Page 25 of His to Cherish
I feel half out of my mind already and I still have my pants on. Who knew my best friend had such a magic mouth?
No sooner has the thought crossed my mind is he moving down my body, pressing hot wet kisses across my ribs and belly as he goes. He gets to the waist band of my leggings and gives a rough tug.
“Do you have any fucking idea how these leggings affect me?” he asks, peeling the fabric down my waist. “Every time you go prancing around the house in them, your round little ass on display—it makes me fucking crazy, Lilly. I’ve had to hide in the bathroom so many times to get myself off just to have some peace.”
The idea of him doing that with me in the next room, totally unaware, sends a shiver through me. I want to tell him how much that turns me on but he has my leggings off now, tossing them aside, and his mouth immediately covers my panty-covered center.
“God I can feel how wet you are through your panties, baby,” he groans. “You’re soaked, dirty girl.” I gasp as he pulls the fabric away and down my legs, exposing me to him. “Fuck, Lilly.” He almost sounds angry. “You have the prettiest damn pussy I’ve ever seen in my life.”
It’s yours,I want to say.All of me is yours.But he doesn’t give me time, his tongue swiping out to lap at my folds, and I cry out.
“That’s a good girl,” he says. “Let me hear it.”
I don’t really have a choice. If I thought Ollie’s mouth was magic on my breasts, it’s nothing compared to how he’s makingmy pussy feel. When he wraps his lips around my clit, I come in an instant, my hoarse cry filling the room.
“Good girl.” His voice is harsh. “Again.”
I tug at his hair. “I don’t think I can?—”
“You will.” Then his mouth is on me again and there’s nothing I can do but give in to the feeling. He laps at me like a starving man, like he can’t get enough, the grunts and groans erupting from him turning me on almost as much as his tongue. Then his fingers join the party, two of them thrusting into me, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to lose my damn mind.
He makes me come on his fingers and his mouth twice more. I’m gasping and panting by the time he slides up my body, completely limp and half-unconscious.
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he growls, nipping at the skin below my neck. He pulls back and looks down at me, his expression softening slightly. “You called me Daddy.”
“I did?” I manage to get out around my panting. I have no memory of using that word. Oliver grins.
“You did. You said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like you’ve been calling me that forever.”
I smile. “You made me feel so good. Thank you, Daddy.”
His eyes darken with desire. “You’re very welcome babygirl. I’ll always do that for you.”
I squirm under him, remembering that he had liked that before. “What can I do to make you feel good?”
“You can lay right there and take my cock like a good girl.”
I can’t believe this is happening,I think as I watch Ollie stand next to my bed, pulling off his shirt. God, his body is amazing, so firm and broad, with the perfect amount of hair scattered across his chest. I realize in that moment that all of the other men I’ve been with have been boys. Oliver is all man.
His jeans come off next and I gulp at the size of him. I’d had to stretch my lips so wide around him last night. Yet I’d thrilledat his size and dominance as he forced me to take it. I shudder at the knowledge he’ll be doing the same thing between my thighs in just a moment.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks, and I force my attention away from his cock to nod. “I’ve been tested recently,” he continues. “And I always use condoms.”
“Me too,” I whisper, mouth suddenly dry.
Something savage crosses his expression. “Then I want you bare.” His long fingers come up to circle his cock and he gives a lazy jerk. I whimper at the sight. “Is that what you want?”
I nod eagerly. I don’t want anything between us.
“Thank fuck,” he says as he joins me on the bed, situating himself between my thighs. Again, he wraps a hand around his thick cock. “You want this cock, baby? You want it inside you?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He grunts, positioning his tip at my opening. “Use all your words and ask me for what you want.”
I take a deep breath, willing myself to fall into the role. Bedroom games, he’d called it. God, it feels like so much more than that. It feels like an essential part of him and of me, and the us we’re discovering together. This is who we are—dirty, maybe even a little twisted, but so perfectly in synch. It’s only because we trust each other the way we do that I feel comfortable enough to give him what we both need.
“I want my Daddy to put his big cock inside me.”
