Page 25 of Daddies’ Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies #19)

OLIVER

H arper is perfection. She wants to grab for more. Beg for more. But she takes what I want to give her without complaint.

There’s so much I want to take.

I lean down for another kiss, long and slow but not at all sweet. Not with the way I want to devour her. Consume her so completely that there’s nothing left for anyone else.

She’s trembling when I release her mouth, but there is complete trust in her eyes as they blink open and focus on me.

I trace my fingers over her jaw and down her throat between her breasts, pressing my palm against her. A silent signal to be still.

Her breath shudders through her, through me, and I lower my mouth to replace my palm, slowly cupping her in my hands as I kiss her sternum.

Squeezing slowly, her breasts are so full, her nipples hardening between my fingers as I tug on them lightly. Her gasp and moan encourages my mouth up one mound to pull a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard until her back bows.

I release her and give the same attention to the other breast until she’s squirming under me.

Then, I lower my mouth steadily down her stomach, over her hips and breathe against her damp pussy.

Her soft whispers beg me on repeat, please, please, please.

I can’t help but soak it in. The clean scent of her arousal carves into my restraints.

My mouth drops to her sweet, swollen bud, and her chant cuts off into a moan. I suck and lick and nibble until she’s writhing.

Grabbing her knees, I lock them in my grip as I feast on her. This time, I let her come but only because I don’t plan to stop.

“Oh fuck.” She’s pulsing, squirming, and I dive in further, eating her like I might perish without her under my tongue. And when she’s coming again, I lap up every drop of her pleasure before I release her.

It takes a minute for her to catch her breath, and I admire the way her body relaxes in increments. But she tenses again as I shift off her bed to remove my pants.

Harper watches, and I find that I enjoy how she likes to see as much of me as she can.

I make her wait some more as I round the bed and untangle her hands from her sleep top. “Stay still.”

Her whimper accompanies her nod. Mmm, the want for her to touch me radiates between both of us. It draws me closer, back on the bed, hovering over her.

“Move up.” I gesture her further up the bed, and she scoots. All her curves jiggle delectably.

I ache to be inside of her. Harper opens herself to me as I crawl over her. Such an easy invitation.

Rubbing us together, the heat of her, fuck, it hones my focus. It’s been a long time since my attention narrowed so closely. The wet of her orgasms, and my mouth, spreads along my shaft. I press my head against her clit, swollen and exposed. Her lips are plump and dripping, ready for me.

I toy with her, swiping myself through her folds, giving her a little taste of my cock and pulling back.

The way she moves and arches and tries to capture me in subtle ways is fascinating. Alluring. Addictive.

Her hands reach for me, and I capture them, planting them in the pillow above her head and pressing into them with one of mine.

Cheeks red, her eyes are on the verge of tears. “Please, Daddy.”

Oh, fuck.

I can’t let her see how deeply that shakes me. Reaching between us, I give her an inch and stare at the way she works herself over me.

The dark thrumming need rolls over me, and I lift her hips, holding her still and leaning down harder into her hands as I find the angle to glide all the way into her.

Her mouth pops open into an O, and I grind against the deepest parts of her. The way she flutters and bears down on me is near sensory overload as I rear back until I’m nearly out of her and glide back in.

The slow, long thrust tears at my reality. I need this to last for as long as possible. I want to live inside her.

I’m mesmerized by the slow fuck I’m giving her, cupping her hips fully in my grip.

Her hands scramble across my arms, reaching for me, and I love every swipe of her fingers across my chest, my sides, my shoulders. It draws my skin tight.

Spreading my knees drops the angle of my thrusts as I start to pick up speed. The need to have her come all over my cock is all consuming.

I’m deep in there, working a spot that makes her toes curl.

Harper’s nails find my shoulders. Her soft grunts accompany each punctuated thrust, and she’s strangling me with her core. She goes stiff under me, feet then legs starting to flop as her muscles loosen.

I can’t stop, but I slow down again, taking her hands and guiding her to hold her knees as I fold her up. My hand finds her chest, nestling around her soft breasts. Her lip catches between her teeth as I press her down.

She feels so perfect. So right. Better than any dream.

The times I’ve seen her like this with someone else, it’s electric to know what she wants and to give it to her. To feel how her body responds.

To be the recipient of that radiant glow in her gaze.

I slide my hand up to encircle her throat, not to choke her but to put a steady pressure, a measure of control that she craves. It’s firm enough that her moan vibrates against my palm.

“You can still breathe?”

She pulls in a shuddering breath. “Yes, Daddy.”

Her voice is husky, soft, and it drags nails through my heart. This girl…everything she does makes me more obsessed with her.

My other hand slips between us, thumb stroking her clit and earning another low groan.

Harper’s eyes start to roll back, and her pussy is a fist around my cock.

Fuck, she makes it hard to keep my head. She feels so good.

It takes no time to make her come again, and my dark desires start to surface. How many times can I make her come before we’re interrupted?

I’m mesmerized by the faces she makes as she breaks apart under me. I don’t let up on her this time, pounding my cock into her, holding her in place, rubbing that swollen clit as she keens.

But Harper takes it. No pushing me away, no twisting to get out of my grip, not a single word to stop me. Instead, she locks onto me. Hands around my forearm and wrist, she seethes through the overload of pleasure, and the power she hands over so willingly is going to be my downfall.

I work into her a little further, rooting against her womb until I can’t hold back any longer. Pleasure zips through me, and my hips rut in a frenzy. I come inside her, holding her over me as I empty myself.

My hand releases her throat, and she sucks in a sharp breath. Then a longer, shakier one.

She reels me in, nose brushing mine in a sweet temptation. “Daddy.”

The soft endearment has me pressing into her a little harder, a hum vibrating low in my throat. “Daddy isn’t done with you yet.”

I lay a kiss on her mouth. No pretenses. I plunder her mouth to claim her as completely as possible. Now that I’ve had her, I’m not letting an inch of her go.

Harper needs to understand this.

She’s dazed when I release her, when I pull out and kiss my way back down her body. My hand is back between her legs, fingers plunging through the remnants of our shared orgasms.

“Oh fuck.” It’s like I’ve sucked all the air out of her lungs.

Her hips jerk when I lick her plump little bud.

“What are you doing?”

“Hmm. If you think the fact that you’re full of my cum means I’m not going to put my mouth on you again, you’re wrong.”

I suck harder, twisting my fingers inside her and rubbing against the back wall of her hot little pussy as she cries out.

This time, her hand curls into my hair, and she writhes under my ministrations. I track every move. Every twitch. Every pulse. As she clamps down and finds a new release.

I eat her through another orgasm, her limbs pliable and loose.

My cock is hard, aching, and leaking precum when she comes on my face. I would gladly drown in her. I already feel like I am.

Tipping her on her side, I crawl up behind her, shaft bobbing against her cheek before I slide between her thighs, rubbing against her sensitive core. After a few strokes, I rear back and press myself against her asshole.

I give the barest pause for her to tell me no, but I doubt she will. I’ve seen all her darkest, dirtiest moments. There’s no need to hide what she likes from me.

Working myself into her ass makes her louder, whimpers and moans mixing as I stretch her open. Once I fill her completely, my hand grips her hip but my other curls around her throat again, keeping her back pressed into my chest.

Her mouth hangs open as I plunder her ass, and I take pleasure in the way all her best parts jiggle. Every piece of her is tantalizing.

Harper reaches back to tangle her fingers in my hair, and I’m undeniably infatuated with this version of her. The one that lets me dominate her. That has her giving into my whims. That keeps her from protesting, arguing with me like the brat she is.

I pull her leg over my hip to thrust more earnestly. Her fingers tighten in my hair, her breath hitching.

She likes anal. Something about her past partners flipped on when they fucked her ass. More ruthless. Rougher. And that’s exactly what she craves. I can see it in her.

I’ve always seen it in her.

“Are you going to come with me in your ass?”

Her response is a soft keening.

I strum my fingers over her clit. She contracts around me, and I let myself moan softly into her hair.

That seems to trigger a stronger response in her, has her moving against me, over my cock and against my hand.

It takes longer to build her up this time, and I’m already imagining how long she will last amongst the three of us.

She struggles against the pleasure as she climbs, as she comes again. Harper’s entire being seems to shake, and I roll us both onto our backs, her still nestled over my cock.

My knees spread hers, locking her in place, and the weight of her helps sink her down into my thrusts.

Her hands curl into her sheets as I take her. It won’t be long now. I can’t stop the harsh swing of my hips, the heavy rutting that has my balls drawing up and hot pleasure coiling low in my gut.

The bliss that half-blitzes out my cognitive function has me pushing her hips down over me as I swirl us together. As I savor every feeling she offers me access to.

I hold her to me as we pulse together. My cock is still hard, but the rest of me finally relaxes. I don’t want to let go of her, but the way the sun is finally peeking through the curtained windows means I will have to. And soon.

I hate it.