Page 98 of Coiled Tight
I chortled. “I wouldn’t have gone with it.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, Daddy.” My jaw clenched. The effect had to be diluted by all the tears and snot, and whatever else, but I didn’t care. “I love you.”
He didn’t have the right to question it when I was hurting all over and begging for his cock and crying because he had managed to unlock things no one else had before him, and I was drowning in the realization that I was way deeper than I’d ever thought could be possible. Or healthy.
There was probably some unhealthiness to this.
I’d worry about it later.
Now I justneededhim, and he wasn’t getting the memo.
Was he?
“Easy, darling.” Neither did he have the right to sound so smooth and calm and reasonable with a dash of loving, while I was barely keeping it together. Or to feel so soft when he leaned forward and kissed the skin over my cheekbone. “There are condoms and lube in the top drawer to your left. You take what you need, okay?”
That sounded more like it. Yet I let out a mewl, dropping my forehead against his shoulder. No idea what was happening with my energy levels.
“You do it,” I harrumphed.
Did it sound petty? Most definitely.
The longer I stayed here, though, the more jelly-like my legs felt, and he was the one who had promised to fuck me anyway, so why did I have to do all the work?
I didn’t care that it wasn’t rational. I just wanted to melt into him and drown in the physical sensations again.
Daddy made a humming sound. I couldn’t tell exactly what it meant, but he held me closer, and he leaned forward, so it had to be a good thing. Right?
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, darlin’.”
Hmm.
I could get used to all the praise. It was like Daddy never got tired or out of things to say. I could never consider being a D-type to someone. I’d implode before I could get half of the required praise out of my mouth.
How did they manage not to make it sound cringe?
It was a mystery.
“Daddy,” I breathed out as his cock lined up against my hole. A hint of a hiss wanted to come out when it grazed the abused skin, but I held it in. The warmth of his chest was more than enough of a distraction. “Teasing is not nice.”
Daddy snorted. It was… Yeah, I liked that I amused him, but it wasn’t fair, was it? I was being serious. Just because my voice went smaller and I was struggling to actually use my limbs didn’t mean I wasn’t serious.
“Is it teasing when I’m trying to slather you in lube, darlin’?”
Oh.
I pursed my lips. No way I was going to admit anything, but… Yeah. Lube was nice. I couldn’t fight that point and risk the consequences.
My breath hitched. Now that I knew what to look for, I noticed the gooey texture on the tip of his covered cock as he spread it around my hole.
“Faster, Daddy.”
No, I didn’t have anywhere to be, and I wasn’t in a hurry. There was no charge to the air that was making me beg for an impending release. I just wanted more of him to hold me together.
Not much to ask for, was it?
“Easy.”
