Please, Daddy (Jackson Family 2) - Page 43

I finally allowed myself to touch her hair, running my hand over the sleek tresses. “Yes, baby girl.”

She unsnapped my jeans and pulled them down my legs just enough for my cock to be freed. She wrapped her small hand around the base of my cock and licked the tip before sucking me into her mouth.

Fuck me.

Unable to help myself, I fisted my hand in her hair. She moaned around my dick, the sounds vibrating all the way down my shaft to my balls. She kept her eyes locked on mine, taking me deep into the back of her throat.

“Touch yourself,” I rasped. “But don’t come until I do, understand?”

She nodded and parted her thick thighs, her fingers rubbing her clit before she dipped them inside of herself.

This woman was dangerous for my fucking health.

Her eyes watered, but she continued sucking me deep, swirling her tongue around me, sucking hard on the tip before repeating the process all over again all while her cheeks were hollowed out, suctioning me.

It took every ounce of my willpower to not fuck her mouth. She wanted to please me, and I would allow her to do that.

“I’m close, baby,” I rasped, feeling that familiar tingling as my balls tightened. “Now,” I growled.

I pulled out of her mouth and pumped once, twice, before coming all over her chest as her body trembled, soft cries and gasps spilling from her lips as she came, too.

Then, not giving a fuck about my cum all over her, I sank down to the floor with her, yanked her arms over her head, and sank deep into her heat. “Oh, fuck, yes,” she cried out as she linked her ankles behind my back, taking me deep inside of her.

I released her wrists and leaned up on my knees, gripping her hips. I fucked her hard and fast, watching as my cock slid in and out of her. Her tits bounced with each thrust, and she eventually began playing with them, pulling at her nipples.

Ah, fuck.

“Yes, baby girl. Think of me as you touch yourself,” I rasped.

She whined, her right hand sliding down her body to play with her clit. Jesus, this woman was something fucking else.

I leaned over her again, taking her lips in a hard kiss as I slowed my pace down. I wrapped my arms around her, crushing her to me as I made slow, sweet love to her, kissing her soft yet deep, fusing our bodies together as one.

She hugged me to her as well, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. I kissed each of them away, whispering to her how much I loved her, how I would always take care of her.

She and I were the forever kind of shit I’d thought never truly existed.

When she came, I had no doubt in my mind that the men stationed close to the cabin could hear her cry out my name.

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