“A reward?”
“A reward.” I pulled her against me, and tweaked the stiff peak of her breast through the thin material of her top. She groaned and pushed into my touch.
“Mmmm yes.”
My dick was hard as fuck, but I wanted to make her beg for my cock. “You want more, Luna.” I lifted her in the water until her pussy was right over my rigid length. “You want Daddy’s cock?”
Her breath hitched and her nails dug into the muscles on my shoulders as she held onto me tightly. “Yes.” Her hips writhed against mine, “Please, Daddy. I ache.”
I was lost. This woman and her barely legal pussy owned me. She was my undoing. Every bit of control I thought I had was being tested. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast, fill her with my cum, and breed her so everyone knew she belonged to me.
Carefully, I carried her up the pool steps and into the house. The cool air inside made goosebumps chase across our skin. I carried her into the downstairs master bedroom where I’d put my things after I arrived yesterday.
“We’re going to wash the pool water off our bodies, so I can taste you. All of you.” My voice was husky and thick with need. I couldn’t wait to have my mouth on her body, to worship her, and possess all of her.
ChapterSix
LUNA
My body feltlike it was burning from the inside out. I’ve never felt anything like it before. His arms around me felt safe, like nothing could touch me or go wrong. It was the same feeling I had when he saved me the day before. I wanted to burrow into him and never let go.
In school, I dated a few boys, even kissed them, but they never made me feel like Daddy did. God, just calling him by that name made my pussy clench with need. Was it wrong that I wanted him to be my “daddy”? What was wrong with me to want that and need it? I never knew that it was something I would want or need, but Oliver just knew. I don’t know how he saw it, but he did.
“Let me help you, Baby.” The low timber of his voice soothed and excited me. His calling me baby had nothing to do with having seven older siblings. It wasn’t meant as a brush off or a comparison. When he said it, it was an endearment that melted me to my core.
His fingers slid across my skin as he set me down in front of the huge master shower. I’d wanted to take a shower here so many times, but that’s one thing I never afforded myself the freedom to do. I’d already abused my position as the maid enough by using their pool, but the shower was just too personal.
Daddy was on his knees in front of me, and the sight of him made my knees weak. He placed a kiss on my belly, flicking my belly button ring with his tongue. I had to grab onto his shoulders to keep from falling because I imagined him doing that a bit lower.
Girls at school always talked about boys going down on them, but I couldn’t imagine ever letting one of them put their face between my legs. With Daddy, I craved it. I wanted him to kiss me where it hurt so good. The ache I felt for him was beyond anything I could have imagined. I’d never felt this insane need for someone.
His hands gently swept down my legs as he pulled my swimsuit down. My heart was pounding in my ears and I felt dizzy and light-headed with the new sensations I was feeling. I was burning in places that have never burned before, not like this.
“God,” he groaned as he took a deep breath, the whisp of air drifting across my bare, wet, hot flesh. Oliver rested his head against my lower stomach, and I spread my fingers through his hair as he breathed in my scent. “Are you a virgin, Little Sprite?”
He kissed the top of my shaved mound and my body pulsed with desire.
“Yes, Daddy.” I said playing into our shared need. “The boys at school were childish. I needed something more. Someone more.”
He groaned and got to his feet, pushing his trunks down and letting the wet fabric hit the floor. “You saved yourself for Daddy to take his place between your thighs.”
“Yes.”
He kissed me hard and I moaned against his lips.
I felt his hands reach around me and rid me of the rest of my bikini. His fingers molded my breasts and tweaked the hardened peaks, causing a hard tug of need between my legs and in my lower belly. His hand slipped down to the upper curve of my ass. His fingers bit into the flesh pulling me closer and firmly against the rigid length of his cock.
He broke off the kiss, “If we don’t stop here, I’m going to fuck you before I taste you, and I need to taste you baby. I need to feel your body come apart on my tongue.”
I closed my eyes and rolled my neck as I shivered from the picture he painted in my mind. He stepped away long enough to turn on the shower and adjust the settings.
Steam filled the bathroom and Oliver took my hand pulling me into the giant marble shower complete with a large rain showerhead big enough for two. He pulled me flush against his body and kissed me under the falling water. His length pressed against my belly as he drowned me in is passionate kiss.
My breasts rose and fell against his chest as I tried to catch my breath, but he didn’t let me steady my breathing. He kept rolling me from one wave of pleasure to the next when his hand wedged between us and he ground my nipple into his palm causing my body to shudder with desire and my pussy to flood with need. I needed him in a way I didn’t fully understand. My innocence was shattering under my Daddy’s touch. The illicit title of “daddy” made my need all the greater.
I wanted him to take care of me, but even more, I wanted to take care of him. I wanted him to need me as much as I needed and craved him. I pushed against his chest trying to wiggle out of his embrace. When he let me, I fell to my knees in front of him. He groaned and I looked up at him, water falling around us, and running in rivets down his body and on his thick length.
“Sprite.” He says pushing my hair back from my face, “You don’t have to.”