Page 36 of Keeping Katie
“Please don’t stop.” I rest my hands on his tattooed chest and try to lift my hips to urge him forward.
“You’re killing me, baby. Stop moving. I’m going to come before I even get inside you if you don’t stop fucking wiggling.”
A smile tugs at my lips, but I obey, and he rewards me with another small thrust forward. I cry out, my fingers curling into his skin.
Little by little, he inches into me, both of us panting. Sweat coats our skin by the time his hips meet the inside of my thighs. My heart pounds, and butterflies flutter in my tummy. I’m consumed by him physically and emotionally. I have to blink several times, not wanting the tears burning my eyes to fall. That would surely be a mood killer for him, even though they’re ones of happiness.
“You’re everything, sweetheart. Everything I’ve ever hoped for. Prayed for. Dreamed of,” he murmurs softly.
The moment is delicate. Meaningful. Intimate. I think both of us are experiencing life-changing emotions. I know I am.
He pulls out and thrusts back in slowly, the ridge of his cock gliding against that spot inside me that I’ve only read about and never felt. Not even when I’d tried to find it with toys.
“Ohhhh.”
For several seconds, we move in slow motion, savoring every stroke, but like a light switch flips, we turn desperate. I claw at his chest and dig my heels into his hard ass, wanting to pull him as close to me as possible. He fucks me harder and faster, leaning down every so often to bite at my breasts and suck on my pebbled nipples.
“Fuck,” he growls.
“Oh, God!” I cry out, the pressure on my clit growing with every passing second.
“You need to come, baby? You need your Daddy to make you come all over his dick?”
Without waiting for an answer, he reaches between us and finds my clit. As soon as he applies pressure and then thrusts, I scream. Waves of pleasure crash through me, spreading through my entire body as my pussy convulses.
I may not walk tomorrow, but it’ll be worth it. This will all be worth it. He pulls his hand from between us and brings his first two fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I should have eaten your pussy first because it tastes like heaven.”
He buries his hand in my hair at the base of my neck and closes his fist around it, giving me a bite of pain that quickly morphs into pleasure.
“You’re going to come again, baby. We’re going to come together.”
Panic rushes through me. I can’t come again. I can’t believe I was able to once. That’s never happened with a man before. Only by myself.
“I can’t.”
“You can, baby. And you will.”
Anxiety floods me, a heavy weight settling in the pit of my tummy. I don’t want to disappoint him. I can fake it, I guess. I’ve done it before. It sort of breaks my heart that I’ll have to do it with Grady because I feel so much for him, but I don’t want to make him feel bad or inadequate because I won’t come again.
He lowers his body so his chest is pressed against my breasts, and his elbows are resting above each of my shoulders, his hands buried in my hair. His mouth hovers near the shell of my ear.
I wrap my arms around him and gently scrape my fingernails down his back. At least I don’t have to look him in the face while I fake it.
“God sent you to me to be mine.” He thrusts slow but deep. “Mine to take care of. Mine to protect. Mine to love. Mine to fuck.” This time, he thrusts harder, almost painfully hard, yet I want more. “Mine. You’re mine.”
A shiver runs through me, and he tightens his fingers in my hair as he starts fucking me ruthlessly. Our skin slaps together, and the sound of my wetness fills the space around us. Suddenly,my entire body explodes. From to toe, I detonate, screaming as an orgasm tears through me, shaking me down to the core.
Grady’s movements become erratic, and then we’re both crying out as he climaxes with me, his cock throbbing inside my pulsing pussy.
Holy hell.
We collapse back on the mattress, unable to move. My eyes are so heavy, I can’t keep them open a second longer. I don’t need to. Daddy’s here. He’ll take care of me.
“Baby, sit up and take a drink.”
I make a noise of protest and shake my head. Opening my eyes is the last thing on my to-do list. Right now, my top priority is to take a two-day nap to recover from those orgasms.