Page 67 of Bonded By Christmas
Her inner walls flutter, and her need pulses in the bond.
“Getting close to coming all over my hand?” I ask, even though I can tell from our link that she is. It’s a gift being able to tell what she likes and what doesn’t work to get her there.
“Yes! More,” Lacey begs, nodding frantically. She grinds over my knot and balls, giving my cock the friction it’s desperate for. Shit. If I’m not careful, I’ll bust without ever being inside her. “Grim, please!”
“Anything for you, little one.” I pick up my pace, stretching and twisting my fingers as my palm teases her clit. “How do you feel about calling me Daddy?”
She whines, her head falling back against my shoulder as her pussy locks down on my fingers.
Pinching and tugging her nipple, I get close to her ear, blowing hot breath down her throat. “Gush all over me, beautiful girl. Mark me as yours.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Lacey thrashes, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a puddle to clean up around the tub. She once again tries to bend in half, but I pull her up again. Her body shakes, and she gets so loud that I end up smiling.
She’s very good for my self-confidence, but I know as soon as her orgasm starts to subside that I’m in trouble. The only thingspilling through the bond is her determination to climb onto my cock.
I manage to get us reasonably dry, at least our bodies. Our hair is another story, but Lacey is determined.
She’s pure fucking trouble as she grabs my hand, glancing at me over her shoulder. “Come on, Daddy. My turn to pamper you.”
I’m so fucked.
We make it into the pack bedroom, and she spins around, guiding me to back up to the bed. Her hands land on my stomach, and she gives me a shove.
Damn, she’s strong for such a little thing.
My knees hit the edge, and I fall against the mattress.
Her tits bounce as she follows me down, kneeling over me. Those hazel eyes of hers that I love so much are hazy, and her pupils are blown.
“Shit,” I murmur, pulling a hand to cradle her skull.
“I like you so much,” she whispers, brushing her nose against mine. “In my entire life, I’ve never felt as safe as I do when I’m with you.”
Yeah.
I’m so incredibly fucked.
I’d slaughter anyone who looked at her the wrong way, and it’s probably not healthy to admit the levels I would stoop to if someone hurt her.
By the time I stop fantasizing about murdering anyone who glances in her direction, she’s slid down the bed. Using my forearms, I push my top half up until I can see what she’s up to.
I have to fight the urge to cover my dick. No one wants to be looked at as a freak, but I’m proportional.
My feet are size fifteen. I’m closer to seven feet tall than six… Of course my cock was going to be big. That’s not even me being conceited. If I could have chosen, I would have gone a little more reasonably sized.
Her hands rest on my hips, and her eyes are huge, but strangely, the look on her face is hungry. There’s a good possibility that I can only decipher that expression because I’m picking up her desire in the bond.
Lacey doesn’t seem intimidated. She wraps a hand around my shaft, guiding my tip to her lips.
“You really don’t have to do that.” I groan, my head falling back at the feeling of her tongue circling my crown.
She moans and sends some emotion through the bond that I can’t pick out. It almost feels like her enthusiasm at sucking me off.
She continues applying the perfect amount of suction to my tip.
“Damn, sweetheart.” I bring a hand to her hair, petting her like a total lovestruck weirdo.
She licks lines up and down my length before switching back to circling the head. Her fist wraps around my knot, squeezing tight. It feels incredible. It gets harder to focus as she works even deeper down my shaft, cupping the bottom with her naughty little tongue.
