked to protect her and keep her safe for the rest of my life. No one will ever harm her again, emotionally or physically.
When her dress falls to the floor, I groan. “You’re not wearing any panties. You naughty Little girl. I ought to take my belt to your ass for that.”
“I didn’t want panty lines.” She looks back at me, smiling mischievously.
“So, you wanted every man at the party tonight to know you weren’t wearing panties?” I demand.
Her eyes narrow, and she gasps. “Really? You want to get jealous now?”
I smirk at her. “Maybe. Maybe I want to hate-fuck you tonight.”
Rolling her eyes, she turns and lifts to her tiptoes to kiss me. “How about you love-fuck me instead?”
“I like that idea even better.” I pick her up, pleased when she wraps her legs around my waist. I carry her to the bed and set her down. She watches me as I undress down to my underwear, licking her lips when I grip my cock and groan. “Get rid of the bra,” I demand.
She quickly obeys, tossing it across the room. God, she’s so perfect. So beautiful and soft yet strong and resilient. My girl. My treasure.
Hooking my hands behind her knees, I pull them up so she’s lying back and then drop to my knees before her. Saliva pools in my mouth as I stare at her wet, bare pussy and inhale her scent. I press my tongue to her clit. She moans and jolts. Her hands fly to my hair, gripping tightly as she presses my head against her. I start sucking and biting while pushing her thighs back, opening her up even more.
“Oh my God!”
I chuckle against her pussy, tugging on her clit with my teeth. “No God, baby. Just you and me. Always you and me.”
Her moans grow louder and louder until I press a finger into her pussy and curl it up. She screams and pulls my hair harder.
“Daddy! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, shit!” Her body quakes, and her legs shake as I continue to eat her through her orgasm.
When she quiets, and her body goes limp, I rise and strip out of my underwear, fisting my cock.
“Get on your knees, baby. I want you to mark me with that pretty red lipstick.”
She slides down to the floor. Before I can approach, she crawls on all fours to me, and holy shit, it’s beautiful watching her ass bounce as she moves. I might need to command her to crawl for me more often.
Without waiting, she grips my dick and swirls her tongue around the head, then takes me into her mouth, sucking and slurping at me. Unable to stop myself, I grab hold of her hair and thrust until she gags.
“Remember to tap my thigh if you need me to stop, baby,” I rasp as I start fucking her mouth.
I stare down at her to make sure she understands. She nods as much as she can, and I thrust harder. She moans and gags. Saliva drips down her chin. My cock is coated with red smears of lipstick, and Jesus Christ, I’m in heaven.
Unable to take it anymore, I yank her head back and reach down to pull her up. “Your mouth is trouble. You’re either using it to talk shit to me or trying to kill me by sucking me so damn good.”
She laughs and yelps when I turn her toward the bed and swat her ass. “Get on all-fours, baby.”
While she gets into position, I grab a bottle of lube and some towels from my nightstand.
“I’ve never done this before,” she says softly.
Knowing that turns me on even more. She’s giving me all of her.
“I’ll make it good, baby. Try to relax and trust me.”
She looks back at me, her eyes glowing with love. “I do, Daddy.”
This must be what it feels like to be a king.