The little cries she gives in reaction to his fingers are better than the sweetest symphonies; to think, she has the audacity to accuse him of being the wicked one. To think that she saved herself for him--God, God, he has no idea what he's done to make her end up like this, it wasn't intentional, and that makes it so much better. Perhaps it's genetic. That would make sense on multiple levels.
Then she hits that beautiful climax, so much lovelier than the last, long and deep, rattling through her until she clamps down around his fingers so tight that it streaks through him, down his ribs and straight into his cock. Jesus, fuck, he can only imagine the way it feels, and it brings forth a snarl of primal pleasure that's wrenched from his utterly helpless lungs and let out against her beautiful, damp thighs.
She cries for him, reaches out for him, and he gently slides his fingers from her to embrace her, his eyes and body mad with barely-contained hunger that brims out only in his voice, the clench of his jaw, the look in his eyes as if he's going to open his maw and swallow her whole. "That's right, babydoll, come for daddy, oh, my good, wicked girl, tell me how you feel. You're so fucking gorgeous when you come." His thumb traces over the soft pillow of her lower lip before coming to rest at the corner of her mouth. "Tell me what you want, Salome, do you want your daddy's cock?"
His nose brushes over hers. "It might hurt a little at first, pretty girl." Oh, his little girl, his daughter, what the fuck, but it's irresistible, this moment, and it feels so good, and he loves her so much he could take a bite out of her throat, he could crush every bone in her body. He loves her to absolute pieces, like she's a part of himself, like she's something to consume, his little Salome, and he shudders against her, catching her face in his hands and kissing her mouth again and again as if to steal her ecstasy from her along with her breath.
"But daddy loves his adorable little minx. So he's happy to be patient."
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Date: 2012-07-29 10:01 pm (UTC)Then she hits that beautiful climax, so much lovelier than the last, long and deep, rattling through her until she clamps down around his fingers so tight that it streaks through him, down his ribs and straight into his cock. Jesus, fuck, he can only imagine the way it feels, and it brings forth a snarl of primal pleasure that's wrenched from his utterly helpless lungs and let out against her beautiful, damp thighs.
She cries for him, reaches out for him, and he gently slides his fingers from her to embrace her, his eyes and body mad with barely-contained hunger that brims out only in his voice, the clench of his jaw, the look in his eyes as if he's going to open his maw and swallow her whole. "That's right, babydoll, come for daddy, oh, my good, wicked girl, tell me how you feel. You're so fucking gorgeous when you come." His thumb traces over the soft pillow of her lower lip before coming to rest at the corner of her mouth. "Tell me what you want, Salome, do you want your daddy's cock?"
His nose brushes over hers. "It might hurt a little at first, pretty girl." Oh, his little girl, his daughter, what the fuck, but it's irresistible, this moment, and it feels so good, and he loves her so much he could take a bite out of her throat, he could crush every bone in her body. He loves her to absolute pieces, like she's a part of himself, like she's something to consume, his little Salome, and he shudders against her, catching her face in his hands and kissing her mouth again and again as if to steal her ecstasy from her along with her breath.
"But daddy loves his adorable little minx. So he's happy to be patient."