“Yeah, something like that.” He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a warm kiss to her palm.
A hot tingle ran from her hand, spreading throughout the rest of her body. Such intensity from a touch so simple.
“Now, for your lesson.”
“My lesson?” she whispered, looking at the spot his lips had kissed.
“Yes, little girl. Your lesson.” He laced his fingers with hers and brought her to the bed. “Lie down.”
She swallowed past the rebellion in her throat and climbed onto the mattress as directed. As much as she thought she should refuse him, her body wanted to learn everything he had to show her. She had the feeling Costello had more experience to share than the two guys she’d slept with. Jake and Paul had been nice guys, sweet boyfriends, and gentle lovers. Nothing about the look Costello gave her now suggested he planned on being gentle. And she hungered for it. She wanted his animalistic touch, his raw passion. She wanted to hate him for everything he put her through, but she lusted for his next touch.
He knelt on the bed beside her, running his fingers over her cheek. Leaning down, he kissed her, bringing every flame of desire to life. His tongue skated along her lips; his teeth bit her bottom lip, igniting a desire she’d never known deep in her belly.
“Are you going to be my good girl while I fuck you?” The harsh whisper licked her ear.
“Yes, Daddy.” She brought her hands to his shoulders as he moved over her body, covering her like a blanket, until he pressed one knee between her legs. Spreading for him, he settled between her thighs.
“I love those words on your lips,” he said, then quickly pressed a finger to her lips. “No, no thinking about anything other than this right here,” he said when she started to speak.
She nodded when he didn’t move his finger away.
“Good girl.” He smiled with a grin, turning her entire middle into a puddle of need.
Leaning down, he dragged his warm lips over her breast, flicking her nipple with his tongue. She stamped down the moan creeping up at first, but when he wrapped his lips around her nipple and scraped his teeth over the puckered bud, she lost the ability.
“Never hide your reaction,” he muttered against her breast.
How could he know? He kissed her breast and swiftly moved to her other, again licking his way to her nipple and suckling it lightly. As he bit down, she gasped, the electricity of the pain carried through her body, dragging overwhelming pleasure.
His fingers walked down her belly to the sweet spot of her sex, circling her clit before sweeping through her folds.
He growled against her breast. “So, fucking wet for Daddy.”
Moving back up the length of her body, he cupped her face. “Ready for me, little girl?”
She wet her lips. Was she?
“Yes, Daddy.”
A rueful smile crossed his lips. “I don’t think you are, but we’ll see.”
The round head of his cock pressed against her sex.
“Look at me, Ariana.” His voice sounded coarse. Like it was taking everything he had to keep his control.
She dragged her gaze up to his, locking onto his eyes. Slowly, his smile widened into a knowing grin. And before her next breath, he thrust inside of her.
Crying out from the sudden breech, she writhed beneath him. She hadn’t been ready. He was too big. The stretch of her pussy stung around his thick cock.
“Shhh, it’s okay. Just give it a second…fuck…stop moving like that.” He pinned her hips to the bed.
She hadn’t been a virgin, far from it, but she hadn’t been with anyone like him before.
He kissed her cheeks and slowly began moving again. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as he pumped his hips. Shallow thrusts at first quickly gave way to deeper more filling movements.
“That’s it, such a good girl taking all of Daddy’s cock.” He wiped his hand across her cheek. “Your pussy’s so tight. Fuck, Ariana.” He closed his eyes, biting down on his lip.
She dragged in a breath and slowly let it out, the pain between her thighs quickly ebbed and left a hunger needing to be filled. Hooking one leg behind his back, she arched upward toward him, not wanting his gentleness.
“Fuck, Ariana.” He wrapped one hand around her throat, not squeezing, but holding her in place as he plowed harder into her.
She raked her fingernails down his arms, delighting in his hiss. Controlled, powerful thrusts stretched her, feeding her rising arousal. He placed hot kisses to her cheeks, her neck, her chest as he pumped into her body, taking her, owning her. Every touch reached into her soul with a caress.
“Daddy,” she moaned, barreling toward an explosion she couldn’t contain. “Daddy, please. Oh please,” she begged, gripping him and thrusting upward to match his fervor.