Page 13 of Claimed By Daddy
"Ah, goddamn. I knew it," he mutters, half to himself, half to the universe. "Fucking perfect bratty cunt."
His tongue, bold and unapologetic, flicks across the seam of my panties, tracing the edge where the drenched fabric clings to my overheated skin. My knees wobble precariously, as though they're one touch away from collapsing.
"You like that, little girl? You like Daddy's mouth on you right here?" His growl vibrates against the tender flesh he torments with his tongue.
"Yes," I sob, gripping his broad shoulders for support, afraid I'll dissolve into nothingness if I let go. "Don't stop."
He doesn't. Instead, he flicks my panties aside, and the flat of his tongue presses against me, warm and insistent. "Rock your hips, little angel. Grind your cunt all over my face."
Obeying feels like breathing—natural, necessary, and sustaining. I move against him, riding the waves of pleasure that crash through me, one after another. "W-why does it feel so good, D-Daddy?"
Carver's movements still. His gaze locks with mine, his eyes wide with something close to reverence. "No one has ever even touched your pussy before, have they?" His voice is a whisper, rife with realization.
"No," I confess quietly, a flush of embarrassment climbing up my cheeks.
"It's all mine, isn't it?" The possessiveness in his question sends a thrill spiraling through me. Embarrassment dies a quick, painless death.
"Yes," I breathe, not lying to him. "It belongs to you, Daddy."
"Ah, shit, Lena. I'm going to lick this little thing so good, pretty angel." His words are a fervent oath. "By the time I'm done, you won't remember anything but my name and what it feels like to be mine."
He pulls at my panties impatiently, and they quickly pool around my ankles, leaving me bare to his gaze. He groans at the sight, the sound so loud it hurts my ears.
"Carver…" My voice trembles on his name, my heart pounding away in my chest. I've never been this turned on or this nervous before.
"Shh," he hushes me, his voice both calming and demanding as he spreads me open with two fingers. "Daddy's going to eat his little girl's pussy now. Don't let anyone hear you. You know they won't understand, pretty angel. They'll try to stop me."
The words are utterly filthy, bordering on depraved, and yet, I revel in them. He dips his dark head immediately, his tongue spearing into me.
I sob his name, clinging onto him as the tremble in my legs ripples outward, overtaking my entire body until I'm sure I'm going to shatter into a million pieces.
He slowly laps up my arousal before delving deeper inside me. His hands grip my thighs possessively as if to anchor me down, but even then, I feel like I'm on the verge of floating away.
"Eat your cunt," he mumbles against my center. "Suck all that sweet cream right from your perfect little hole."
A strangled gasp tears itself free from my throat as he plunges his tongue in and out of me. My body begins to shake under the onslaught of sensations threatening to consume me whole.
"Can't wait to fill this sweet pussy with my cum," Carver groans against me, the vibration shooting straight through me. "Daddy is going to breed you so good. Make you nice and round with my seed." His tongue flicks my clit, a sensation so shockingly sweet, it's as though he kisses my soul.
Something about his filthy declaration and that overwhelmingly sweet kiss sends me spiraling into an abyss of pleasure. I wail his name into the room, shattering into stardust. Everything vanishes in a blur of ecstasy, pleasure overriding reality.
My legs give way as I collapse into his arms, completely undone.
He doesn't give me a moment's reprieve. I don't think he has one to give.
"Goddamn," he growls, his grip on my waist like iron as he pulls me beneath him. His body is a solid weight, pinning me to the floor beneath him. "You look so fucking sweet. Taste so damn perfect, little angel. It hurts. Christ Almighty. Look what you've done to your daddy."
I can barely breathe, still dizzy from the whirlwind of pleasure, when he yanks his boxers down. His massive erection springs free, purple and angry, nestled in a thatch of dark hair. He's so hard, so beautiful.
My core clenches, aching for him.
He jerks himself off with quick, rough strokes, his eyes never leaving my face.
"Watch me, little girl," he commands, his voice gruff and thick with lust. "Watch Daddy come all over you."
I can't look away as his movements become more erratic. I can practically feel the tension coiling tighter in his body, and I have to know what he feels like right this second.
I reach out, running a single fingertip along the head of his cock. He shudders above me, a powerful moan ripping from deep within his chest. Every muscle in his body goes rigid.