“What happened?” I manage, wanting to know as much about him as he seems to want to know about me.
“High speed chase and a semi. Lost my spleen, gave me some perspective. Let me know, we’re all immortal.” He looks at me like I’m a Goddess and I want to be immortal with him.
He’s not sculpted per se, not like one of those perfect men on the covers of books and fitness magazines. He’s better. Strong, thick, there’s muscle there but it’s not for show. It’s for real use.
He’s has a layer of bulkiness over the hard muscle, making him a contrast of strength and comfort. His wide chest is decorated with just enough dark hair for my fingers to twitch, longing to touch it.
His gaze is furious, intent, lustful, making me so wet it’s leaking out of me as a red blush heats my cheeks, knowing he can probably see the effect he’s having on me.
He leaves his pants in place, but I can see the outline of his thick erection and it only makes me want him more, my knees starting to quiver as I hold myself open for him.
“Goddamn, little one. I don’t deserve you. You’re too perfect.”
“You do, Daddy.” As I answer, that fire in his eyes flames as his chest heaves. “We deserve to be happy, don’t we? Is it wrong for us to feel like this? For you to want to play with your little girl?”
The fantasy makes my insides twist in the most delightful way, and I’m shocked at how uninhibited I am with Merrick.
“It’s not wrong. How could this be wrong? How could you be wrong? You are my little sprite. But I’m going to apologize now, because, baby, Daddy’s going to fuck you hard. Your teasing and that sweet tight gash aren’t going to let me go slow.”
“It’s okay. I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy.”
He growls again through clenched teeth as I lie exposed, but I know from the look in his eyes he’s pleased, and I can’t fathom the lengths to which I would go to make sure he looks at me like that forever.
A moment of melancholy seeps into the joy, knowing at some point, I need to face my father and my family. And by then, maybe Merrick will be done with me and I’ll have to face the consequences alone.
Consequences of leaving. Of defying Papa’s will. Of spoiling my purity.
All those negative thoughts fly away when Merrick leans down and sucks my taut, sensitive nipple between his teeth. I hiss at the pinch but then he’s licking, sucking and caressing both my breasts as I arch upward and groan with the building desire.
I run my fingers into his hair, wanting more, wanting this, wanting him. I look down, watching his mouth on me, his tongue swirling. My Daddy, enjoying me, and it’s so erotic I nearly combust from the pleasure of it all.
A heavy groan rumbles from him as I hold onto his head, pulling him closer, never wanting this to end. And yet, there’s so much more I want.
So much more I need.
It’s like a fever growing inside of me. A hunger for something I’ve never had. But the most primal part of me demands it. He must feel the need pulsing in my veins as he rakes his teeth upward to my neck, nipping and biting at my jugular like a tiger trying to find the exact right spot to bite and consume his prey.
My hand trails down my center until I’m sinking my finger into the wetness that he’s created. I’m lost in the sensation of his teeth, his lips, his tongue as he concentrates his attention on a part of my neck that feels sensitive, erotic, just as with my nipples, or where my fingers are exploring my soaking folds, and for a moment I can’t breathe.
“No, little one.” His voice drips, low and dark into my ear. “As much as I want to watch you play with your little kitty, your next orgasm is going to be delivered directly into my mouth.”
He reaches over and pulls my hand away, and before I can say anything else, he’s standing, stripping his pants and his briefs, and that dreamlike, feverish feeling rushes over me in waves. My skin prickles with pins and needles as I take in the reality of the veined monster standing tall and swollen from his loins.
“God,” I squeak out, licking my lips as I lock my gaze on the little pearly-white droplets seeping from the nearly purple, bulbous tip. “That’s never going to fit inside me.”
“It will fit, sweet girl. Daddy will make sure you are good and ready before we try.”
I stare at his monster erection in baffled silence while my ovaries are getting ready to deliver more eggs than the Easter Bunny.