Page 22 of Claimed By River

“Not yet.” I pull my fingers out, slow and torturous, and bring them to my mouth to suck them clean while she watches, her cheeks flushed pink. “I said I was taking my time.”

“You’re cruel.”

“I’m thorough.” I grin up at her. “There’s a difference.”

I go back to work, licking and sucking and fingering her until she’s writhing, her hands fisted against the couch cushions, her thighs trembling on either side of my head. I bring her to the edge again and again, backing off every time she gets close, until she’s sobbing with frustration.

“Please, Daddy, please, I c-can’t—”

“You can.” I kiss her inner thigh, bite gently. “And you will. When I say.”

“P-please.”

I tap her pussy, warning her, making her scream and arch off the couch. “Who decides when you come?”

“You do, Daddy.”

“That’s right.” I do it again, watching her face, the way her mouth falls open in shock and pleasure. “I do. And I want to feel you come on my cock. Not like this. So, we’re waiting.”

She whimpers, but she doesn’t argue.

“Good girl.”

I strip off my clothes quickly, not caring where they land, and pull her up with me. “On your knees. Face down, ass up. I want to see all of you.”

She obeys, scrambling onto the couch cushions, presenting herself to me like a gift. The sight of her, open and waiting, her thighs slick with arousal, nearly undoes me. I grip the base of my cock, squeezing hard to keep from coming just from looking at her.

“Perfect,” I murmur, running my hands over her ass, her hips, her back. “So fucking perfect. You have no idea what you do to me.”

I position myself behind her, teasing her entrance with the head of my cock, sliding through her wetness until she’s pushing back against me, trying to pull me inside of her.

“Greedy,” I chide, but I’m smiling. “Ask nicely.”

“Please, Daddy. Please fuck me. I need you inside me.”

I thrust in, one long stroke that seats me to the hilt, and we both groan. She’s so tight, so hot, clamping down on me like she never wants to let go. I give her a moment to adjust, then I start to move.

“That’s it.” I grip her hips, pulling her back to meet every thrust. “Take it, angel. Take all of it.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I reach around her throat and squeeze, just enough to feel her pulse hammering against my palm, just enough to remind her who’s in control.

She moans, long and low, and pushes back harder.

“You like that?” I growl, tightening my grip slightly. “Like when I hold you down? When I use you like you’re mine?”

“Yes, please, I’m y-yours,” she whimpers.

“Mine.” I thrust harder, deeper, angling to hit that spot that makes her cry out. “Say it.”

“Yours, Daddy, I’m yours, only yours!”

I release her throat and reach beneath her instead, finding her clit with two fingers and working it in tight, merciless circles in time with every thrust.

She screams, “Daddy!”

Her whole body convulses as she comes apart around me. I feel her orgasm, feel her clenching and fluttering, and I can’t hold back anymore. I pound into her, chasing my own release, my handprint red on her ass, her name and mine tangling together in the air between us.