And it’s perfect. Exactly how he’s been since the very first day we met. A monster where it counts, while the rest of him has shown me nothing but kindness. I sink into the mattress, running my hands down my body to his head. Muscles stiffening against the tickles of his pecks and the long laps of his tongue as he hones in on his target.
I look down and find his eyes staring up my body. Inspecting it. Admiring it. But just as he reaches the final destination, my body a mess of tingles and tremors in preparation, he stops.
“Are you sure this is what you want, little Gem?” He speaks against my wetness, and the vibrations of his voice make me melt deeper into him.
Fuck, he could’ve taken me already. Thrown himself onto me, into me, and done whatever he damn well pleased. Instead, he takes the time to ask.Puts the power in my hands to stop this.
It leaves me feeling a certain sort of way. Flustered, wanted, but more than anything, cherished.
“More than anything, Daddy,” I whisper. Heart racing with the word I know is going to set him off. Embarrassed at how silly it makes me sound, but overwhelmingly turned on by the reaction it gets.
Ghost keeps his eyes pinned on me as his massive hands slide under my thighs. He squeezes firmly, hoisting my lower half upward, before he splits them apart for easy access to his feeding frenzy.
“Mine.” I hear the word, but before I get a chance to react, his mouth meets my intimacy, and my whole world flips upside down.
Any thoughts vanish from the spike of pleasure his tongue shoots into my brain. Who needs them, anyway? All I need is this. Him, his tongue, and the way it glides over me in ways I never knew possible.
My body spasms involuntarily. Back arching into every long lap of his tongue as he coats it in my liquids. Hands flailing against his head, trying to grab but unable to hold.
“Look at me, baby girl,” he roars, pulling me tighter against his face. “Let me see your face while I devour your virgin pussy.”
It’s almost an impossible ask. Pointing my head at him isn’t the challenge, no, that comes from keeping my eyes ahead when all they want to do is roll to the back of my skull.
But for him, I’ll do my best, craning my neck to peek over my breasts. Watching his lips and tongue glide through my lips and prod the place only he’s ever touched.
His frenzied feasting is relentless. A constant assault of his tongue flicking, circling, and lapping at my wetness. My grip tightens against his head, pinning him in place. Eyes locked together as I near orgasm.
“Oh fuck. Ghost, I’m—” I cut myself off with a husky groan and heavy panting.
There’s no time to speak. No warning. The bolt of euphoria that courses through my body strips me of all my senses. But there’s a twinkle in his eye, enough to tell me I didn’t have to say a word for him to know.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls against my skin, tongue beating against my pussy between words. “Come for Daddy.”
I come undone. Collapse into a mess on the bed, but his strong arms keep my lower half raised. Kissing and licking at my thighs to get every last drop of my nectar while I catch my breath.
He doesn’t wait long before his kisses start traveling. Against my satisfied womanhood, over my waist, and against my belly. Lingering against my breasts for a while, while his hands drop me and catch up to his mouth. They replace his mouth, fondling my mounds while his pecks continue to my mouth. And they settle softly on my lips a moment before he breaks away with a grin.
“You handled that well.” He’s teasing me at a time like this? I shouldn’t be surprised after he just rocked my world.
“That was the easy part,” I say, giving him a gentle prod to see if this is where I think it’s going. He still hasn’t said it. Hasn’t made me suspect that he wants to take my virginity here and now.
But I can’t wait any longer. After this, I need to know what it’s like. How it feels to be broken.
And no one else can do it but Ghost.
“It was. But it won’t hurt long,” he confirms and reassures me. “And then you’re going to feel better than you ever did before.”
I gulp down hard. Oh God, it’s actually going to happen.
“I’ll take it slow.” His hands shoot down the length of our bodies. He starts working his belt, knuckles brushing against my eager sex, and I can’t stop the whimpering moan that forces its way out.
He frees his trousers and kicks them lower, and I get my first glimpse of his massive erection. My eyes widen at the thick, veiny spear dangling between our bodies.
“It’s going to sting,” he continues. “Feel like a lot of pressure building inside. But if you get past that part, everything’s going to get a lot better.”
I turn my wide-eyed stare up to him. Allow my hands to travel over his suit jacket, stripping it off his shoulders. Then his shirt, one button at a time, until his scarred, muscular body is as exposed as I am. He doesn’t interrupt me. Lets me take my time.
“I’m ready, Daddy,” I whisper.
