Page 37 of Ruined

“Yes. Please.” My words come out with an intense urgency. I thought I was desperate before, but it’s nothing compared to how I feel now. I tilt my chin up, waiting for him to kiss me again, but he just breathes against my mouth, hands squeezing my bare hips.

“We’re not doing this unless you understand one thing.”

“I und⁠—”

“No. Listen.”

The commanding tone of his voice gives me pause. He leans back, and I look him in the eye instead of at his mouth. He takes a deep breath, as if he’s grounding himself, and I whimper in a slight panic. Why is he stopping? Is he changing his mind? But his crotch is still pressed against mine, his cock rock-hard under his pants, and when he leans his forehead against mine, his voice is rough and full of pent-up desire.

“If you feel overwhelmed, or if you want me to stop for any reason—any at all—you’ll tell me, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise,” I gasp, and the moment I do, his lips capture mine again.

I moan and writhe against him, the pressure on my naked cock against his clothed frame almost too much. If this goes on for much longer, I’ll come. I strain against it, trying to hold myself back, but when he squeezes my thighs harder and slides his thumbs toward my groin to part my legs even further, I whimper into his mouth as my cock jumps and spills cum all over us. Again. He didn’t even touch me. Fuck, this is embarrassing.

“Oh,” I whimper. “Sorry.”

“Shh. Never say sorry for that.” He strokes my lips with his thumb, and I part them automatically, inviting him inside. I lick and suck at his thumb, slowly coming down from my orgasm.

“I felt too good,” I admit, and he smiles.

“I know. And Daddy will make you feel even better, okay?”

Oh my God. From those words alone and the gaze he pairs with it, I’m fairly sure I’ll make a fast recovery. In fact, I already feel my cock twitch.

He lifts my stained shirt over my head, and I reach out to take his shirt off too, exposing the hairy expanse of his chest, his bulging pecs, and his soft belly. God, all I want right now is for him to press his body to mine. I want his manly scent filling my nostrils, the salt of his sweat on my tongue…

Fuck, I’m getting hard again. The effect he has on me should be studied.

Noticing what’s happening, he looks down between our bodies, and my breath catches as he strokes a thumb up the underside of my shaft. I’m all wet and sticky with cum there, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“So sensitive,” he murmurs, thumb rubbing my sticky slit.

Afraid he’ll make me come again before I have a chance to touch him, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and jump into his lap. He laughs as he stumbles backward, gripping my thighs.

We kiss again as he carries me out of the kitchen, kicks the door open to the bedroom, and lays me gently down on the mattress. He stands up only to unbuckle his pants and pull them down along with his underwear, and fuck… He only lets me see a glimpse of it before he climbs onto bed and kisses me again, but a glimpse is all I need to know that it’s massive.

Whimpering into the kiss, I reach down between our bodies, desperate to feel it for the first time. When my hand closes around him, my own dick twitches eagerly. We moan into each other’s mouths, bodies grinding, my hand pumping his massive erection. The girth of it alone is shocking. How the hell is it going to fit inside me? All I know is that I want to find out.

I roll onto my stomach, laying my body out to him like an offering. He sucks in a sharp breath behind me as I arch my back, making it obvious where I want him, where I crave him.

“Please, Daddy. Be my first.”

I know I’m being forward. Too forward, maybe. I can’t help it, though. It must have something to do with how badly I want him—how badly I’ve been craving this very moment. To have him sink into my body and claim my hole is the pinnacle of what I’ve been fantasizing about countless times, and now it’s finally going to happen.

He puts a hand on my waist, grounding me with his touch. “We can’t do that right now, sweetheart.”

My stomach drops at the gentle dismissal in his voice, and I squirm with embarrassment. Did I misread the situation?

“Why not?”

His gentle hands stroke the sides of my ass, and even though I won’t get exactly what I want today, any touch of his makes me shiver with anticipation.

“We have to take it slow,” he says, and his calm voice soothes some of my embarrassment. “It’s your first time. If you really want to try, I’ll buy some toys to help prepare you with.”