Page 38 of Arion
Her Daddy leaned over her and took her lips in a gentle kiss that turned into something far more in moments. Heated. Demanding. Desperate.
She wasn’t sure where to touch him, so she fisted the covers at her sides. Could she touch his shaft? Would he like that? She wasn’t brave enough to ask. Besides, all her brain cells were occupied between the intensity of the kiss and the way her nipples were beaded and rubbing against his chest.
When he broke free of her lips, he was on a mission, kissing her neck and down between her breasts until he locked on a nipple and suckled.
Jezebel arched her chest upward, moaning.
Arion didn’t linger long in any one spot. He switched to the other nipple before dragging his tongue down her belly. In seconds, he had her clit between his teeth, and he was flicking it rapidly with his tongue.
Jezebel screamed. The release was swift and unexpected. Her pussy pulsed against his mouth, silently begging for more.
“Daddy, please,” she called out as the waves subsided.
He lifted his face and watched her as he slid a finger into her.
It was tight but not as tight as earlier. As she lifted her hips, he added a second finger.
“You are so gorgeous, Little mate,” he murmured. “I’m going to make you mine in every way. It will be intense and shocking. You will not separate from me for any reason for several days. Neither of us will be able to tolerate breaking contact,” he warned her.
She hadn’t known this part, but she wasn’t surprised. She could already feel it growing. “Do it, Daddy. Make me yours.”
He growled as he added a third finger.
The stretch was tremendous, making her wince. She reached with her right hand to push at his wrist, trying to dislodge him.
He grabbed her smaller hand with his left, threaded their fingers together again, and forced the matching birthmarks to unite.
“Oh God…” Jezebel tipped her head back, arched her body, and moaned.
“Look at Daddy, Little mate. Eyes on me.”
She was panting. Desperation consumed her.
When she met his gaze, he removed his fingers and grabbed his erection. Was it bigger than before?
“Daddy…” Her lip quivered.
He lined himself up with her entrance and stroked the tip through her folds over and over, forcing her arousal to build to a crescendo yet again.
When he released his shaft, he left it lodged at her entrance. He took her other hand in his, threaded their fingers, and pressed it against the mattress alongside her head, matching their other arms.
He held her gaze, panting just like her. And then he thrust forward so hard she would have been shoved off the bed if he hadn’t been holding her steady.
She screamed at the invasion. It was too much. It burned and stretched. She couldn’t do this. It hurt. Why would anyone do this?
“Take a breath, Bella mine.” His voice was low and demanding.
She drew in a shaking breath, her eyes unwilling to focus. All she knew was the pressure.
“Relax your pussy, Little one. Don’t clench.”
She drew in a long breath, trying to obey him. The pain started to subside.
“That’s my good girl. Better?”
She gave a slight nod. She thought it was getting better. Maybe?
Arion eased out a few inches before pushing back in deeper. Was that even possible?
