His

“Not Jesus,” she whispered, a smile on her lips, “just Kitty Cat.”

“Mm,” I growled, pulling her hand away from my cock defiantly, before dragging my cock fully against her hot folds. She shuddered and I hissed, “Daddy’s pretty Kitty Cat.”

I swept my fingers around her clit, loosening her up with her own arousal before I finally edged at her entrance, pushing just past the silky folds as I felt the barrier of her innocence. My heart slammed against my chest then, realizing I was the man taking her, claiming her, owning her for the first time–and the last.

There would be no one after me. I was determined right then and there to do whatever it took to make her love me as much as I did her. If I had to fuck her and eat her pussy for hours every day to keep her happy, consider my schedule cleared. Hell, I’d go into early retirement just to have enough time for my new favorite hobby: her.

“Baby, I want you to know I’m clean.” I caught her earlobe with my teeth as I hovered just at the edge of her hymen. “But I’m going to take you bare. I can’t have it any other way. I’ve waited too damn long for someone like you. I won’t let anything ever come between us again. Daddy’s here, and he’s not going anywhere.”

“Y–yes, Daddy, yes, I’m ready.” She gasped as I pushed in a little deeper, growling when she tensed and the tip of me began to enter her. My only instinct to save her from any pain, I fucked her with my mouth, swirling my tongue with hers. Our bodies moved in an erotic slow-dance as I finally broke past the final barrier and made her mine.

“All fucking mine.” I groaned against her neck. I began to speed up, fucking her deeply then for the fist time. Her arms wrapped around my neck, ankles locked at my waist, as we both began to move in a fierce rhythm. Our bodies’ chemical reactions swirling in the air as our moans and gasps filled my small backyard.

“You feel so fucking tight, sweetheart, so tight and wet and perfect like a glove. All I could think about the other night was how you’d feel wrapped around my cock.” I repositioned her at a new angle, dragging my teeth across the hard tips of her nipples. “You feel a thousand times better, Kitty Cat. I’m going to want you wrapped around my cock first thing every morning for the rest of our lives.”

She giggled, a shudder of pleasure coursing through my cock and setting off sparks of my impending release at the base of my shaft. My balls drew up, tingling painfully. I snaked my hand between us and swirled at her clit in wild strokes. She began coming almost instantly, her legs shaking and losing their grip around my waist as her sexy cunt fisted around me, urging my own release from the base of my cock and up through the shaft in fiery bolts.

I called her name as I came, my breathing ragged as I held her supported at the edge of the pool, my cock pumping what felt like buckets of come deep inside of her. And then I came in a few small aftershocks, every nerve firing with pleasure because being inside her was like being alive for the first time. In the span of a few minutes, the man that existed before he died, a new man reborn.

A better man for her.

Her man.

“Whaddya say we move this to the kitchen?” I caught her in a kiss as I pulled out of her in slow movements.

“My fingers are wrinkly already.” She held the pads of her digits up, so I could confirm. I sucked each of them into my mouth, humming as I did.

“Tastes delicious to me.” I dotted a kiss on her nose before lifting her out of the pool. “I can hardly look at you. I want to trace every droplet of water running off of your body with my tongue.” I placed a tender kiss on her naked hipbone. “You’re so sexy.”

“You’re horny.” She countered with a grin.

“It’s hard not to be,” I wrapped her in a fluffy white robe, kissing her softly under the ear when I finished, “when you were meant for me.”

Chapter 7

Catherine

His words raced through my brain as we made it to the kitchen, acting like a drug on my system. He was so impossibly charming. Was I being impossibly naive? Was Parker my first love? My only love?

I’d spent so much time alone–at first, shaming myself for the body I had–before I realized self-love and care were the key to true acceptance. And so, I fell in love with myself. I stopped thinking about what men thought of me, or how women judged me for the body I’d been born with. Finally, at some point over the last few years, I’d stopped caring about both of those things in favor of focusing on me. My studies, hobbies and friends all became central, and just when I’d started to feel really good about myself–truly confident–he’d come along. Uprooting my life with his cocky grin and shudder-inducing words. He was my gift for learning to love myself and practicing self-acceptance.