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She came and handed me a book. Elena helped her get on the bed, and I watched her cover her with the blankets and brush her bangs away from her forehead before kissing her there. Elena sat on the bed next to her while I sat beside the chair.
Once upon a time…. I started reading her the story.
I showed her the pictures, did different voices for the characters, and Aofie listened and paid attention as hard as possible. My little girl seemed exhausted and fought against sleep, but with how Elena played with her hair and stroked her cheeks, her eyes fluttered shut halfway through the story.
Her soft snores filled the room, and Elena looked at her with such warmth and love in her eyes. They shined, and I admired her for a moment before standing up. I put the book back and then came round to the bed. I kissed Aofie’s forehead and reached for Elena’s hand.
We stepped out of the room together and walked down the hall. I couldn’t contain myself, not even for another moment. I pressed her against the wall and kissed the life out of her. I needed to kiss her to breathe, to live, and she kissed me back with the same fervor, if not more.
I wanted to be her only source of oxygen, her only source of life, because that was how I felt about her. I wanted her to lose her sanity for me. I wanted her to throw every single rational thought in her mind out the fucking window.
I kissed her harder, and she let me go at my own pace, and even though the kiss was wet and loud, she didn’t try and pull away from me. Elena enjoyed it like this.
Elena
He bit down aggressively on my bottom lip, and his head lulled back as he tugged it between his teeth, forcing a whimper out of me.
Please tell me you’re not on your period anymore.
I bit back a smug grin at his eagerness. I’m not.
I had barely finished saying the words when I was suddenly picked up and tossed over his shoulder. I felt his hand snake underneath my dress, and he squeezed my ass for good measure as he ran to his room. I couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement and enthusiasm.
He set me down once we were in his room, slammed the door, and locked it so no one would disturb us. Then, he took determined steps toward me while taking off his jacket. He threw it on the ground, and I stopped him before he could reach for his shirt.
Can I undress you ?
His eyes darkened. Yes. Undress your husband, baby. Go ahead.
Our eyes held each other accountable as my fingers reached for his buttons. I should have looked away from the ferocity of his stare, but I couldn’t. He looked at me like I had just fallen from the sky, wings, halo, and all.
He looked at me as if I was the most beautiful person to walk this Earth. I knew he was infatuated with me, fucking addicted, he had said once. The words brought me more confidence as I reached the last button.
My hands touched his chest and moved upward to his shoulders. I shrugged it off, and it fell to the ground. I peered at him through my lashes and bent down to kiss his chest. He inhaled sharply but didn’t make any sudden movements.
I kissed his chest while my hands wandered over his back and arms. I enjoyed the way his body felt under my touch. His body was magnificent, and I don’t think I could ever tire of touching him. I wanted to study his body.
I wanted to know what he liked and was zealous about learning to please him. I wanted to trace every line that accentuated his body and memorize the placement of every single tattoo on his body. Oisin’s eyes pierced through me as my tongue trailed over to his nipples.
I’ve never been so close and intimate with a man before. Yet, I craved such closeness and intimacy with Oisin. I couldn’t explain it, but I felt so safe and protected with him. I knew he’d never hurt me, that he’d rather hurt himself than ever hurt me.
I sucked on his nipple, his eyes closed briefly, and I felt his hand cup the back of my head. He wasn’t forcing me, just holding me there as I explored him.
Do you like when I do this ? I whispered. I trailed my tongue between his chest and sucked on his other nipple.
Yes. I like everything you do to me, mo ghra amhain. He murmured. As long as it’s you that’s touching me, I like it. He encouraged me as he smoothed his hand over my hair.
I like touching you.
Then never stop. He whispered.
Oisin, I begged.
With his fingers locked in my hair, he guided me back to his mouth. He kissed me longingly, lovingly, and sweetly. I kissed him back with the same intensity. I held his face, wanting him to stay like this with me forever.
I never wanted him to stop kissing or holding me, and I swear the man above me shook as he kissed me harder. He ran his hands down my back, and I felt him reach for the zipper of my dress. He pulled it down and reached the front to undo the sash.
My dress fell and pooled at my feet, and I kicked it to the side, but my heel got caught. I pulled away, about to bend down, when Oisin knelt on the floor. He lifted my ankle and helped remove the dress from my heel.
He tossed it to the side and proceeded to undo the straps of my heels. He helped me take them off and left kisses on my legs while his hand traveled upwards between my thighs.
I anchored myself by knotting my fingers in his hair, and he made a deep sound as his mouth grew wetter against my trembling skin.
His hands cupped the backs of my thighs as he left kisses all over my pussy through my panties. His hands slipped into my panties from behind, and he kneaded my ass violently before tugging them down my legs.
Daddy. I whimpered.
You sound so dirty when you call me that word, Elena. He chuckled darkly as he stood up. His large build towered over me, and my body hummed in pathetic deprivation. But then again. You like it dirty, though, don’t you, baby ?
God, yes. I do.
You like when I leave marks on your body or when I fuck you so hard, you forget your own name. He hummed. You like calling me Daddy because you like how I use you as if you were my own little fucktoy.
Damn. Holy Hell. I do. I gasped.
Sshh. His hand wrapped tightly around my throat. Toys don’t talk.
Fucking Hell, this man was absolutely lethal with his words. Even before we did anything together, his words always melted me into a puddle. Though dirty and degrading, they all made me feel special, seen, and loved.
I didn’t mind the roughness or how hard he manhandled me. Especially right now, when he walked me back with his hand perfectly placed around my neck. I truly felt like a toy for his pleasure as he shoved me onto the bed.
I crawled back against the headboard and saw him undo his belt buckle. He unzipped his pants, then tugged them down with his boxers before kicking them to the side.
I admired his naked body for as long as he allowed me to before he climbed onto the bed. I swallowed as I inhaled every inch of him, and I think I moaned at his naked body. His arms were strong, and I admired his tattoos and hair-riddled chest.
Such a man. Such a big and strong man. It was the blatant appreciation because of how much smaller I was than him that had me so turned on. He stayed on his knees on the bed, and his hand traveled lower to wrap around himself.
Come show Daddy what that mouth is good for. He rasped, and I crawled over to him and knelt before him. Hands behind your back, Elena. I obeyed and sat up straighter. Good girl. Now open that mouth as wide as you can for me. Relax your throat, mo ghra amhain.
I listened to every command and prepared myself for whatever onslaught he had for me.
Baby, can you keep those angel eyes on me ?
His voice was so soft and tender that it made my heart warm up. I peered up at him through my lashes. The way he looked at me…it was as if I was his entire world, and the force almost had me staggering back.
I let out a sharp inhale as his knuckles caressed my face. This man was so in love with me that it shined in those earnest gem-like eyes. Despite the position, we were in, and what I was about to do, his words washed over me like a security blanket.
I licked my lips, my throat suddenly drier than the Savannah Desert, and it had me craving him even more than before.
He cupped the back of my head and guided me over his length. My tongue peeked out over the tip in a soft lick, and Oisin was already shaking above me. He had the tip barely into my mouth, easing me into it, and I sucked softly.
Ease into it, baby. Get used to how I feel inside your mouth. I want you to remember how it feels when I fuck this slutty little mouth.
He wrapped my hair tightly in his hand and used that as his guide as he pushed himself in and out of my mouth. The pace wasn’t overwhelming, and I had a feeling he was just getting started. He was thick and hard, and I couldn’t use my hands to steady myself.
I moaned around him, and he looked so sexy and smug above me as he forced himself deeper into my mouth. Tears sprung from my eyes, and he looked like a God as he grinned in appreciation.
He licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair, and I whimpered at the sight. I’ve given head a few times with Tito, but this was nothing compared to that. Oisin was thicker, greedier, and more desperate for me to taste and choke on him.
It was all the pent-up frustration. His stomach clenched and unclenched as his movements grew harsher, faster, and more vicious than before. I was choking, sputtering, crying, and drooling, and he loudly vocalized his appreciation and admiration.
Baby, you’ve never looked more beautiful than you do now. Stuffed full of my cock and so greedy and needy that you’re humping the bed. He mocked. Is my little toy desperate for a good fucking ?
Yes. God, yes.