Page 14 of Her Mountain Christmas
Ella shifts again, her hand moving lower, brushing against the waistband of my jeans. I’m so close to breaking, to giving in to the need to take, to claim, to possess. To make her my sweet girl, to be her Daddy, her protector, her everything.
Ella’s fingers dance across my stomach again, brushing the waistband of my jeans with a light touch. She’s teasing, winding me up, and I think she’s doing it on purpose. Just like I’malmost a hundred percent sure she flashed her panties at me deliberately yesterday.
Her breath hitches as I move my hand higher on her thigh. Christ, she’s so warm, so soft, so small. I’m about to burst out of my skin in an effort to contain the wild lust pounding through my system.
I shift my hand, moving my fingers towards her inner thigh. Her breath catches, and she squirms slightly, letting out a breathy little moan. She’s so responsive, so eager. Fucking hell, but I want her. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
I turn my head to find her looking up at me, her eyes bright. Her cheeks are pink, her breathing erratic, and she looks just as hungry as I feel. “Tell me what you’re thinking right now,” she says, her voice barely a whisper.
I can’t hold back anymore. Not with her looking at me like that. “I’m thinking about how much I want to kiss you,” I admit, my voice rough.
She whimpers, nods, her lips parting as she breathes out a breathy “please.”
My restraint shatters. I lean in, claiming her pretty mouth. I kiss her slow and hungry, my tongue teasing her lips until she opens for me, letting me in. She tastes sweet as her tongue touches mine almost shyly. I explore her mouth, my hands roaming over her body, pulling her tight against me.
Her lips are soft and yielding against mine, her body melting into me as I deepen the kiss. It’s the best kiss of my life, with a heady mix of sweetness and filthy lust. Her hands clutch at my shirt, pulling me closer, and I groan into her mouth, my balls aching something fierce.
She tastes like everything I never knew I needed.
I explore her mouth, my tongue sliding against hers, and she responds with a soft moan that makes my cock weep. I can’t remember the last time I was this hard. She writhes against me,whimpering sweetly as I fuck her mouth with my tongue. I feel drunk on her—her sounds, her small body pressed against me, her glorious mouth.
I slide my hands down her back and to her thighs, gripping the back of them as I haul her into my lap. I’m so much bigger than her that she has to spread her legs wide to straddle me, and I cup her ass and pull her closer. She gasps into my mouth, her hips grinding, and I can feel the heat of her through our clothes. Fuck, I want her naked in my bed. I want her begging for me as I bury myself inside her.
It’s a single kiss, but I know I’m already lost to her. I’m hers, completely and utterly, and there’s no going back. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before—this overwhelming need to protect and possess, to claim and cherish.
Ella grinds against my cock, her heat driving me wild. I kiss her neck, nipping at the soft skin as I growl, “You feel what you do to me, sweetheart? That’s all for you.”
She grinds against me again, letting out a giggle that dissolves into a moan when I tug on her earlobe with my teeth. God, everything about her is so fucking delicious.
“From the first moment I laid eyes on you, I’ve wanted you, Ella.”
“Jack,” she says shakily. “I know it’s crazy, and I don’t really understand…but yes. I’m yours. Oh god, that feels so good to say out loud.”
“Mine,” I growl, griding the ridge of cock against her. My heart feels too big for my body, like it’s about to pound right out of my chest.
She moans, grinding harder, her arms wrapping around my neck, clinging to me like she’s drowning. “Jack, I need to tell you something,” she whispers, her breath hot against my ear.
I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, my hands cupping her face. “You can tell me anything, sweetheart.” And Imean it. There’s nothing she could say that would make me not want her.
Her cheeks go even pinker, her gaze dropping before she meets my eyes again. “I’m…I mean I’ve never…” She sighs and rolls her eyes at herself. “I’m a virgin. I’ve never done more than kiss someone. I’m completely inexperienced.” She says it all in a rush, like she’s ripping off a verbal Band-Aid.
A hunger unlike anything I’ve ever felt rips through me. The thought of being her first, her only, has my cock throbbing painfully. I capture her mouth in a hot, deep kiss, our tongues tangling, her breathy moans driving me insane.
She pulls back, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed with lust. “I want to do everything with you, Jack. I’m just… I’ve read a lot of books but I don’t know what I’m doing.”
I nip at her lips, my hands sliding down to grip her hips, grinding her against me. I decide to test the waters, to see if she shares my kink like I suspect she does. “Don’t worry. Daddy will take care of you, sweetheart.”
Her moan is deep and guttural, her eyes fluttering closed as she grinds against me. “Daddy?” She blinks up at me, her lips parted, her breath coming in quick gasps. “Oh god, just saying it makes me wet. Why is that so hot?”
I kiss her again, harder this time, my tongue fucking her mouth the way I want to fuck her tight little pussy. Between kisses, I start to explain, my hands roaming over her body, teasing her. “It’s a Daddy kink, sweetheart. It’s about me taking care of you, showing you what feels good, protecting you, and giving you pleasure. It’s about you trusting me, letting go, and being my sweet, good girl.” I trail kisses down her neck. “And just so we’re clear, if you say stop, everything stops. You’re in complete control here, Ella.”
She shakes her head vehemently. “I don’t want to stop. Please, don’t stop. I’ve been wet and aching since you rescuedme, and I need you.” She pulls back, her eyes sparkling with a playful mischief. “Please, Daddy. Make me yours.”
I crush my mouth to hers again, kissing her hard and deep, my tongue claiming every inch of her sweet little mouth. She whimpers, her fingers tunneling into my hair as I trail kisses down her neck.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty, sweetheart. So sweet. Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you, make you feel so fucking good.”
Her breath hitches as I slide my hand under the flannel shirt she’s wearing, my fingers tracing over her bare skin. She’s so soft, so warm, and I can’t get enough. I find her nipple, already hard, and roll it between my fingers, pinching just enough to make her gasp.
