Pretty, Dark and Dirty

“What if the things that are right for me feel wrong to you?” I asked.

He hummed low in his throat as I ground against him. For sure, his body wanted the same things mine did. It was his mind that needed convincing.

“Maybe it’s time we redefined the terms.” He slid his hand under my tank top to stroke my abdomen, sending warm chills skittering throughout my nervous system. “I swear, I never wanted anything like this when you were little.”

The insistence in his voice broke my heart all over again. It was a statement he shouldn’t have needed to make, though I understood why he felt he had to say it.

“I believe you,” I said.

His lips brushed my neck. "The day you were born was the second-happiest day of my life.”

“What was the first?”

He smiled against my skin. “The day you came back to me.”

Everything I thought I’d lost came rushing back—the familiar sense of safety and comfort, sharpened to a fine edge by an insatiable hunger. I craned my neck to grant him access to my mouth. He kissed me as though he were in danger of drowning and my breath was the only thing keeping him afloat. His hands slid up into my shirt to cup my bare breasts.

“You’re the greatest thing I ever made.” He may not have made me with his own body, but he’d undoubtedly had a hand in molding me into the woman I’d become. “I can’t lose you again, baby girl. I won’t lose you.”

I turned in his arms so I could look at him. “I don’t want to lose you either. But I won’t be the reason you hate yourself.”

Lights from outside washed his face in cool blue tones. He stroked my side, his expression looking more resolute by the minute. Still, I didn’t want to get my hopes up.

“I could never hate myself for loving you the way you deserve.” He kissed the tip of my nose, his warm breath washing over my cheeks in gentle gusts. “And you deserve to be with someone who can love you hard enough for two.”

Some girls were lucky enough to have both a father and a lover, two distinct streams of affection. Somehow, I had managed to tap into both streams from the same man. It wouldn’t matter if I had a thousand lovers after him, none could ever love me as deeply or intensely as he did.

“So love me harder, Daddy.”

I felt his cock twitch against my thigh through his boxers; I loved that I could do that to him, make his body crave my touch without even trying. Mason had captured me from every angle, awake and asleep, naked and clothed. Yet somehow, he still couldn’t get enough of me.

His mouth claimed mine in a kiss that stole the air from my lungs and the words from my lips. My nipples stiffened as he lifted my shirt to expose my breasts. Easing me onto my back, he dipped his head to take my nipple into his mouth. My clit pulsed like a heart beating between my legs, as he teased my breasts with his tongue. I ran my hands over his hair, pulling gently, then harder when his teasing devolved into torture.

“Please, Daddy. I need...”

I was at a loss for words. He gazed up at me, his darkened stare grasping mine and refusing to let go.

“What do you need, baby girl?”

“I don’t know. Something. Anything.” I licked my lips. “I just need you.”

Mason helped me pull my shirt off, taking a moment to admire my nakedness before he scooped me up to straddle his lap. I latched onto him like a thing possessed, pushing my breasts against him. He gripped my hips and rocked his erection against me, sending sharp pulses of agonizing desire straight to my bones.

We kissed like our survival depended on how thoroughly we could wear out our tongues.

I couldn’t take the ache inside me any longer.

Reaching between us, I freed his cock from the confines of his underwear. After a few exploratory pumps, I yanked the crotch of my underwear aside and guided him to my folds.

“Patience, baby.” He chuckled softly—a most infuriating sound if there ever was one—and caught my wrist in his hand.

I nearly sobbed with frustration.

“But you said—”

“I only meant, if we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.”

He laid me down on the bed and kissed my jaw, then my throat, continuing in a straight line down my chest and stomach, pausing only to lick a circle around my belly button.