Page 116 of Resisting the Temptation
It hits me, then. I can finally,finallykiss her neck and mark it the way I want to, now that we’ve blown her rule to smithereens.
I give her one last lingering kiss on her lips then kiss both of her cheeks, her nose, her chin, then trail wet,sloppy kisses down her jawline and neck. She gasps when my teeth scrape along her sensitive skin before I bite down and suck.
I pull off of her and admire the bloom of red which will turn purple soon. A mark not easily covered unless she wears a turtleneck.
A mark that says she’smine.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
I’m greedy. I want to mark every part of her pale skin not covered with ink. I don’t want anyone to doubt who she belongs to—especially her.
Emma keeps raising her hips, looking for friction she won’t get from the position we’re in, so I trail one hand down her sternum and over her plush belly before I cup her pussy and feel her practically dripping for me.
“Oh, honey. You need something in here, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“What do you need, hm? Tell me. Let me take care of you.”
“Need your cock, Daddy. Please!”
We both freeze and stare at each other. I can tell she didn’t mean to say that, and she’s freaking out.
I watch her throat bob with a swallow, and she shakes her head.
“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know why—”
“Say it again,” I growl.
I didn’t think I had a daddy kink. Age play isn’t my thing, and past partners always sounded whiny to me when they tried using the moniker.
But with Emma?
It feels like she’s giving up the last bit of herself she was holding back. It feels like she’s trusting me implicitly to take care of her and know what she needs.
“I need you to take care of me…Daddy.”
I capture her lips again as I thrust into her agonizingly slowly, swallowing her answering moan.
This isn’t going to be rough like our other times. No, this is slow, sweet. This isn’t a means to an end to find release. This is…
This is making love.
“That’s right, sweetheart. I’m your Daddy now.”Thrust.“You come to me when you need something.”Thrust.“I take care of you.”Thrust.
Her pussy clamps on me with every declaration, and the effect is dizzying.
“Yeah, you love it, don’t you? You love that you can trust me to take care of you.” Another slow thrust. “You love that you can let go with me, be your true self. Give me every part of you, Emma, even the ones you want to hide.”
Emma blinks up at me, her eyes glassy. Then her lip wobbles, and a tear runs down her cheek.
“I’m sorry.” She sniffles. “This so isn’t sexy.”
I stay seated inside her while I move down to my elbows so I can hover right over her face.
“Don’t apologize. Do you want to stop?”
Emma shakes her head adamantly. “No… I just… I’m feeling… alot.”
