Claiming Caroline (Claimed 3)

He bucks his hips beneath me, growling again. I love that sound. It's so damn sexy, like he really is the Big Bad Wolf, come to eat me up.

Little by little, I tug my dress up, teasing him. By the time I stop just below my breasts, he's panting from exertion, his eyes a little wild. His hands constantly flex against my thighs. My panties are so wet, I know I'm leaving a wet spot on his pants.

He doesn't seem to mind.

"Princess," he grits out, pleading with me.

I smirk in satisfaction and quickly rip the dress off over my head.

"Jesus Christ." The muscles in his upper body all flex at once. "You aren't wearing a bra. All fucking night, you've been sitting across from me without a bra on."

"Do you like them, daddy?" I cup my breasts in my hands, running my thumbs over my hard nipples. I feel powerful and feminine in a way I never have before. It's him and the way he's looking at me like he worships me. Like I'm some priceless artifact worthy of worship. It gives me confidence, emboldens me in ways I never expected. I love it.

"Like them?" His gaze flies to mine, his chest heaving. "Daddy's going to fucking devour them, princess." Before I can react, he sits upright beneath me, pulling me close. His lips close over my right nipple, one hand over the left.

"Jared!" I cry out his name, shocked and so turned on I'm the one panting now.

He sucks hard on my nipple, rolling the other between his fingers. I rock on his lap, sobbing my pleasure into the room. Every little pulse shoots straight to my clit, until I'm aching for release. Begging for it.

"Daddy. Daddy, please," I sob, writhing all around on his erection. "Please."

He takes mercy on me and tumbles me backward off his lap. Before my head can bounce against the bed, he puts a hand behind it, cradling me carefully. His big body comes down over mine, caging me in as he moves from breast to breast, teasing me with powerful pulls and stinging bites.

His free hand slips between our bodies. One twist of his wrist and the strings on my panties snap. He peels them away, and then stops to tuck them carefully into his pocket. That little move has me sobbing his name again, desperation churning through me in powerful waves.

I sob it again when he parts my folds and presses his thumb to my clit.

Again when he growls my name.

And again when he works his way down my body, draping my thighs over his broad shoulders. Seeing his dark head bent between my legs drags me right to the edge. He flicks his gaze up my body, searing me everywhere it touches.

"This is daddy's fucking altar now, princess."

I wail his name this time, screaming daddy until my voice breaks as he buries his face between my thighs, his hands digging into my ass to hold me to his mouth. He devours me, snarling against my center like a ferocious beast set loose on a hunt.

I feel him everywhere, his lips seamed around my clit, two of his fingers thrusting deep inside me, his big body over mine, sheltering me in his strength. His greedy sounds fill the room around us, seemingly echoing off the rafters and in the air around us.

The orgasm that rips through me is blinding in its intensity. Everything goes black as it hits with the force of an atomic bomb. I hear myself sobbing, but the blood rushing in my ears is a torrent of sound, making my voice sound distorted and far away. Jared doesn't take it easy on me. He eats me through it, not letting up even an ounce.

I learn then why they call an orgasm the little death.

My heart stops.

My lungs stop.

Everything stops as a second, more powerful orgasm destroys me. It's more intense than anything I've ever felt before, more beautiful than anything I've seen before.

Until he tops it.

When my eyes flutter open, he's naked and staring at me with so much devotion in his eyes, it takes my breath. His body is…God, he's incredible. I knew he was big, but I had no idea he looked like this beneath those clothes.

His entire body is cut from thick muscle. His golden-brown skin is littered with small tattoos, quotes in an elegant script, all in different languages. I don't even have to ask to know he probably speaks every language he's inked into his skin. This man isn't just built like a god, he's fiercely intelligent, too.

Even his cock is beautiful. It's long and thick, the broad shaft curving slightly upward. The broad head is red and swollen. His balls are nestled in a tight thatch of dark hair…the same one that points like an arrow down the stone slab of his stomach, between the deep V of his hips.

"You're so beautiful," I whisper, awed.

He chuckles through a groan, squeezing his cock in his fist. "I'm glad you think so, princess. I'm the only man you'll ever see like this." Possession flares in his eyes again, turning them dark and stormy. "Daddy doesn't share."

"Neither do I," I whisper the challenge.

"No other woman will ever exist to me, Caroline," he says, far more serious than my teasing challenge demanded. "I worship you alone, princess. Want you alone."

"Then take me, daddy." I let my legs fall open for him, unashamed. I lift my arms, silently commanding him to come to me.

He does, of course. He crawls back onto the bed, stalking up it like a wild animal set loose on his prey. His cock drags up my thigh, smearing beads of his come across my skin. He drops his head, pressing a kiss to my mound and then another to my stomach, my chest, and finally…my lips.

"Mm," I moan into his mouth, tasting myself on him.

"You like tasting yourself on me, little girl?"