Chapter Thirteen
Shelby bit her lip and nodded. She wanted him more than she ever wanted anything in her life. She wanted to belong to him and give herself over to him in every way.
“Yes … daddy. Please take my cherry.”
She gasped when he growled and stood suddenly with her legs wrapped around him. One of his hands slid under her ass to hold her against the hard edge that she guessed was his penis. She just hoped it wasn’t as big as it felt through his pants.
“You have no fucking idea what that does to me,” he said.
In the bedroom, Warrick laid her in the middle of the mattress. “You tell me if this hurts your shoulder in any way.”
She had forgotten about it altogether and shook her head. “I can’t feel it.”
“At any time you feel pain or get scared, you tell me immediately.”
“I will.” She nodded.
He started to slide her nightgown up, and she looked toward the sunlight coming in through the window. “Can’t we shut the curtains?”
He laughed. “No. I need to see every part of you.”
“But—”
“I need you to know that you are giving yourself to me right now. You’re giving me your body to do what I want to it, any time I want it.”
That should have probably scared her. She already trusted him with everything on the most basic level, but there was a part of her that was still uncertain. “Wha … what does that mean?”
“If I want to drape you over the back of the sofa or my desk at work and fuck you until you can’t walk, you’ll just say, okay, daddy. Can you see yourself doing that?”
Heck, she could feel a gush of her cream slide from her pussy, wetting her already drenched panties. She nodded. “Yes, daddy. I’d like that very much.”
“You’re so fucking perfect for me.”
She just hoped it would stay that way forever. Her nightgown was pulled off her and thrown to the side. Then he ripped her panties from her hips, making her gasp at the abrupt move.
“Never again do I want to see you in panties.”
Her eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yes.” His gaze swept over her, and she loved to see the aroused flush on his face get darker.
“You’re so fucking perfect, baby. God, I’m never going to be able to keep my hands off of you.”
“I hope you never stop.” She watched as he pulled something out of the nightstand drawer and set it off to the side so she couldn’t see it.
He reached over his shoulder and pulled his t-shirt off, then dropped it. He toed off his shoes and socks before his fingers went to his zipper. Her gaze followed every move he made, and it just made her want him more.
“Please…”
He chuckled. “I haven’t even started.”
She was disappointed when he kept his boxers on when he lay down beside her. She reached to touch his cock, but he grabbed her hand.
“Oh, no, you don’t. I’m too fucking stoked. If you touch me, I won’t last a second. You can touch me later.”
“Will you go without undies, too?”
He snorted. “I’ll do what I want because I’m the daddy.”