Page 20 of Healed By Doc
“Kiss me, Daddy,” she demands.
So I do.
With a growl, I dip my fingers into her hair and slide my mouth over her sweet lips, drowning in the taste and scent thatis uniquely hers. I back her to the counter and pour everything into the kiss. All the need I’ve been carrying for a week comes flooding out in waves as the invisible restraints we’d clung to fall away. There was always a barrier between us, a shadow of sorts, slipping between us every time we touched. Now, finally, there is nothing between us. Nothing outside this moment matters. We’re two souls coming together as one.
“Mine,” I growl, suddenly overwhelmed by the need to claim her. I let go of her hair and lean down to grab the back of her knees before lifting her into my arms. Cara wraps her legs around me, whimpering into the kiss as I carry her toward her bed. “I’m not stopping until I’m balls deep inside of you and you’re full of my cum, baby.”
“Yes,” she pants, her eyes flashing with heat when she pushes back to look at me. “I don’t want you to stop…or leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Not now, not today…not ever.
I set her on her feet and strip her naked before I lower her onto the bed, then hurry to remove my own clothes. Her eyes watch me with both excitement and nerves as I tear open my shirt before shrugging it to the floor then moving to my pants. There is a sense of urgency to get them off that I haven’t felt since I was a teen driven by hormones. My past lovers, however few as they were, had commented on my control and finesse when it came to making love to a woman, but now, all of that has fled.
My blood is roaring in my head and dick straining painfully in my boxer briefs.
I’ve never needed a person the way I need her. Never wanted one enough to feel like I’m going to die without touchingher, and Christ, I need to get a hold of myself. I can’t touch her when I’m feeling this way.
I need a minute. A week wouldn’t be enough, it feels like.
“You’re doing it again,” she accuses, and when I look up, it’s to find her watching me curiously.
“What do you mean?”
“Fighting yourself,” she says, biting into her lower lip, and I see the contemplative look in her eyes before she parts her thighs to expose her pussy, naked and wet, glistening with arousal, and it’s a wonder that I don’t explode. “I misinterpreted it for rejection the first time I watched you pull away, but I see now that you were fighting for control.”
“I told you that I don’t trust myself around you,” I choke out, my eyes locked on the spot between her thighs, body trembling with barely restrained power. “Fuck, baby, you are killing me.”
“And I told you that I could take you,” she says, the red tinge on her cheeks betraying her shyness, but there is also determination and pleasure in her eyes at how I am reacting to her boldness. “I don’t want you to hold back. I want all of you, Daddy. Everything.”
I tear off the rest of my clothes and catch the quick glint of appreciation in her eyes as I climb over her on the bed. “I’ll give you everything,” I growl, drinking in her naked body. I push her legs apart and lower my aching cock between her thighs, rolling my hips until she’s whimpering and arching into my touch.
There is no other woman who has ever made me this desperate for them. And simply from looking at me. From offering me her naked body.
She’s the exception. The first and last.
“Everything,” she echoes before my mouth slams down on hers in a feverish kiss. She opens up for me with a moan, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and kissing me back with just as much desperation. My hand reaches between us and fondles her tits, swallowing her whimpered cry as I pinch a pebbled nipple between my knuckles.
We’re both panting when we break from the kiss. “You have no idea the things you do to me,” I rasp, kissing her jaw and leaning up to nip her earlobe. “I’m going to fuck you hard, so fucking hard everyone here will know someone’s riding that tight little pussy. Then once you are limp and sated, I’ll do it all over again until I am all you can feel inside of you.” Her sharp intake of air only serves to excite me. “And you’ll take me, all of me. Milk every drop of my seed and love every fucking second of it.”
“Oh, Daddy!” she moans, dipping her fingers into my hair when I rock my cock against her pussy.
I promised her everything. No, I’m not planning on holding back anymore. I don’t imagine I could even if I wanted to. Not with how desperately I need to be inside of her, but I’ll be damned if I turn into a sex-crazed maniac. She’ll need me inside her just as desperately as I want it by the time I fuck her.
Her breaths are racing as I kiss a path down her body, my hungry mouth seeking before closing around a beaded nipple with a low groan. She cries out, arching into my touch as I roll my tongue around the peaked bud, getting drunk off the taste of her and the way she throws her head back as she surrenders to my touch.
“You are mine!” I hiss, closing my teeth lightly over her nipple and watching with satisfaction as her back arches off the bed. “You belong to me, Cara.”
“Yours,” she sobs, writhing helplessly under me. “Yours, Daddy, only you!”
Goddamn right!
I push back to lick the spot between her tits, moving lower and feeling her stomach spasm under my lips. Her thighs are trembling by the time I settle between them, her folds slick with arousal. I allow myself a moment to take her in, leaning down and brushing my mouth against her inner thigh and inhaling her sweet scent. If it wasn’t for the harsh throbbing of my cock, I could see myself spending a long time here, worshipping her until she is sobbing for release. “So fucking gorgeous,” I breathe against her skin, sliding my hand to the back of her thigh and holding her still as I lean in to kiss her sex, groaning as she opens up for me like a rose in full bloom. “Stay still now. Daddy’s going to take care of you.”
Her gasp of surprise tears through the air when I slide my tongue over the wet valley of her pussy, groaning as her sweet flavor floods my tongue. I lick her clit fervently, groaning as I feel the bud swell. I am a man possessed, lapping and stroking her sex like it’s the air I need to breathe, set on taking more, taking everything!
“Daddy!” she cries out, her hips lifting off the bed to meet my mouth, but I hold her in place, tasting her and letting her arousal coat my chin and jaw, committing the taste that is uniquely her to my memory and filing it away as one of my favorites.
