Where the fuck did that come from?
And why the fuck does it turn my head into a spiraling mess?
Daddy.It’s perfect. Tickles my brain in unimaginable ways.
Unable to process more than my base urges, I hook my index finger around until it’s teasing Gemma’s entrance. Her bucking comes to a stop, head snapping to the ceiling as she waits for me to move just a little farther.
“Good girl,” I whisper into her ear, and as I suck her lobe between my lips, I slide my finger into her. Slow to start, teasing the motion until my finger’s soaked in her liquids.
In the haze and heat of the moment, riding on the thrill of her first orgasm from a man, Gemma’s hands slip between our bodies. Working on instinct, they latch onto my girth and squeeze the life out of me.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t give for her to go on. Stroke it, play with it, do whatever she fucking wants. But I can’t. If we cross that boundary, there won’t be any coming back for me.
I grab one of her wrists with my free hand and pull it off my cock. “Not tonight. Everything we’re doing here, this is all for you.”
She doesn’t fight me on it, though that might be more from me exploring her depths deeper with every twist of my wrist.
Her walls squeeze around my finger, and her entire body trembles with every thrust. She’s never felt this before, never been touched like this, and she’s on the verge of exploding all because of me.
“You’re so tight,” I mumble against her skin. If this is how she feels around my finger, she’ll suffocate the life out of my cock.
It twitches at the thought, struggling harder to stay away with every passing second.
“Daddy…” There it is again. Like butter dripping from a hot biscuit. “You feel so good.” She’s playing with her dirty talk. Trying it out and blushing with every word. Little does she know, I fucking love it.
“Are you going to come for me, baby girl?”
As if the catalyst to send her over the edge, Gemma catches a moan in the back of her throat and swings her arms around my shoulders. Her fingernails dig into my skin, and her body stiffens while a guttural roar erupts from deep inside her core.
I snap my head towards hers, locking our mouths together to steal this sound. Suck it in and keep it all to myself. Just like I’m going to do to her. Her tongue smashes through the barrier of my lips as her orgasm crests and intensifies.
Riding that high for everything she can get before it comes down.
And when it finally does, Gemma crumbles against my chest, squeezing me tightly around the neck. Clinging on for dear life after her whole world started rocking.
“Can I take you to bed?” I whisper against her crown.
“Only if you’ll join me.” Her body stiffens, expecting me to say no.
“You wouldn’t need to ask me twice.”
She tries to get off my lap, but I pull her right back on and into another kiss. With Gemma in my arms, I stand. So small, so light, carrying Gemma is an easy job that will drive her wild.
Gemma gasps and giggles as we walk, still making out, all the way to the bedroom. But as soon as her feet touch the bed, a sigh replaces the giddy laughter from a moment ago.
“What’s the matter?” This isn’t the reaction I was expecting after whatwe did. Maybe it should’ve been. I pushed too hard, and now that she’s back to reality, she regrets it.
“Well, you know, I’ve never done this before.” She’s looking straight into my eyes, but I can tell she doesn’t want to hold it. “A virgin at twenty-one. It’s not gonna be a problem, is it?” She turns away from me to finish. “My … inexperience?”
I slide my hand over her cheek and pull her face back to mine, gently brushing the apple with my thumb. “Nothing about you could ever be a problem. You’re perfect.”
I replace my hand with a peck on the cheek, and her mood lightens.
Crisis averted.
7
GEMMA
