“I am going to let go of your hips. You are going to spread your thighs as wide as you can and hold them there until I say you can move. Understand?”
She rapidly nodded, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her face as pink as a rose. She tried to cover her face, her embarrassment at what he was about to do beyond obvious.
He loved it. And the twitches of her hips as she fought her own need to hold as still as she could, the jutting tips of her stiff nipples, the swollen, needy lips of her pretty pussy as he rubbed where he’d spanked, slowly spreading her most intimate folds, baring the weeping pinkness of her sheath and the shyly protruding of her clit. As if pleading to him for more. He stroked it with his rough thumb.
Soon, little one, he promised, licking his lips.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
Whimpering, she uncovered her face. Propped as she was on the pillow, she looked down the length of her sweet body, locking her gaze with his.
“Eyes on me,” Hamish told her. “Don’t look away, if you want to come.”
The rosy blush eating up her cheeks deepened, darkened. But her eyes, oh those beautiful blue orbs, widened, the hue turning smoky and glazed with her own wanton hunger. The eyes were windows into the soul, or so Shakespeare once said. He kept his locked with hers, because if that was true he wanted to watch how deeply he touched her soul as he slid his cock inside her for the first time.
“Daddy,” she whispered, but it wasn’t to make him stop.
He didn’t know if he could, at this point. His body was thrumming, pounding along in time with the heady beating of his pulse. He could feel it everywhere–in his head, his chest, his cock and balls picking up the beat until the only thought in his head was how much he wanted her in turn. Needed her.
Ached for her, and there was no holding back.
She sucked a hard breath when he opened his mouth, letting it out in a low shuddering moan when he swooped in.
Forget light and loving touches, he devoured her, lashing her with the full force of his tongue just to hear her gasp, again and again. He sucked and nibbled her folds, edging her, scraping her thighs and clit with his beard until she was arching and damn near crying. Oh, she was going to cry all right. She was going to cry for him, only him, and he would lick and kiss the salty tears from her cheeks while he loved her–fucked her–driving her from climax to climax until she was crying for real. And begging him to stop as the relentless pleasure heightened all the way until it was pain, and she just couldn’t come anymore.
He was going to exhaust her, exhaust himself, but he wasn’t going to stop. Not until he had nothing left to give her. Until he couldn’t move, not so much as a finger, not even enough to roll over, fold her into his embrace, and hold her all night long. Close to his chest. Tucked right up against his heart, where she belonged. Where he wished he could hold her forever.
He didn’t want to dwell on all the reasons why that would be impossible, he just threw himself into loving her, wrapping himself in the here and now and the joy of holding her smaller body as close to him as she would come.
“Daddy!” Chloe shouted, her body stiffening, her back arching, her eyes closing for the first time since he’d told her not to. She came, hard, flooding his tongue with her pleasure.
“Delicious,” he said, savoring the taste of her on his lips. A predator with its prey fallen before him, he crawled up her body, his gaze fixed on her, unwavering. “Last chance. Tell me no and I’ll stop.”
Maybe. He wasn’t sure he had the self-control. He was shaking now, every bit as badly as she was. He needed her, but did she need him every bit as much?
Chloe held out her hands, stroking his shoulders as he settled his strong body over hers, and did not tell him stop. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. Her breath was the sweetest caress as she softly sighed, “More, Daddy. Mor–”
He kissed the word from her mouth, opening to the eager thrust of her tongue. It felt like dancing, their tongues twirling, twining, loving one another. God, he wanted to take his time, but the next thing he knew he was inside her. The heat… the heavenly embrace of her pussy clenching the length of his cock as he pushed himself with painstaking slowness up inside her. The block of her hymen was a shocking barrier that gave way to him even as he recognized it for what it was.
His perfect wee lassie had come to him a virgin.
Gentle, gentle, gentle… But her soft gasp was his undoing. His self-control snapped, his inner Dom erupting with all the force of his arousal. He took her, hard, fast, locking her wrists on the mattress as his hips pumped between her thighs, luxuriating every time her body stiffened beneath his and that wondrous tremor took hold of his cock as her pussy quivered along in time to the orgasm he drove into her.
Her claws raked his back and he almost came himself, the pain exquisite. He nipped her bottom lip in turn, giving the kitten in her a relatively gentle introduction to the wolf in him.
She grabbed his ass, her nails digging into his buttocks while the heels of her feet drove him to pump harder… harder…
“Harder!” she shouted, her body erupting into another shudder of pleasure. She burst into tears, the ecstasy more than she knew how to handle, but he knew.
Rising on shaky arms, he pounded her into the mattress, the slapping of their hips the metronome by which he drove her to her final climax. The tightening of her walls around him sparked the heady rip of his own heart-pounding orgasm as it tore through him. He couldn’t get deep enough as his seed spurted right up against her womb.
Condom, he belatedly realized.
Shit.
Well, he knew he was clean, and certainly she was. He was too far gone to consider the possibility of an eighteen-year mistake, well… he’d be far-pressed to call it a mistake, the mixing of his genes with hers, creating a tiny little person with facial features so much like their mother’s that he’d be reminded of her every time he looked at them.
His limp cock slid out of her, freeing them from one another, the loss of that physical contact saddening. Chloe wasn’t moving. Cupping her cheek, he gently rolled her head to face him. Her eyes were closed, but she was breathing–he checked.`She’d passed out. Relaxing again, he pulled her closer, exhaustion forcing his eyes closed long before he had drunk his fill of her.
