Page 9 of Meow

Her hand trails down my chest, hesitating at my belt. "Can I?"

Jesus fucking Christ and the whole goddamn trinity. I nod, unable to form words as her small hand presses against my length through my trousers. Her eyes widen.

"That's...a lot," she whispers, and there's a note in her voice I can't place.

"Too much?" I ask, stilling her hand with mine. The thought of scaring her with my size makes my stomach twist.

She shakes her head fiercely. "No. Just...wow."

Pride surges through me as I capture her mouth again, kissing her until we're both breathless. My hand resumes its journey up her thigh, reaching the edge of her panties. I trace the elastic with one finger, feeling her tremble.

"Tell me to stop," I murmur against her lips. "Tell me, and I will."

Her answer is to press herself closer, her hips rocking against my hand. "Don't stop."

Her perfume and arousal engulf me. That cotton candy sweetness, only now it’s like a damn sugar storm. My knuckles whiten around her wrist as I press her against the shelves, metal racks filled with the most banal of office supplies threatening to bury us in a tidal wave of paper and manila file folders.

I slip my finger beneath the fabric, finding her slick and ready for me. "Fuck, kitten. You're soaked." Hooking a finger under her thong, I drag it aside, my knuckles grazing the damp curls there before squeezing her clit between them sharply. She buckles, fingers tangling in my hair. "Warm and wet and wanting," I taunt against her skin. "For me."

She whimpers, burying her face against my neck as I explore her slowly, reverently. I circle her clit with my thumb now, watching her face as the things I’m doing change her expression in ways I want to watch for the rest of my life.

"That's it," I encourage as her breathing speeds up. "You’re teaching me. Tell me how it feels right here when I do…this."

I grind her clit against the bone behind in rapid, circular motions, softer, then harder, back and forth, as it moves under my fingertips, so tiny, so perfect.

"Tell me what you want," I snap when she stays silent—too clever by half. Her tongue flicks along my jawline, tasting salt from the sweat she’s causing to explode over my skin. "Or I’ll take it." My free hand tangles in that soft pink hair of hers, pulling her lips to mine roughly. She kisses like fire and ice, too passionate for her youth, teeth grazing my lower lip until I groan against her mouth.

"Fuck, it all feels good. I didn’t know it could feel so good," she whispers, nails raking on the sides of my neck.

There.

The vulnerability cracks through the defiance—her breath hitching as I push her skirt higher, thighs pressing between hers. My pants tighten painfully where her sex brushes fabric. Christ, she’s warm and welcoming, her body fucking begging for me.

Her legs tremble, knees parting instinctively.

"Steady," I bark, gripping her hips to steady myself.

The rough texture of my fingertips seems like an intrusion into her softness, but what I’m doing is melting her in front of my eyes. I keep up the pace, battling the urge to drop to my knees and devour her, but afraid if I get a taste, the little control I have will be lost.

I explore lower, that soaking entrance drenching my fingers as she shivers at the pressure.

“So little.” I grind my teeth together as her fingers tighten at my neck.

I memorize every texture and nuance of her as my fingertips tease those silky swollen lips, making her arch into me.

"Don’t—I don’t know--"

Her protest dies when I grind the base of my palm against her heat, wiggling my thumb until it finds that little, greedy bump again. When I touch her there, her moans increase in pitch. I love all her sounds. The more, the better. I focus right there, watching her writhe back against the wall.

"Say it," I demand, stalling my explorations, watching her unravel under my touch. "Tell me how good you need to be for Daddy."

"Just your fingers… please—"

"Not enough." My voice cracks—I’m sweating now, the air thick with body heat and her arousal. "Say my name," I grit out, spinning her clit under the pad of my thumb. A raw cry tears from her throat.

“Daddy.”

Yes, there it is.

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