I kiss her then, slowly, deeply, sliding my tongue over hers in long, sensuous strokes. Slowly, her body relaxes into mine, a soft moan leaving her lips. I slide a hand between us, gently pressing her hip to the bed to hold her steady—I thrust.
She gasps loudly into my mouth, her hips bucking against my hold in protest. Her tissues stretch around him, finally submitting to the relentless pressure of my cock.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck.” I grate out as a blinding wave of pleasure rushes up at me, almost blinding my vision. I hold myself still—against every primal instinct in my body—and when I feel her body relax again, I claim her mouth in a furious, possessive kiss, flexing my hips in a way that pushes me further into her.
She screams as I fill her, her fingers digging painfully into my shoulders.
Fuck biology. Wish I can take away the pain.
She must have seen something on my face because she cups my face in her palms and smiles up at me. “I’m fine.”
My chest tightens with emotions that seem bigger than me at that moment.What did I ever do to deserve such a sweet angel?
“You sure?”
She nods. “Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck. Hearing her call me Daddy, with that small knowing smile, drives me over the edge. I immediately lost all train of thought, pushing further into her with a loud groan.
Sinking into Mila is like piercing heaven—or a particularly salacious part of hell.
I want more. So much more.
Falling down over her, I brace myself on my forearms, plunging my tongue between her lips as I sink deeper into her pussy. She groans into my mouth, her arms coming around my neck as her hips buck beneath me. I lift my head reluctantly,nipping at her lush lips. My cock throbs furiously in her clasp, demanding more. I resist the urge with a herculean effort.
“Shhhh,” I sooth roughly. I suck her lower lips teasingly and she kisses me back excitedly, her soft whimpers driving me crazy. Her hands moved anxiously on my back, her fingertips sinking into muscle. I groan and penetrate her to the hilt. I grimace, my eyes clamping shut.
“Fuck,” I growl, forcing my eyes open. I focus on her beautiful face, her delicate features pulled tight with arousal. Glancing down, I see her full, firm breasts rising and falling rapidly. My cock lurches in her clasping channel.
“I’m sorry, baby” I say quickly, regretting her slight wince. “Did that hurt?”
“Just a little,” she whispers. “You feel so good.”
Her words are the last straw.
I let out a soft curse, pull out to my tip then plunge back into her with controlled force. Air pops out of her throat, her fingers grabbing my hair. Her legs jolt slightly, subconsciously closing up.
“Spread your legs again,” I order tensely. She widens her thighs, raising her bent knees higher. “That’s right,” I mutter before I begin to fuck her.
I stare at her face as I claim her, enraptured by the wild, helpless pleasure on her face. I thrust harder, smacking into her tight body.
God, I’m hungry, and she’s a feast unlike any other.
She grips at my shoulders, her expression growing frantic. Her nails sink into my muscles. My cock keeps swelling even as I pound.
“Put your hands above your head for Daddy,” I grated out, not relenting in my thrusts. “Do it. Now,” I command sharply when she just keeps staring at me with dazed, doe-like eyes. I continue to drive into her, our skin slapping together, filling the room erotically.
Her eyes…they’ll be the death of me.
She finally seems to understand me. Her hands fall over her head, her elbows bent, the pale, tender underside of her arms exposed. Her hands are open on the pillows, palms turned upward, her fingers curling slightly inward. It’s a striking image of beauty. Of submission.
She does it so naturally, never realizing the effect it has on me.
I curse, arousal biting at me, goading me onward. I fuck her harder. Her pink-tipped breasts strain upward, bouncing slightly every time I plunge into her. She bites her lip as my cock drives faster. Her pussy is warm and wet, her nipples erect. Her expression is rigid, her eyes glazed with desire.
“Why don’t you scream for me,solnishka?”
I can tell she’s holding herself back and the discovery makes my heart burn with something akin to anger. Not at her—never at her—just at the thought of how much she’s had to hold back over the years.