Page 56 of For Her Own Good

I can’t believe it. If anyone would’ve told me sixteen years ago I’d be doing this, I would’ve punched them in the face, kneed them in the groin, and wrung their goddamn neck. And yet here we are and there’s no place I’d rather be, nothing I’ve ever wanted more.

Leaning over her, I slip a hand behind her neck, cradle her head, and study her face. I want to remember this forever. The light in her eyes, the way her lips are parted, how she feels as she breathes beneath me. Though I can’t imagine I could ever forget—this moment is going to be seared into my brain.

“Relax for me, sweetheart. Let me inside.”

She closes her eyes, lets out a breath, and sets her hands on my biceps, her lashes fluttering as she finally gazes up at me. “Please.”

That’s the final invitation I need to press forward, by an inch, to get a taste of what it will feel like to be surrounded by her slick, wet heat, and in doing so, I make her gasp.

“Shh, shh. You’re all right, Star. Aren’t you? Feels good to have the head of my cock stretching your pussy, doesn’t it?” My coaxing is met by a tiny nod. “Good girl. I’m going to put more of it inside you. Real slow until you’re stuffed full. You’re going to take all of Daddy’s big fat cock like a good little girl.”

Christ. Jesus fucking Christ this is filthy as hell, but also achingly sweet, and the combination is going to do me in.

She clings to me as I press farther into her tight passage and I take my sweet time. Draw out a bit to ease my way with her moisture when I rock forward again, the whole time telling her she’s such a good girl and that she feels incredible. That I love her is on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t say that to her. Not now. When I say it, I want it to be under circumstances where she’ll never doubt it’s true, that I mean it down to the marrow of my bones—and not just with my boner. So I tell her in other ways, nuzzling her throat, kissing the junction of her jaw and her ear, murmuring sweet things, and passing the pad of my thumb across her cheek.

“Gorgeous girl, you feel like home to me. I love being inside of you.”

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Starla

Home. That’s how I feel with Lowry surrounding me, penetrating me, his weight pushing me into the mattress, the thick length of his erection filling me up. Full. That’s how I feel. Not just physically either. For all that I’ve craved love, belonging, and understanding my whole life, and lusted after Lowry thinking he might be the one to give it to me, perhaps teenage Starla wasn’t so foolish.

He was 100 percent right not to have taken advantage of that and I doubt we’d be here now if he had. But we are, and having him above me, between my spread thighs, pressing into my very core with this intoxicating mix of bossy dominance, poking gently at the parts of me this has laid so very bare, and also being the sweetest, most attentive lover I’ve ever had is… Well, it’s everything I ever dreamed it would be. Right down to feeling as though he could split me in two if he weren’t so very cautious and conscientious.

“Daddy…”

God, my voice is breathy and small, almost a soft squeak.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“I…I’m full, Daddy. I can’t take any more.”

He pauses, levers up on his elbow and searches my face. I could say stop and he would. I could claw my way out of little Starla and be grown-goddamn-woman Starla for long enough to tell him it was too much for real. If it were. It’s not. But I want more of that cajoling, more of that easing, more of that dirty talk that came so easily to him.

I want him to…makeme isn’t right. I’m not bratty. But the sweet coaxing and the assurances that Daddy knows best is enough to render me molten lava. Enough, perhaps, to make me come if he made that promise before driving his cock home with a brutal thrust.

It’s probably a good idea to have a safeword before we do this again. Will we get to do this scenario in particular again? I know I said it was a one-time thing, but god, it’s fun to play a virgin who needs to be taught the ways of sex. Hopefully Lowry will think so too.

If only I could beam my thoughts into his brain. It sometimes seemed like I could—or that, in fact, he could draw them out—when he was my doctor. And as convenient as that might be in some situations, I’m glad it’s not actually true. But that means I have to find another way to let him know I’m fine, that he doesn’t need to stop—please don’t stop—that I need more,wantmore of that delicious taboo persuasion. So I work the small muscles surrounding my mouth, forcing up the corner of my lips into the smallest quirk, willing him to understand so we don’t have to break the spell further.

Relief breaks over his rough features like a wave dashed against rocky cliffs—abrupt and startling. And then it’s gone, replaced by sternness.

“What did I say, Star?”

“That I’m to take everything you give me.”

“And what else?”

He tightens his grip on the back of my neck and it renders me into a quivering dollop of girl, as though he’s pressed a button that makes me limp and pliable, so very very soft and willing to hand myself over to him. To believe in him wholeheartedly.

“That Daddy knows best.”

“I do. I know you, little girl. I know what you’re capable of, I know what you can take. You are one tough cookie, and even if it makes you nervous, I think you want to take the last couple of inches of my cock. You want to feel so full you might burst, like you might get torn in half. I’m not going to be rough with you until you take it all, until you’re stuffed full, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard your tits bounce. And you’re going to love every stroke, every thrust. You’re going to make helpless little noises while I ram my cock into your tight cunt over and over and over until you come on my throbbing dick.”

I whimper because I can.

“Say it, Star. Say it while I’m fucking into you. Say it until you can’t anymore because you’re coming all over my cock and saying my name.”

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