Page 24 of Zale's Little Girl
Before she could protest, he again turned her into the spray. “I need to taste you, kitten. Shower time is over.”
He flipped off the water and grabbed a thick towel. Moving quickly, he rubbed the water from her skin with the thirsty material before wrapping her hair in the towel. She welcomed the cool air on her skin as she saw him grab another length of material from a nearby hook and roughly dry his hair and skin. As soon as he finished, Zale dropped the fabric to the floor in a move she recognized as completely out of character. He was finished wasting time.
“Zale!” she shrieked as he threw her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.
“Daddy,” he corrected as he strode quickly to the bedroom and leaned over to drop her from a short distance on to the bed. As she recovered from the world whirling around her, he slid between her legs and pulled her hips forward.
Completely turned on, her mind battled to decide whether to be embarrassed by his attention to her most private places or to abandon herself to the whirling thrills he incited inside her. She squeezed her eyes closed as he licked a trail down the cleft of her pussy. His tongue dipped into her folds intimately.
Daringly, she peeked and discovered Zale watching her as he tasted her. Their connection was so intimate. Pippa knew he was making sure that she was okay with his caresses. His gaze locked with her as he scooped up the slick juices that welled from her pussy. The erotic exchange made her crave him more.
“Please,” escaped from her mouth.
Zale lifted his mouth from her to answer. “Let’s see if I can help you come, kitten.” He swirled his tongue around her opening before brushing over her clit.
Sensations zinged through her. The heat built inside her to an inferno. She definitely didn’t feel anything like this when she touched herself. Tingles of sensations gathered between her thighs. Pippa grabbed the bedclothes underneath her and anchored herself. His lips closed around that small bundle of nerves and sucked lightly. When his tongue brushed delicately over it, a massive climax rocked her.
His caresses eased, but didn’t stop. When the sensations weakened, Zale pressed two fingers into her tight pussy, instantly pushing her to the edge. He scissored his fingers inside her channel, stretching her. At what she guessed was the widest point, Pippa felt a slight tinge of discomfort. That taste of pain boosted her arousal, surprising her. Zale seemed to know her body better than she did herself. This was heaven and hell combined. Through the whole process, Pippa knew he was preparing her for their joining. The thought of his thick cock sliding into her filled her mind.
What if she wasn’t any good? That doubt-filled question popped into her brain. Zale could have anyone. He wouldn’t want to stay with someone who sucked at making love. She stiffened self-consciously.
“Ouch!” burst from her lips as pain lanced through her. Her eyes flew open to glare at him. “You bit me.”
His finger smoothed over the spot on her inner thigh. “Stop thinking. I can’t wait to bury myself inside you. To thrust into this slick heat and have you wrapped around my cock.”
“But…”
“No buts, little girl,” he told her sternly as he rose from the floor to crawl over her on the bed. Caging her underneath him, Zale threaded a powerful arm under her lower back and slid her hips away from the edge toward the middle of the mattress. “Our lovemaking will be incredible. It already is incredible.”
She clung to his shoulders as he loomed over her. Having him close reassured her and pushed most of the worried thoughts from her head. The others were easy to dismiss as his hot skin pressed against her. Pippa could only concentrate on the effects his touch had on her. His hands smoothed over her skin, cupping and kneading her.
When she twisted underneath him with need, Zale grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it over his cock. The sight of his hands moving on his shaft was better than any erotic movie she’d ever seen.
He lowered his hips to hers. “Wrap your legs around me, kitten.”
Following his directions, Pippa moaned as his shaft rubbed against her. She wiggled until the contact centered directly over her clit. Damn, that felt good.
He shifted slightly and placed the tip of his erection at her opening. Zale pressed forward slowly, giving her time to adjust to his thickness. Watching his face, Pippa could see disciplineetched into his features as he controlled his movements. Emotions swelled inside her as she noted how he cared for her—putting her first and himself second. Her emotions overwhelmed her, and a single tear streamed down her cheek.
Instantly, he froze. Wiping the tear from her face, he whispered, “What’s wrong, Pippa? Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head. “I can’t believe I’m so lucky.”
“Lucky?” he echoed.
“I’d be kidnapped and terrified all over again, just so I get to meet you. I feel so much inside.”
“Kitten. I’m sorry everything happened to you. I wish I could go back and erase all that from your mind.”
“Overwrite it.”
“I don’t understand.”
“We can’t wipe those memories away, but we can record memories over them. Make me yours, Daddy.”
“Kitten, I’m already half there,” he teased.
“Can you hurry it up?”
