Page 8 of Mercenary Daddy’s Girl (Daddy’s Girl #9)

GEMMA

I can’t believe I just said that. Took control and guided his direction. But was it really me? Or that same little succubus clawing its way up and making me want what I’ve never had before?

You know, throwing me over the edge. Doing everything in its power to hasten my journey from nervous, na?ve innocence to full-blown womanhood.

To becoming his, once and for all.

Ghost doesn’t rush. Doesn’t throw himself at me like I just gave him the keys to my castle.

He takes one measured step after the next until the fluffy white towel is in his hands. However, his deep, burning gaze never breaks from me. Slowly traveling upward from between my thighs, narrowing at my breasts, and settling on my eyes.

Fuck. This is intense.

He wraps the towel around my shoulders, keeping my front exposed. Guides it down, each brush wiping away another layer of water. He has to kneel when he reaches my ass.

He drops to one knee, and my heart starts galloping. Fast, hard, and straight toward the inevitable. I reach out slowly, running my fingers over the intricate design of his mask, before pulling it off.

He’s smiling underneath. A crooked, dangerous smile that tickles me in ways and places I didn’t know existed until now.

“May I?” he asks, the towel rubbing down my calves.

I can’t comprehend what that question is for, so I nod.

Yes. I give you permission. For anything, everything. Do whatever you want.

Ghost leans in and kisses my tummy, but as his hands start to lower the towel to my ankles, his lips move with them. Every inch lower, I can feel his control wavering. Gentle brushes of his lips turn into a feral smash of his mouth against my skin.

Oh God, it’s happening, isn’t it? I’ve felt his hand, now I’m going to feel his mouth, tongue, cock.

The last thought makes me feel like I’m floating. So far above the world, nothing can bring me back down. I’ve never wanted to rush my first time. Not out of some misguided sense of it needing to be special or perfect, but it did have to come at the right time.

Funniest thing about it? Ghost hasn’t even acknowledged that taking my virginity is on the cards yet.

“Daddy’s going to taste your virgin cunt.” His words slither down my spine and settle in a bundled knot against my core. My legs turn to jelly, and I stumble forward.

But Ghost’s there to catch me, as always. Hooking his arm around my legs and holding me propped up. His face so close to my body now, his breath tickles my most sensitive area .

A feeble whimper parts my lips. Unsure of how this is going to play out, all I know is that I want it. Him. And everything he’s holding back.

“Would you like that, baby girl?” His voice is husky. Dripping intensity. Doing whatever he can to keep the pace slow. Grasping at restraint and control when I can hear he’s slipping.

Trying to make this moment special.

And God, it is. It couldn’t be any better, especially since Ghost’s heading the charge.

“I would.” Breathless and whispering, it’s a miracle I manage words at all. “I want you to do anything you want to me, Daddy.”

He emits a sound I’ve never heard a human, let alone a man, make. Deep, primitive, and straight from the deepest recesses of his magnificent chest.

Without so much as a grunt, Ghost stands upright with me in his arms. He buries his face into my body again and starts walking to the bed. Kissing and nibbling the delicate flesh surrounding his target, while grunts and groans of want sound like music to my ears.

Ghost lays me down on the bed slowly, gently, with care and patience one might have when hanging a painting. His kissing never stops, though, lips smashing against my burning skin, while his hands soothe and comfort me.

And it’s perfect. Exactly how he’s been since the very first day we met.

A monster where it counts, while the rest of him has shown me nothing but kindness.

I sink into the mattress, running my hands down my body to his head.

Muscles stiffening against the tickles of his pecks and the long laps of his tongue as he hones in on his target.

I look down and find his eyes staring up my body. Inspecting it. Admiring it. But just as he reaches the final destination, my body a mess of tingles and tremors in preparation, he stops .

“Are you sure this is what you want, little Gem?” He speaks against my wetness, and the vibrations of his voice make me melt deeper into him.

Fuck, he could’ve taken me already. Thrown himself onto me, into me, and done whatever he damn well pleased. Instead, he takes the time to ask . Puts the power in my hands to stop this.

It leaves me feeling a certain sort of way. Flustered, wanted, but more than anything, cherished.

“More than anything, Daddy,” I whisper. Heart racing with the word I know is going to set him off. Embarrassed at how silly it makes me sound, but overwhelmingly turned on by the reaction it gets.

Ghost keeps his eyes pinned on me as his massive hands slide under my thighs. He squeezes firmly, hoisting my lower half upward, before he splits them apart for easy access to his feeding frenzy.

“Mine.” I hear the word, but before I get a chance to react, his mouth meets my intimacy, and my whole world flips upside down.

Any thoughts vanish from the spike of pleasure his tongue shoots into my brain. Who needs them, anyway? All I need is this. Him, his tongue, and the way it glides over me in ways I never knew possible.

My body spasms involuntarily. Back arching into every long lap of his tongue as he coats it in my liquids. Hands flailing against his head, trying to grab but unable to hold.

“Look at me, baby girl,” he roars, pulling me tighter against his face. “Let me see your face while I devour your virgin pussy.”

It’s almost an impossible ask. Pointing my head at him isn’t the challenge, no, that comes from keeping my eyes ahead when all they want to do is roll to the back of my skull.

But for him, I’ll do my best, craning my neck to peek over my breasts. Watching his lips and tongue glide through my lips and prod the place only he’s ever touched .

His frenzied feasting is relentless. A constant assault of his tongue flicking, circling, and lapping at my wetness. My grip tightens against his head, pinning him in place. Eyes locked together as I near orgasm.

“Oh fuck. Ghost, I’m—” I cut myself off with a husky groan and heavy panting.

There’s no time to speak. No warning. The bolt of euphoria that courses through my body strips me of all my senses. But there’s a twinkle in his eye, enough to tell me I didn’t have to say a word for him to know.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls against my skin, tongue beating against my pussy between words. “Come for Daddy.”

I come undone. Collapse into a mess on the bed, but his strong arms keep my lower half raised. Kissing and licking at my thighs to get every last drop of my nectar while I catch my breath.

He doesn’t wait long before his kisses start traveling.

Against my satisfied womanhood, over my waist, and against my belly.

Lingering against my breasts for a while, while his hands drop me and catch up to his mouth.

They replace his mouth, fondling my mounds while his pecks continue to my mouth.

And they settle softly on my lips a moment before he breaks away with a grin.

“You handled that well.” He’s teasing me at a time like this? I shouldn’t be surprised after he just rocked my world.

“That was the easy part,” I say, giving him a gentle prod to see if this is where I think it’s going. He still hasn’t said it. Hasn’t made me suspect that he wants to take my virginity here and now.

But I can’t wait any longer. After this, I need to know what it’s like. How it feels to be broken.

And no one else can do it but Ghost.

“It was. But it won’t hurt long,” he confirms and reassures me. “And then you’re going to feel better than you ever did before. ”

I gulp down hard. Oh God, it’s actually going to happen.

“I’ll take it slow.” His hands shoot down the length of our bodies. He starts working his belt, knuckles brushing against my eager sex, and I can’t stop the whimpering moan that forces its way out.

He frees his trousers and kicks them lower, and I get my first glimpse of his massive erection. My eyes widen at the thick, veiny spear dangling between our bodies.

“It’s going to sting,” he continues. “Feel like a lot of pressure building inside. But if you get past that part, everything’s going to get a lot better.”

I turn my wide-eyed stare up to him. Allow my hands to travel over his suit jacket, stripping it off his shoulders. Then his shirt, one button at a time, until his scarred, muscular body is as exposed as I am. He doesn’t interrupt me. Lets me take my time.

“I’m ready, Daddy,” I whisper.

He leans in and gives me a kiss, while his hand circles around his girth. He drags it slowly into position, brushing the head against my folds and making me squirm with nervous excitement.

He holds me in the kiss as he presses the tip against my hole. Testing my limits before he goes too far. I fling my arms around his neck and pull him tight. It doesn’t hurt yet, but the anticipation makes it harder to focus.

And then it happens. A gentle thrust that comes with short, sharp pain.

I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from screaming. The sharp pain in my mouth pales in comparison to what’s happening below, but it gives me a distraction.

“Are you okay?” He’s calm, soothing, exactly what I need to get through this .

I nod. It’s all I can muster. The rest of me is too focused on all the strange feelings bubbling inside me. Pleasure, pain, and everything that comes with it.

Because this isn’t just losing my virginity. It’s much more than that. We’re bonding, no, fusing together. Taking his to the next level mentally, physically, fucking spiritually. There’s no going back, not for either of us, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Do you need me to slow down?” He pauses, groaning as his cock comes to a stop embedded inside me. “Stop?”

“No, don’t,” I squeal through the pain. Beneath it, the mounting pressure of intense pleasure is waiting to break free. Scratching at the door for release. The hurt is temporary, I knew that from the start, but the world of pleasure it’s going to deliver is worth every aching inch.

“I want this. I want you.” A shiver rolls through him at my pleas, and it makes his cock twitch against my walls.

And with it, I can already tell the pain’s subsiding.

That we’re cresting over the horizon of new opportunities.

There’s no way in hell I’m letting him take it away from me. “I need you to ruin me, Daddy.”

His eyes narrow, but through the slits, I can see something inside him snap. Like I just flicked a switch in his head, and whatever control he had slips away from him.

“You’re mine now, little Gem.” Ghost’s eyes are frantic and wild, a window into the internal chaos he can’t contain anymore. “No going back. No sharing. All mine.”

His movement becomes more erratic. He slides the rest of his girth into me, pausing for one final check to see how I’m doing. And I don’t show him any suffering. The deeper he goes, the longer he stays inside, the more comfortable it becomes .

Like his cock is meant to be inside me and nowhere else.

His hips move, gyrating at first, before he glides back out of me. It’s followed by deeper plunges. Calculated thrusts, while sounds I didn’t know I could make barrel out of me.

“You feel that, little Gem?” Ghost speaks against my mouth, his frantic voice a total contrast to his calculated movements. A sign of what’s to come.

I can’t answer him. Focusing solely on pain melting away and the tense bundle of nerves forming in my belly.

Ghost’s hands find my hips, and he starts pulling me into his thrusts. Each one a little more unhinged than the last until he’s slamming into me with reckless abandon.

“That’s Daddy taking what’s his,” he growls.

“All yours,” I cry out. “Only yours.”

And this settles it. While pain subsides to pleasure alone, my nails dig deep into Ghost’s back, and he thrusts me into my first orgasm from his magnificent cock.

I cling to him for dear life as the world around me fades and stars fill my vision. His bucking, a constant onslaught against my virgin hole, the final connection we needed to fuse together as one.

“Christ,” Ghost mutters between heavy breaths, “I’m going to come, baby girl. Fill your virgin womb.” His pounding slows to long, deep thrusts as he reaches his release.

“Do it, Daddy.” The words leave me without conviction. Truly handing myself over to him in the best way I can. “Make me yours.”

But that’s the thing.

I’m already his .

With one final thrust, he buries himself down to the hilt. The first rope shoots against my walls, followed by a flood of more until I’m filled to the brim with him.

He crumbles on top of me, pulling me into another deep kiss while he finishes whatever’s happening below.

Breaking me.

Ruining every other man for me.

Claiming me as his and his alone.