“Maybe you’re a virgin who doesn’t know when she’s playing with fire.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be a virgin any longer, did you think about that?”
I catch her wrists and stretch her arms up over her head, pinning her to the bed. “It’s all I can think about right now, I promise you.”
“Please…”
Her soft voice is a siren song.
Begging me.
Breaking me.
I crush her under my weight. If we were naked, I’d been deep inside her, bare without a single thought for protection.
She gasps, her cotton-clad limbs wrapping around me as I wedge my hips between her thighs.
“You need more than a goodnight kiss, don’t you?” My cock throbs to be released, to give her everything.
“Please please please.”
She’s so fucking innocent, does she even know what she’s asking for? “I know, baby.”
“Not a baby.” Three pouty words that make me want to claw my way out of my clothes and into her body.
“It just slipped out, and I didn’t mean it like that.” My voice sounds nothing like me. Husky and rough. I roll my hips, driving my cock against her soft centre.
“How did you mean it?” Her breath hitches and her thighs tighten around my hips.
Like you’re my baby girl and I’m your Daddy.My cock throbs, pulsing with need. Seed spilling out, all for her, an innocent girl who should never know what turns me on. Except it’s her, only and always, and I’m powerless to hold that secret back now. “I know you need to ride my cock right now. And I know you’re too soft and little and innocent to ask for it.”
She sucks in a shocked inhale, her eyes wide.
Time stops.
Then she moans and throws her head back, baring her neck for me.
Daddy’s little girl, so turned on by the freedom to just do what her body wants.
“Yes, baby,” I growl. “You like that?”
“Jacob…”
My name moaned on her lips, in any form, is all I need to let my inner Daddy loose. “Can you come like this? My thick cock wedged against your little pussy? Rocking against your clit through your cute as fuck PJs?”
“Yes.” A breathy single word. A plea and a promise.
“Yes you can. Good girl.”
She laughs desperately and jerks her hips. “Is this for real?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Oh my God.” She groans, low and hot and perfect. “You like that I’m innocent?”
I swear under my breath, and she laughs, which makes me growl. Refined lawyer me is long gone. She’s getting the raw, real man underneath. “Yes, I like that. I’m going claim you so sweet, Sienna. Make you mine. You know that? You’ll never know another cock.”
“I need it,” she breathes.