Page 13 of Claimed By Daddy
“I’m sorry,” I reply, the words cracking on my lips when his fingertips slowly inch toward my inner thigh.
The corner of his mouth ticks up the tiniest bit as he slides further toward between my legs. “No.” He shakes his head, softly demanding, “Say it.”
Locked on his gaze—adrenaline buzzing in my veins from his hand lingering where no man has touched me—I open my mouth and can’t hold back the words that tumble out. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”Daddy…The word echoes in my head and flutters betweenmy thighs.
A pleased smile spreads across his face, and the hard edge in his eyes completely fades. “That’s my good girl.” Enzo’s hand slides fully between my thighs, and his fingertip swirls at the slickness around my entrance before gingerly pressing it slightly into me. “Daddy likes it when you’re a good girl.”
I tense at the foreign sensation of his digit rubbing around my entrance and teasingly inching in and out of me. He immediately stills and he urges, “Relax for me. I’ll be gentle.”
“I… uh… I ummm…” I stammer, feeling the heat of the embarrassment over my complete lack of experience creep up my face and flush my cheeks.Twenty-two years old and I’ve barely kissed a man, let alone had one put his hands in my panties.“I’ve never…”
Enzo pulls his hand from between my thighs, lifts me from across his legs, and into his lap until I’m straddling him. He places his hands on my hips beneath my dress, and his thumbs draw leisurely circles on my bare skin. “Shit. I didn’t know, princess. I don’t want to do anything you aren’t ready for,” he softly insists, easing my nerves and tenderly pressing his lips to mine.
“We can go slow.” He peppers the words against my lips. Wet, languid kisses pass between us, his tongue licking against the crease of my lips. I part them slightly, and he slips his tongue between them. It swipes against mine, massaging it gently, causing me to whimper with need into his mouth—a devilish chuckle rising from him as he pulls back from our passionate kiss.It’s like he can read my mind…
Enzo’s warm breath blows across my already flushed cheeks when he leans toward my ear. His short beard tickles my cheek, his lips dust against the shell of my ear, sending goosebumps up my spine. “If you want this, you need to tell Daddy what you want.”
His demand leaves me at a complete loss for words and my heart pounding. I don’t know what I want…Lies. I know exactlywhat I want. His hands on me again. To feel his lips press against mine. For him to tear my panties from me and slide more than just his fingertips inside me. I just don’t knowhowto ask for it. “I… Can you…” I’m thankful his cheek is still pressed against mine and he can’t see the embarrassment painted across my face.Don’t overthink it, Eavan… He’s waiting for you to say it just as much as you want to speak it.“I want you to… make me yours… to be my first.”
“That’s not how good girls ask,” he whispers, sliding his scruff along my jaw as he pulls back from my ear. “They say please.”
“Please…” I beg on an exhale before correcting myself. “Please, Daddy.”
Enzo’s hands slide up my sides, lifting the loose skirt of my dress with them. “Are you sure?” he asks, his hands resting at the sides of my chest. Unable to speak with his dark eyes locked on mine, I timidly nod my response. His hands slide higher, pushing my arms over my head to rid me of my dress. He drops it to the floor—leaving me in nothing but my panties and a pair of booties—as his eyes rake down my less-than-perfect body. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, princess.”
His heated gaze sets my skin on fire—his hands dusting over my flesh only further igniting me. My chest heaves as his hands slide up my back until they tangle in my hair. Using his light hold, he slowly pulls me toward him.
His soft, full lips press to mine, and I melt into him as he takes my mouth again. This kiss is far less gentle than the first, and I struggle to draw a breath as he plunders my mouth. My tongue dances with his, and I grind onto his lap to relieve the ache between my thighs.
Enzo peppers kisses along my jaw and down my neck—licking and sucking to my collarbone. He pulls my hair firmly, forcing my back to arch and pushing my heaving chest into his face. I gasp when he sucks my breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipple. The tingling sensation flitters through me, eliciting a need between my thighs like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
As though he can sense my desire, his hand slips from my hair, down my body, and between us. “Your little panties areabsolutely soaked, princess,” he hoarsely whispers, rubbing over the damp fabric. Enzo shifts his weight, and I’m suddenly on my back with him half on top of me. His hands slip up and down my inner thigh as he presses his lips back to mine. Slipping his fingers beneath the thin damp cotton, he pulls my panties to the side and rubs through my pussy lips. I moan into his mouth and push into his touch, wanting—no, needing—more of him.
His slick fingertips circle around my clit, and every touch causes my pulse to race faster as I quickly lose my breath. The tension from his touch builds low in my stomach, and I fist at his shirt, desperately needing him to bring me over the edge. “Your little pussy is so fucking wet for Daddy,” Enzo groans against my lips, and I can hear the approval in his tone. His thumb rubbing over my clit, he presses a finger to my entrance. “Practically begging for me to be inside you.”
He eases his finger into me, and I tug at my fistfuls of cotton to drag him back to my mouth. Sliding it leisurely in and out of me, he curls it toward my stomach, and the tightness in my core explodes through me. I come hard—harder than I ever have alone—as he swallows my cries. He pulls back from our kiss, lingering so close that his words vibrate against my lips, “Does my sweet princess like when I play with her tight pussy?”
“Mmmmm,” I moan, lost in euphoria with my hips rising to meet his light thrusts.
“Yes, Daddy,” he sternly corrects. His warm, wet tongue drags up the side of my neck until his lips are against my ear. “Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy. More, Daddy. Harder, Daddy,” hegravelly whispers between full deep thrusts of his finger. “That’s how good girls answer, isn’t it?”
“Yes… Daddy,” I breathlessly answer.
“Good girl.” Enzo kisses along my jaw, making his way back to my lips. “We need to make sure this tight, virgin pussy is ready to take my cock,” Enzo softly insists. He kisses me hard and deep, stealing my breath and swallowing my whimpers as he eases a second finger into me. It’s so much, but it also feels so good. Plundering my mouth, he thrusts them slowly and steadily until I’m practically writhing beneath him. “Are you going to come again?” he asks, thrusting deep and dragging his fingers along my walls.
My back arches from the couch again when he diligently curls and plunges his fingers inside me—my legs quivering and squeezing around his hand—and I scream, “Yes, Daddy!”
He withdraws his digits from me, sliding over me with a satisfied smile. Gripping my panties, he rises from the couch and pulls the damp fabric down my legs. After removing them and my booties, he haphazardly tosses everything to the floor—my shoes each hitting the hardwood with a thud. Enzo grips his white V-neck shirt at the nape of his neck, pulls it over his head, wipes his fingers clean, and drops it next to my panties.
My eyes roam down his body as he towers over me, standing next to the couch. I reach for the deep V protruding from his waistband as he undoes his belt and lowers his zipper, drawing my attention to the massive bulge at the front of them. He pushes his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs, andI nearly choke when his hard length springs free.That’s going inside me?!? There’s no way!
“Relax, princess,” Enzo softly urges, clearly seeing my wide eyes and gaping mouth. “You’ll love how good I’ll feel inside you.” He quickly rids himself of his pants and climbs onto the couch. Settling between my thighs and pulling them over his hips, his weighty dick rests against my core as he presses his firm, bare chest against mine. “I’m going to stretch out your tight little pussy, but you can take it.”Stretch it? That thing is going to split me in two.He reaches between us and presses himself to my entrance, promising, “I’ll go nice and slow.”
He eases forward, and a strangled groan blows over my lips when he enters me. It doesn’t hurt, but it also falls a little short of being pleasurable. Stilling for a second, he rubs his knuckles along my jaw. “That’s it, princess. Just breathe.” True to his word, he inches forward, giving me time to adjust to the strange sensation of him stretching me wide and completely filling me. “Let Daddy all the way inside you.”
His hips press against the back of my thighs, and I realize that I have somehow managed to take all of him.And, miraculously, I’m not split in two. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.” He pulls back, and I clench with nerves, afraid he’s going to slam back into me.I might not be experienced, but I heard my share of horror stories from girls when I was in high school.Cupping my face, Enzo presses his lips to mine. “I’ll be gentle. Until you’re ready for more. I promise.”
Not once pulling his deep brown eyes from mine, he works himself in and out of me slowly, dropping kisses across mylips. With every stroke, I relax, and the feel of him sliding into me grows increasingly enjoyable.Really fucking enjoyable.“Such a good girl,” he praises, slightly increasing the speed of his thrusts, “taking all of Daddy’s big cock.”
