She moaned and he kissed her harder, and it was everything she’d ever dreamed of. Then her arms wound around his neck; she needed him as near to her as possible. His kiss was full of passion and heat, and she kissed him back with everything she had in her.
He pulled back long enough to whisper, “Ky? Is this okay?”
“Yes. Yes, please, Rock. It’s so okay.”
“There is no coming back from this. You are mine, babygirl. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Brock.” She wanted to be his in every way.
He leaned in again, and this time his kiss was unrestrained, his lips and his tongue dancing on hers, tantalizing her, making her body heat all over.
His arm went around her waist and pulled her onto his lap, and she straddled him, sinking into his big body, her own starting to tingle everywhere at once, but especially in those secret, grown-up places. She hung on to him, needing him to anchor her as her body filled up with need. He was everything she’d ever needed, everything she’d never even known she wanted.
He stopped again with a groan and whispered in her ear, “God, I need you, Ky, so much I can hardly stand it. I have for a while. For too long.”
“Yes, please, Rock. I need you, too.” As she said the words, she knew how much she meant them. And that need and his brought out the Big in her, making her brave enough to ask for what she wanted. “Will you take me to the bedroom?”
He didn’t even pause before he stood with her in his arms and carried her to the big bed. He laid her down and kissed her as he undressed her: first her plaid shirt, then her boots and her socks. He stopped to kiss every spot that had a Band-Aid, being gentler than she might have expected from a man his size. He slid his hands over her arms, then down her sides before he reached the hem of her tank top and slid it up a little at a time. Suddenly she couldn’t be naked with him fast enough.
“Hurry, Rock. I need you.”
He grinned at her, his dark eyes dancing, then he slipped the shirt over her head and let out a breath.
“You’re so beautiful. Your skin…”
He bent his head and kissed her shoulder, then her collarbone. He kissed his way up her neck, and the tingles turned to fire as he drew his lips around the edge of her white bra.
“Your turn,” she said, pulling on his shirt so he’d know what she meant.
He yanked it over his head, and his body was even more beautiful than she remembered, maybe because she was seeing it up close, and knew what was about to happen. He was so full of muscle, with a six-pack that was more an eight-pack, and those huge, tattooed arms.
She reached out to run her hands over all that muscle and he felt so good. He smiled down at her, then placing one hand in the center of her chest, he gently pushed her back onto the bed so he could slide her shorts off. Then he leaned down and kissed her stomach, which made her pussy clench hard. Oh, she needed him! And when he undid the center clasp on her bra, baring her breasts to him, there was nothing Little about her at all. She was all woman, a woman who wanted her man. On top of her, inside her.
He traced the curve of one breast with his fingertips, making her nipple hard. Then he lowered his mouth, teased the tip with his tongue, making her arch up toward him. With a low moan, he took her nipple into his mouth, licking it, sucking on it, until she thought she might actually die of pleasure before he moved to the other side. The sensation started again as he sucked, then nipped a little, making her squeak, but she took his head in her hands and pressed his face closer so he’d know she liked it.
The harder he sucked, the wetter she got and the more she needed to feel his body close to hers.
“Rock, come on,” she pleaded.
He let out a growl as he straightened up to kick off his boots, then his jeans, and while she watched him, biting her lower lip, he slid his boxers down and she saw his cock for the first time.
“Oh, it’s beautiful,” she murmured, reaching for him.
He stepped closer to the edge of the bed, and she sat up so she could take him in her hand. He filled up her entire palm and she couldn’t even get her fingers around it. His cock was so hard and thick, and she began to stroke it as she kissed his chest, tasting his skin. She inhaled the familiar scent of him, but she still needed more. Looking up at him, their gazes locked, and it was as if he knew exactly what she was asking for.
He laid her back down on the bed and slipped her white panties off, then he kissed his way down her body, making her squirm. He got to that special place between her thighs, spread them open with his hands, then she felt his warm breath on her pussy. The anticipation was killing her, her pussy was already so wet and needy. When he bent and brushed his lips across her clitoris, she let out a long sigh of pleasure. And when he did the same with his wet tongue, her belly tightened, and she gasped.
“Oh, that feels so good.”
He licked her, one long stroke with his tongue, and she thought she could come just from that. He did it again, then again, and before she knew it she was squirming, desire like a flame moving through her body.
“Oh, oh!”
“I want you to come for me, Ky. Come for Daddy.”
Daddy.
Yes.