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“How can anything feel this good,” she says on a whisper. “How can anything be this perfect.”

I growl against her tits. She thinks this is good? She thinks this is perfect?

Just wait.

I scoop her into my arms, savoring the feeling of her skin against mine. I kiss her deep and full, possessive and long, laying her body down on the bed, and slip my hand between her legs, my fingers tracing the little brush of hair she has at the top of her pussy.

Her eyes widen, dart back and forth between mine. “Trent, I’ve never…”

The innocence, the fear, they just about split me in two. My gut clenches. On one hand, I want to go slow and soft. On the other hand, I want to fuck her now, hard, without stopping, without remorse. To take what belongs to me. What has always been mine.

But I know I can’t. Not yet.

I cup the heat and slickness of her pussy in my palm, my fingers slipping in her wetness, but don’t push further. “It’s okay. We’re not there yet, baby girl.”

In my voice, I hear certainty. Confidence. And I mean it, but I’m charting new fucking terrain here myself. All these years, I’ve saved myself for her. It was always going to be her or no one.

But, it’s not a fucking fantasy now. It’s real. So real, it hurts.

In my head, I’ve fucked my baby into her a hundred times. Minimum. I’ve made her cum so hard she cries, twenty times before dawn.

Her belly quivers under my tongue as I make my way across every inch of her beautiful body. “Trent. OhGod.”

The need in her voice, the desire, it makes my balls tighten, makes me groan. And I work my way down, down, down to the heaven that calls me like a fucking primal drumbeat in my head.

“You’re all I’ve ever fucking wanted, Kat.” I pause, my eyes meeting hers, and after a beat of holding her focus, I give her inner thigh a long line of soft kisses.

“You’re my…” her voice trails off as she trembles and I taste her skin, flicking and licking as I wind upward from her inner thigh to the destination. The throne. My safe haven and harbor. The one thing in the world I know can bring me peace.

She reaches for my shoulders, trying to stop me. She says nothing, but I can see a world of protest in her eyes. And I fucking love that.

“I don’t care what you say, Kitty Kat. You’re going to be mine.”

The deep rumble of my voice seems to cut through her fear, her hesitation. In her eyes, I see her love, I see she’d do anything for me. Anything I want with her body a quivering mess, wet and hot and unsure.

I slide my hand up her soft, warm flesh and roll her left nipple between thumb and forefinger. “Tell me yes, baby. Don’t fucking make me wait.”

She lifts her head, eyes flashing. I pinch harder, and harder, until she arches her head back.

I take her pussy lips fully into my mouth, tasting her candy-sweet and savory wonder, her desire. Her need.

And then she says the most beautiful word that’s have ever come out of her beautiful mouth. “Yes.” She nods, fast and urgent. “Yes.”

Boom.It’s like a fucking starting pistol. Game on, and no fucking around now.

I sink into her pussy, tasting her folds, her flesh, my wounds forgotten in the balm of our twin desires. Like a starved man finally allowed to eat, I tongue her from the tip of her clit, down through every fold, lapping up the glorious juices that trickle from her opening.

Noises roll out of me from some primitive part of my DNA. Grunts and chuffs in my throat sound inhuman and I know I’m an animal racing forward on pure instinct.

Down. Down. Down. Teasing right at the opening of her little asshole. Tasting her juices that have slicked her dark little hole and she twists and bucks as I hold her down.

She’s heaven and hell all at once. Heaven because her flavor is fucking sweet and everything I’ve ever wanted; hell because there’s no stopping now. She’s got no fucking idea about the power of my lust for her.

But she’s about to find out.

My head fucking spins with how we will be. Who she will be to me and me to her.

Daddy. Babygirl.Will she understand?