Page 17 of Daddy's Little 1
I stare at him through the glaze of tears, wondering at the fact that before we had sex, before I looked like a fool trying to seduce him, he had a star in a constellation shaped like my favorite animal named after me.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, hoping he obeys and doesn’t walk away.
But he does exactly as I ask, his hand sliding behind my neck to pull me closer. My hands rest on his knees, but as the kiss deepens, I slide them up his thighs and hook my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants.
I dig my nails into his abdomen reflexively as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. I’m about to pull back, afraid I’ve hurt him when he growls like a feral animal. He yanks me to him, making me think he liked it.
I apply more pressure, and he slides me onto his lap, his hardness pressing against my heated core through our clothes. I gasp at the sensation, and he grips my hips, creating a delicious ache.
“You’re not too sore, are you, baby girl?” he rumbles against my mouth.
I moan as if I’ve already started to come. It drives me wild when he calls me his baby girl.
“I lean into his ear and breathe, “I wouldn’t give a fuck if I were. I need you.”
He lifts me effortlessly, using one hand to hold me against his body and the other to tug his sweatpants off. No boxers underneath.
His warmth hits me, and my panties are soaked with my need for him.
Roman carries me into the bedroom, putting me down roughly on the edge of the bed before tugging my leggings off and discarding them. He looks down at me for a moment, and I see the lust glazing his eyes.
That look is for me. For my body.
Roman is hard forme.
I don’t get long to think about it as he wraps my legs around his waist. I hook my ankles together at his hips, my pelvis angled in the air.
He doesn’t waste any time. He’s not gentle, slamming his cock into me.
I close my eyes tight as he delves through the same space as the night before, which is a little worse for wear. And yet, my nerve endings are so sensitive that I have to will my body to calm to prevent the tightening that’s already happening.
“Do you want me to go slow or fast, baby girl?” he asks in a guttural voice that speaks to something deep inside me.
“Fast and hard. Please.”
He smacks my ass. “I expect you to scream my name when you come.”
I nod, a whimper escaping my lips voluntarily at the anticipation.
Roman slides halfway out and slams back in, his rhythm picking up quickly. My breaths are jagged, and it’s almost too much as he pumps faster and faster.
I see stars when I remember…” Yes, please, Daddy. Don’t stop!”
My legs quiver out of control, and he holds me there, feeling every pulse around him with a growl.
“I’ve got you, baby girl. Always.” He gives me a dark, delicious look before thrusting deep.
I whimper as his cocks hits some magical place inside me, sobbing his name as he ruins me for any other man. His balls slap my ass as his thrusts become jerky and so damn rough. I love it.
My orgasm rips through me, tearing me apart, putting me back together, and leaving me a sweaty mess. I know I’ll have bruises later as he grips my thighs, spilling inside me with a choked moan.
Roman slumps on top of me, breathing hard. “Goddamn, Bren,” he mutters, his chest heaving as he pulls out.
He repositions me on the bed, climbing in beside me and tugging me against him. I struggle to keep my eyes open, utterly sated.
His lips whisper across my forehead. “Get some sleep,mo chride.”
My eyelids slip shut, and sleep claims me before I can ask him what those words mean.