I grasped her hips, pressing them down into the pillow so that she couldn’t take over and pull me in deeper.
“Touch yourself,” I gritted out. “Make yourself come around me. I can’t move, not if I don’t want to fill you until you see stars.”
“I want to see stars.”
I growled, giving the slightest roll of my hips, then pulling myself from the welcoming heat of her. She moaned, and her brow furrowed. “Do as I say.” I slapped her pretty pussy with my dick, right on her clit, and she cried out but brought her fingers down her body.
Then I slid inside again, stopping before I breached her fully. It was beautiful torture. She fluttered around me, her inner muscles tensing as she worked herself toward another climax.
I wanted to know what it would feel like to have all of her clutching all of me, milking me. I shivered with the need to drive forward and fill her full of my cum. I’d known hunger, but never like this.
“Kiss me, and I’ll come for you.”
I was helpless to resist. I leaned down, claiming her mouth with mine and groaning as the change in position shifted our angle, sliding me in just a fraction more.
“You temptress,” I breathed, realizing she’d asked for that exact reason. “Stop trying to control this. You’re not the one in charge.”
“Aren’t I? Untie me, Caleb. Let me show you how good it is. Please, Daddy?”
Fuck. I untied her in one quick jerk of the fabric, and one hand went around my back, thighs wrapping tight around my waist. She didn’t move her hips, seeming to honor my request—at least for now.
Freedom for her hand meant she was able to bring those sweet lips of hers up to my ear, where she whispered, “You’re so big. I can’t imagine what it would feel like to have you in my ass instead of your thumb.”
I groaned because I’d thought about that very thing more than once. “Come, little one. You promised.”
She nibbled my earlobe, and my arms trembled as I held myself up to keep from thrusting home. Sunday chuckled, trailing her kisses down the side of my neck. I could feel her hand still working at her clit. She circled faster as she ran her teeth over the muscle joining my neck and shoulder.
“I’m close, Father Gallagher. Pray for me.”
I would’ve laughed, but she moaned and her orgasm took over. Her walls clenched around me, milking the head of my dick for something I couldn’t give her. I had to pull out, to leave my release painted on her skin.
But then she bit me, marking me, and my whole body tingled as a climax raced through me.
I grunted, moving my hips back, desperate for the euphoria and afraid of it at the same time. I came, rolling waves of pure pleasure sending my vision white, my fangs extending, my cock deeper into her rather than away. It was the most incredible orgasm of my existence and the weakest moment I’d ever had as I filled her with my spend.
Sunday released me, running her tongue over the bite she’d given me with a happy murmur.
“Now you’re mine.”
Her whisper was sleepy, her body shutting down after the intensity of her heat.
I leaned back, my heart a mangled mess inside me as I watched her battle to stay awake.
“I love you,” she whispered as she lost the fight.
I squeezed my eyes closed, still inside her as her words crashed into me.
Oh, God, what have I done?