Page 13 of Daddy's Little 1
He stops me with a finger against my lips. “Daddy is right when we’re like this. Because you’re mine to pleasure in the bedroom. And mine to protect and cherish outside of it.”
Oh, God. Yes, please.
I open my mouth to reply, but all that escapes is a whimper as he brushes the back of his knuckles over my pebbled nipple. Then his mouth is on me as he leans down and flicks his tongue over the stiff peaks before blowing cold air on them. I gasp, squeezing my thighs together as he suckshard, sending ripples of pleasure to my clit. I lean back, thrusting my chest out for him and pushing my breast deeper into his mouth.
Roman lifts me, carrying me to the couch and lowering me onto the plush cushions. “You’re your legs. I want to see that sweet cunt.”
His dirty words cause my heart to thrum and my pussy to clench, but I do as he says, letting my legs fall open.
“Fuck. So pink and pretty and wet. All for me,” he grunts, dropping to his knees and sliding his fingers through my slick folds.
“Oh, God,” I gasp as he spreads my juices around my pussy lips. “More. I need more.”
“Trust me, my little hen,” he says, using the Scottish equivalent ofsweetheart, “I’ll make it worth the wait.” He swipes a finger along my pussy, chuckling when my greedy body tries to suck him inside. “So fucking sexy,” he says before plunging his finger inside me.
“Oh!” My surprised yelp turns into a needy moan as he pumps his thick digit in and out.
He adds another, plunging both fingers into my tight channel and curling them to hit my G-spot. “Need to loosen you up for me before I feed you my cock.”
“I’m going to come,” I whimper, grinding against his hand.
“Let it happen. Let go for me. Come on my hand before I make you come on my cock.”
Roman’s words tip me over the edge. I cry out as I shatter. My back bows off the couch, every muscle in my body drawn tight. He places a hand on my stomach to prevent me from sliding onto the damn floor.
He continues to fingerfuck me as my pussy squeezes him tightly, his emerald eyes dark with lust as he watches the pleasure overwhelm me.
“Too much,” I gasp, my clit over-sensitized as the tremors slowly ebb.
Roman pulls his fingers from me, and I watch through hooded eyes as he licks them clean.
“Kneel on the couch and grab the back, lass,” he says, his accent more pronounced, his voice deep and commanding. ‘Gonna make you mine now.”
I don’t hesitate, positioning myself as he instructed. I hang on tight as the tip of his cock slides along my folds and he coats himself in my release.
“Such a tight little hole,” he rasps as he probes my entrance. “I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone in more than a year.”
My body pulses at his words. I don’t need to tell him that I’m clean. My virginity is statement enough.
He smooths my hair over my shoulder and slides his palm across my spine. His touch is so gentle and slow, sending tingles through every nerve in my body.
He leans down so his beard abrades my shoulder, kissing my earlobe. “I’m going to go as slow as I can for as long as I can.”
I open my mouth to broach the subject of a condom, but he’s already pressing into me, and all rational thought evaporates. I want him bare this first time. My first time having sex with the man of my dreams. Besides, the timing is all wrong for me to conceive.
He presses further into me, letting me get used to him. There’s a fullness and only a little discomfort. Behind it is a want so primal that I bite my lip not to scream and beg. Instinctively, I push my hips back, forcing him further inside me, gasping at the pinch of pain.
But I know how much pleasure awaits beyond, and I want him to claim me.
Roman’s hand slides around to my neck, applying a little pressure. “Careful, baby, or I’m going to lose control.”
I moan as he presses deeper. A rush of pain causes me to flinch, and he increases the pressure on my neck, distracting me. Tears spring to my eyes for a moment, but then his pelvis meets my ass, and it’s over. He’s inside me, where I’ve wanted him for so long.
I’ve reached a new high. I don’t know why anyone needs drugs if they can have sex. But maybe it’s because it’s sex with Roman.
“Do it,” I tell him. “I want you to lose control.”
Roman stills. “What did you say?”