Please, Daddy (Jackson Family 2)

I worked my way over Juliana’s neck, kissing, sucking, nipping at her skin as she moaned beneath me, her hands running up my shirt to touch my bare skin.

I pushed her shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor before I unhooked her bra, tossing it aside as well. I moved down her body, lighting a trail of kisses along her skin before I reached her breasts. I cupped one in my hand, twisting and pulling at her nipple as I lowered my mouth to the other, sucking hard, nipping at the tight bud.

“Darren,” she whimpered.

“Easy, baby. Daddy’s got you,” I rumbled against her skin.

“Please,” she whimpered.

I slid my hand along the dip in her waist, dragging her body up against mine. She whined. “I know, baby girl,” I soothed. “I want you just as fucking badly,” I promised.

I slid her leggings down her legs before shoving her panties aside and dipping two of my fingers inside her cunt, curling them upwards, not wanting to leave her suffering for too long. She moaned, her lips parting, her back arching as she spread her legs even further apart for me.

“You’re Daddy’s greedy little girl, aren’t you?” I growled.

“Yes,” she moaned.

I rubbed her clit with my thumb, watching as she rode my fingers, taking what she wanted from me. And I didn’t stop her. I reveled in how badly she wanted me. I loved how much she fucking craved my touch.

It didn’t take long before she was coming on my fingers, soaking me in her juices. I ripped her panties off of her and knelt between her legs, hooking her thighs over my shoulders. I lapped up her pussy juices before driving my tongue up inside of her. She fisted the blankets beneath her, her back arching. “Touch yourself,” I growled.

She did as told, her fingers working her clit as I tongue fucked her, sucking in everything she was giving me. Right before she came, I drove up hard into her, covering her body with mine as I claimed her all over again.

Except this time, it was different. This time, we didn’t have the threat of Andres Garcia hanging over our heads.

He was dead – a permanent fixture in her past.

She responded to my touch with wild abandonment, something she’d never allowed herself to do before. She cried out my name, clawing at my back as I fucked her to the point we were sweating despite the chill in the air.

The fire was dying, but the heat between the two of us was steadily burning hotter.

Surprising the fuck out of me, she flipped me onto my back and began to ride me, her hands planted on my chest. Her tits bounced with each thrust, her thigh muscles flexing as she bounced up and down on my cock. I ran my hands over her, my eyes locked on hers as she rocked our bodies together, coming down on me every time I thrust up into her.

Her dark hair was a mess, sticking to her skin, going every which way, but she had never looked so goddamn stunning since I’d known her.

There was a fire in her eyes that I hadn’t ever been there before.

Andres had buried that fire in her soul under years’ worth of dirt and destruction, but I’d made a vow to myself to make my woman come alive again.

And I had.

“I love you,” she whimpered as she drew closer.

I sat up, and grabbing a handful of her hair in my fist, I yanked her lips down to mine, slowing her movements as I grabbed her hips to gently rock her against me, forcing her to rub my clit against the base of my cock.

She tightened around me.

“Say it again,” I growled.

“I love you, Darren. Oh, God, I fucking love you,” she cried against my lips, tears falling from her eyes.

“Forever, baby girl,” I rasped. “Forever mine.”

“Yes,” she mewled. “Please let me come,” she begged.

“Now, little girl.”

She came hard around me, her head thrown back, exposing the column of her slender throat. I clutched her to me, running my lips over her sweaty skin.

“I’ll love you for eternity,” I promised her.

She sobbed then, her arms banding around me as she held me just as tightly, her nails digging into my neck, but I didn’t care.

“You’ll always be mine,” I swore.

She nodded, somehow holding me even tighter.

~*~*~

Later that night, Juliana was sitting between my legs as I fed her some deer meat. Jaxon had managed to kill it about midday, and after making sure his men were fed, he brought the rest for us to eat.

It was thoughtful of him. I’d been preparing to head out into the cold when he’d appeared on the porch.

Now, we were just waiting on Jaxon to send word that we were safe to come home. I had to admit it, though – I was going to miss being off the grid with my woman. She and I would have to do this for a vacation sometime.

There was something about being in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do but fuck and sleep that was oddly comforting.

“I’m full,” she mumbled, pushing the fork away from her lips.

“One more bite, baby girl. You expended a lot of energy earlier,” I reminded her.

She huffed. I smacked the inside of her thigh in a silent reprimand, making her squeak. She obediently opened her lips, taking the piece of meat off the fork. I pressed my lips to her cheek. “Good girl.”

After I finished eating what she wasn’t able to eat, I grabbed the book she’d been holding earlier, the same one I’d read to her while she had been having a low.

“I tried to read earlier. I thought reading this book would help me while you were outside,” her voice trembled a little, “but it doesn’t have the same effect as listening to you.”

I pulled her between my legs again. “Would you like me to read to you, baby?”

She nodded. I curled my arms around her and started from the first page. “Chapter one . . .”