5
Aria
He takes it all in, pride and savage hunger stamped on his face as he licks his bottom lip.
“That’s it, angel. Show off that perfect body to Daddy.”
I don’t why the word “Daddy” triggers such an intense response within me, but each time it falls from Matt’s lips, it sends floods of emotional and physical reactions charging through me.
I’m not entirely sure I want to examine why, now or in the future, but its effect is undeniable.
An effect he witnesses, his eyes turning more untamed, more consuming as he reaches out to pull down the sheets before nudging me firmly back onto the bed.
“Arms up, legs spread,” he orders me, his voice hoarse to the point of incoherent.
My heart hammers as I drag my arms above my head and part my thighs. My face is burning but I do nothing to hide my feminine core from his avid gaze.
I’m splayed out like a sacrifice for this man whose last name I still don’t even know.
I open my mouth to ask…just as he releases his belt and lowers his zipper. The question flies out of my head as my eyes lock on the treasure he’s uncovering.
I’m not innocent enough not to know what a man’s junk looks like, but this is my first real life visual of one…and I can’t breathe as I await the—
Oh. My. God.
I realize I’ve muttered the words out loud when a strained smile creases his face. “Easy, little girl. I’ve never come from having my cock checked out before, but if you keep looking at me like that I’m going to fucking blow before I get anywhere near that juicy cherry.”
I’m blushing crimson from his words and from being so gauche.
But his dick is even bigger than I thought, a thick baton straining toward his navel. I barely look away from it to see him step out of his boxers before he prowls onto the bed, his eyes fixated on me.
“Christ, there are so many things I need to do to you.” He stops next to me, his knees planted a touch apart so his shaft and balls are hanging heavy and low.
He’s completely unself-conscious about his nude body, and why should he be?
His musculature is staggering, his washboard stomach, sleek muscles and powerful thighs carved from marble.
I’m dying to reach out and touch, to explore the silky hair trailing from his chest to his groin.
My fingers twitch.
“Ah ah,” he discourages hoarsely. “You’ll get to explore later. Right now, I need to get to know my little treasure.” He glides his hands up the side of my ribcage and in between my tits. He sucks in a breath when my skin quivers beneath his touch. “Jesus.”
He strokes his shaft as he fondles my breast and toys with my nipple. With a groan he leans down and catches the peak in his mouth, sucking long and hard before he straightens again.
The tip of his dick is deep purple and leaking clear liquid.
I wonder what it would taste like.
I’m dying to know. He follows my gaze and his nostrils flare wide.
“You want a taste, angel?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
He shuts his eyes and squeezes the base of his cock for several seconds, his jaw clenched tight. Then with a resolute nod, he prowls closer to my head.
The hand not holding his shaft cradles the back of my head and he lifts me toward the formidable rod.