But nothing compares to having my air cut off while my core seizes, sputtering and shuddering with delight, while at the same time, my boyfriend, boss, Daddy rams himself deep inside of me and shakes violently through a climax, hot belts of his release spraying into me, his jaw bunched with tension, along with his shoulders and arms.
“You take that come, little girl,” he roars, throttling me, his jaw going slack when his rough treatment causes a fresh wave of release to capture me, and I squirt around his thick, spurting pillar of flesh, a mess culminating on my belly, thighs and the comforter beneath. “Christ. Virgin or come slut. Which one are you?”
“Both, Daddy,” I barely manage, because he’s still choking me, allowing me precious little air. “Whatever you need me to be.”
Cursing vilely, he convulses and another hot load floods me, a sense of completeness slamming into me with such force, every ounce of tension leaves my body and I lose consciousness. But I’m in the arms of my protector and he loves me, like I love him.
Therefore, I don’t worry for a second.
I have nothing to fret about.
Tonight, at least.
Chapter Eight
Draven
I’m a man of few words, but I’ve never lost the voice in my head.
Right now, looking down at Claire, all I hear is music.
There’s no berating of myself for how I screwed up in the past. There’s no stress about how I’ll perform in the kitchen in the future. There’s no such thing as dissatisfaction or pain.
She’s taken it all away from me with her magical touch. Her exquisite pussy.
The words that urged me into an animal state.
I’ve been given the greatest gift imaginable. A girl who gives me pleasure that transcends reality. A girl whose body makes an ingredient that can’t be found anywhere else.
And in return, I’ve bruised and terrorized her.
There is a red ring around her little throat, her body covered in chafe marks and semen. Her lips are swollen, hair tangled, a bite mark on her throat. I’m not even sure when I did that.
I’m no longer absent of guilt. No, it comes rioting back with pitchforks, stabbing me in the jugular and making me bleed invisible blood all over the sweetest creature in existence.
“Claire,” I whisper hoarsely, gathering her body up against mine and sitting back, rocking her limp body in my arms. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please don’t be hurt.”
Her head lolls forward, her cheek landing hard against my shoulder.
She moans softly.
I bite off a sound of distress, my heart pumping ninety miles an hour. Not knowing what else to do, I rise from the bed and carry her into the en suite bathroom, turning on the bathtub. I hold her tight and rock her while it fills, my horror increasing when I look at us in the giant bathroom mirror. Our size difference alone should be a criminal offense. I’m over a foot taller than her and broader by half and yet, she clings to me so sweetly, like I’m her savior, even as new marks appear on her skin, her legs hanging limply around my hips.
Once the bathtub has filled, I climb inside and hold her in the warm water, murmuring into her hair about how I’m going to marry her one day and bring her on a tasting tour of Europe, so we can laugh at their attempts to create flavors superior to hers. I tell her she’s going to be a great mother and I apologize for my roughness, even though I am not confident that I can be gentler next time. Her body turns me into a much more primitive man.
“Draven,” she finally whispers, lifting her head and looking around, blinking sleepily. “Where are we?”
“In the bathtub,” I say, unable to keep the sweeping relief out of my voice, my fingers tracing the hand marks around her throat. “You passed out, Claire. It scared the shit out of me.”
“I did?” She yawns and nuzzles into me. “It feels good in here.”
I’m not going to survive how sweet she is. My chest is an open wound over here, just listening to her delicate voice in comparison to my deeper, older one. “I was so rough. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t slow myself down. I…I lost my mind.”
She lifts her head and rubs our mouths together, a sparkle of joy present in her blue eyes. “I helped you lose it.”
My cock stirs in the water, remembering that move she pulled. Pushing down on my ass with her heels while she lifted her hips, grinding me so deep I saw the pearly gates. My balls stiffen, too, as if preparing for another round. But there can’t be another one. Not tonight. I’ve worn my girlfriend out and I should be ashamed how I’ve treated a virgin.
“Did you mean it when you said you loved me?” she asks, kissing my jaw. My chin.