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He twists us around again, pinning me down on the bed. Now his glittering gaze has a steely, dangerous edge to it. His whole chest heaves as he wedges himself between my thighs and rocks that erection right up against where I need it most. “I’ll give you what you need, little mouse. But you need to be careful what you beg for. Daddy has been lonely for a very long time.”
He growls, snapping his hips and driving me into the bed. “I need to take care of you first, you understand? So you have to promise not to talk about fucking until you’re good and ready, you understand?”
“You won the World Series,” I whisper, looking up at him as I sway my mouth closer to his tip. “You’re a World Champion.” “You’re my reward,” he growls. “Your sweet little mouth.” I nod. “You want me to lick it?” “Fuck.” His hand tightens in my hair. “Yes, baby. Lick Daddy’s cock. Be a good girl and taste that drop of seed on the tip. I made it for you.”
He rumbles instructions at me. “Bigger mouth, that’s it. Lick me while you suck it. Can you take any more? Your lips are so pretty when they’re stretched wide around me. Fuck, I feel it spilling out of me already. Can you taste me? Daddy filling your mouth, when you were begging him to fill your pussy…this is wrong, Sinclaire. I shouldn’t fuck your mouth before I make love to your little pussy.”
“That’s what it will be, the first time I’m inside you. The first and every time.” My eyes, suddenly hot and scratchy, threaten to well up, so I drop my lashes and focus on trying to suck him again, but he cups my chin and lifts my face. “I want to love you the way a man loves his wife,” he says solemnly. “And the only reason I’m letting you play with my cock right now is a dark, twisted hope you get addicted to the power of milking Daddy’s seed, buying me enough time to convince you to love me right back.”
I take him back into my mouth, and he fists my hair into a ponytail. “Don’t tease me, girl. You think you know what you’re in for, but when I come, I’m going to overflow your mouth. You’ll have to swallow it all down or make a big mess.”
“Is that your pretty little throat?” He grunts under his breath. “Jesus Christ, Sin, you’ll get me addicted to the tight squeeze of that if you’re not careful. Need to fuck your face every morning to start the day. Doing retirement right, that’s the new plan. Do you have room for me in your dorm bed? A big baseball player who needs his cock sucked by the coed?”
“Oh, little mouse,” he whispers, his voice rough. “What a good girl you are, giving me more than I deserve. Come here.” He leans over and scoops me up, not caring at all that my face is a mess. In fact, once he has me sitting on his lap on the bed, he cups my cheeks and wipes my lower lip with his thumb with a surprisingly fond look on his face. Almost as if he likes how messy I am.
He nods, but instead of taking it, he shifts me to recline against the pillows, and he grabs the bottle, then shoulders his way between my thighs. “I’ve wanted to drink from you since you peeled off my jersey.” I squeak in surprise as he pours a splash of champagne into my belly button, then covers it with his lips and swallows the mouthful. He lifts his head, his throat still working, and he holds my gaze. “You taste better than I imagined, Sinclaire Rosehill.” “You…thought about…” I trail off into a sigh as he presses the rounded mouth of the glass bottle against my nipple and tips it
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“That’s close, pet.” He drags in a rough breath and lifts his gaze to meet mine. “But it’s not going to be fucking. What do you want Daddy to do to you?”
“What you and me have isn’t like fooling around with boys.” He replaces the bottle with his fingers, holding my panties down, revealing just the top of my slit, where my clit is hidden, but throbbing. “What we are going to do tonight will make you forget anything else.”
The bottle tips, the heavy cool glass pressing gently across my hip, and his mouth follows the stream, sucking up the champagne from my skin, my curls, and then, oh God, oh God, my pussy.
My impossible dream of a crush, the man I’ve watched work next to my father my whole life, has his face buried between my legs, promising me I’ll forget all others. But there hasn’t been anyone else. Ever.
He lifts his head immediately. “Please don’t ask me to stop.”
He licks his lips. “Are you a horny girl who likes to be spread open?”
Fiery anger blazes in his eyes. “What sort of selfish fuckers have you been with?” I sink into the pillows, suddenly feeling silly. “Nobody,” I whisper. “You’re my first everything.” “How?” “I don’t know. I just didn’t want that before.” “Oh, pet.” His pupils dilate, white hot now, and he reaches out to shove the champagne onto the bedside table. Then he takes the flute from my hand, his calloused fingers raising sparks where they brush against my softer ones.
“I never wanted it with anyone else, either,” he says so quietly I almost miss it over the pounding of my heart.
“But if I’m going to be your first, you need to know that I will also be your only.”
“Of course I mean it,” I growl. “Maybe I shouldn’t. No, I know I shouldn’t, because I’m an asshole to put any conditions on your first time being whatever you want it to be. But you also deserve full honesty from me about what it will mean.”
Which is everything.
I cup her face in my hands. “You are all I ever want. And I will be what you need.”
We’ve both been keeping secrets. She’s kept her innocence to herself. My secret feels much less noble—a dark possessiveness, and everything we’ve already done tonight has amplified that base need for her to dangerous levels.
Truthfully, I was a goner long before I stepped into this room and picked up her panties. And from that moment, it’s been a fever dream of fantasy highlight after fantasy highlight.
I tighten my hold on her. “I thought we’d already established that I want you so much it scares me.”
I roll her onto her back and pin her hands to the bed, our fingers entwined.
I take her mouth, kissing the filth away. “You are a good girl for asking for what you want,” I tell her, my voice low and warm, as I start to strip out of my dress pants. “But if you call what we do in this bed fucking one more time, I’m going to spank the brat right out of you.”
I want to crush her to the bed and never let her go. I want to make her say dirty things just to have the pleasure of turning her ass red.
Daddy needs his little girl’s pussy. Full access, all night long. All of her firsts will be mine tonight, just in case she bolts in the morning. And then we’ll have to chase her. Have to? Get to. Never again will I hold myself back from chasing this girl, from pursuing her and winning her and making her feel like the best part of my life. Because she is.
I plant my big hands on her knees, calloused and tan against the smoothness of her skin,
and shake my head. “Don’t hide this from me.”
“Look at your beautiful cunt,” I say, settling between her thighs. I inhale deeply as I glide my thumbs up her tender bare lips, opening her up for my hungry gaze. “Can Daddy kiss you here?”
His nose sweeps across the inside of my thigh and he inhales. “Fuck, you smell good.”
“Who’s my girl?” “I am,” I babble. “That’s fucking right. You gonna come for me?”
“God you've got the best little cunt. Come for me. Come on my face. And then Daddy will make love to you.”
And my pulse is still pounding when he exhales happily and leans his forehead against my inner thigh. But I have no trouble hearing what he says next. “You taste so ripe, baby. Nobody’s ever tasted this breedable little pussy, have they? All mine.”
His fingertip traces my slippery entrance. “Such a pretty flower.”
“I like all the words for it,” he says, his voice rumbling as he pushes himself up. Words like breedable pussy. My head spins as I watch him wipe his face, then lick his fingers.
I laugh again. “That wasn’t… I know. I was just… You’re so…” His gaze is warm, deeply understanding. “You don’t think I feel the same way as I look down at you?”
I admit. “You are softer and sweeter than I imagined. Smaller in my arms, and my heart is pounding so hard I’m afraid I might have a heart attack before I get inside you. Every time you blush, I worry that I’ve freaked you out and harmed you irreparably.”
He glances down between us, nudging my legs further apart. “Oh, Sinclaire. Yes, baby we are making love. And look at how it makes you drip. Do you want to know what I see here, baby?”
It’s no hardship at all to find more words for her. “Your soft, swollen, dripping cunt looks so fucking ready. Ripe and needy.” I touch her there. “Do you feel needy, pet?”
“Shhh...It’s okay.” My voice is thick like honey. I’d talk her into anything right now. Last minute fears only feed my desire, because I’m sure I can soothe them with pleasure. “You need this inside you, don’t you?”
I rub the crown against her slick entrance, fitting us together—just barely. I look huge against soft flesh. Dangerous. “You need this,” I repeat.
“Let me in, baby,” I croon. “You feel so good. You’re so wet for Daddy, aren’t you? You begged me for this. You felt empty.”
And I’m getting bigger by the second, stretching her open. “You make me this big,” I promise her. “Only for you.”
“Never felt so good in my entire life,” I promise her, and it’s the truth.
I push in, getting deeper again, more of my cock getting wet on this thrust than before, and fuck fuck fuck, yes that’s it, she feels so good, and I want to take her, all of her. I want to fall on her and into her and love her so hard, fill her up with so much love she forgets how difficult this first time feels. “Push your hand down, baby,” I rumble. “Feel me. Feel me moving inside you.”
“Feel me filling you up,” I whisper hotly against her hair. “You're never gonna be empty ever again. I promise you.”
It’s still making love, because holy shit do I love this girl, this woman. But it’s the fuck she begged me for, too.
Her careful little rubbing gesture floods me with a new, protective heat. It’s gorgeous and innocent, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Her touches make her back arch, makes her cunt clamp down on me, and I’m there, suddenly, on the precipice. “Come with me inside you,” I grind out. “Let me feel how good it feels when I fuck you.”
