Bred By My Mom's Dead Husband(4)

He carries me like I weigh nothing, arms strong and steady under my thighs, my legs wrapped tight around his waist. The click of the latch feels final. No going back.

He lowers me gently onto the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. The sheets are cool against my heated skin. I sit up on my elbows, heart hammering, watching him stand there at the foot of the bed. His chest rises and falls fast. His eyes are dark, almost black with want. He looks like a man who has been starving for years and finally found the feast he was never allowed to touch.

I reach for him, fingers brushing the hem of his shirt. He catches my wrist, holds it gently but firmly.

"Slow," he says, voice rough. "I want to see every inch of you."

My breath catches. I nod, unable to speak.

He releases my wrist and steps back. His hands move to the bottom of my shirt. His shirt. He lifts it inch by inch, revealing my stomach, my ribs, the underside of my breasts. The fabric drags over my nipples, making them tighten even more. When the shirt finally clears my head, he drops it to the floor and just looks at me.

"Beautiful," he breathes. "So fucking beautiful."

I blush hard, but I do not look away. I let him see me. All of me..

He climbs onto the bed, caging me with his body. His mouth finds my neck first. I felt the soft, open-mouthed kisses that turn into gentle bites. I arch, tilting my head to give him more. He drags his lips down to my collarbone, tracing the delicate ridge with his tongue. I’m shaking already.

Then he moves lower.

His eyes flick up to mine as he cups one breast. His thumb brushes over my nipple, slow circles, watching my face the whole time. I bite my lip, trying not to whimper too loud, but when he leans down and takes the peak into his hot mouth, I can’t help it. A soft, broken sound slips out.

He sucks gently at first, tongue swirling, then harder. My back bows off the mattress. He switches to the other breast, giving it the same slow, reverent attention. Every time his eyes lift to meet mine, it's like he's checking if I’m okay, if I want more and I feel my heart stutter. I nod, barely breathing. Yes. Please. More.

He spends what feels like forever on my tits, sucking and licking until they’re swollen and shiny, until I’m writhing under him, thighs squeezing together for friction. My pussy is dripping onto the sheets. I can feel it.

Finally, he releases my nipple with a wet pop and starts kissing his way down my stomach slowly. His hands slide under my ass, lifting me just enough to angle me toward his mouth. I’m trembling so hard I can barely breathe.

He pauses right above my clit. Looks up at me again, eyes burning.

“Tell me you want this,” he rasps, voice rough.

I thread my fingers into his hair, pull him closer.

“I want it, Daddy. I want you to taste me. Then I want you to fuck me. Breed me. Please.”

He goes down. His hands start at my ankles, sliding up my calves, thumbs pressing into the muscle, making me shiver. He moves higher, over my knees, along my thighs. His mouth follows his hands. Soft kisses on my ankle, my calf, the inside of my knee. I'm shaking by the time he reaches the top of my thigh, he spreads my legs wider, settling between them. He pauses there, breath hot against my skin.

"Look at you," he murmurs. "Already wet for me."

I whimper. I am soaked. I can feel it. The slickness coating my inner thighs.

He lowers his head and licks a slow stripe up the crease where thigh meets hip. I gasp. He does it again, then moves inward, tongue tracing the outer lips of my pussy. I arch off the bed, hands fisting the quilt.

"Ethan," I moan. "Please."

He does not tease me for long. His tongue parts me, flat and broad, licking from entrance to clit in one long stroke. I cry out, loud and shameless. The sound echoes in the room, mixing with the soft rustle of the sheets.

He groans against me, the vibration making me buck. "You taste so good, Lily."

He dives in, tongue circling my clit with slow, firm pressure. I am already close. Too close. His hands grip my hips, holding me down while he works me with his mouth. Licking, sucking, flicking. He alternates between long strokes and quick little taps that make my thighs shake.

I am moaning nonstop now, high and desperate. "Oh God. Right there. Don't stop daddy, don't stop…"

He does not stop. He sucks my clit between his lips, tongue lashing the underside. My hips jerk, trying to chase the pleasure, but he pins me firmly. I am helpless under his mouth, completely at his mercy.

The pressure builds fast and brutal. My toes curl. My back arches off the bed. I am babbling his name, begging, pleading.

"Daddy please. I'm going to come. I'm going to come so hard."

He growls against me, the sound pushing me over the edge. I shatter. My orgasm crashes through me like a wave, hips bucking against his face, thighs clamping around his head. I scream, loud, as pleasure rips through me in hot, pulsing waves. My pussy clenches and flutters, gushing against his tongue.

He keeps licking me through it, gentle now, drawing out every last tremor until I am limp and trembling, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.

When he finally lifts his head, his lips and beard are glistening with me. He crawls up my body, slow and deliberate, until he is hovering over me.

He kisses me.

Deep and slow, tongue sliding into my mouth. I taste myself on him, salty and sweet. The kiss is filthy and tender at the same time. I moan into his mouth, hands sliding up his back, pulling him closer.

He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine. His breathing is ragged.

"I need to be inside you," he says. "Now."

I nod, desperate. "Yes. Please."

He reaches for the nightstand, pulling out a condom from the drawer. His hands shake as he tears the packet open.

I caught his wrist. "No."

He freezes, eyes snapping to mine. "Lily."

"I want it raw," I whisper. "I want to feel you. All of you."

His jaw clenches. "We can't."

"I want your babies," I say, voice trembling with need. "I want you to come inside me. Fill me up. Make me yours completely."

His eyes darken, pupils blown wide. He looks at me like I am his entire world and his worst temptation.

"Lily," he says, voice hoarse. "You don't know what you're asking."

"I do," I whisper. "I want it. I want you. Forever."

He stares at me for a long moment, chest heaving. Then he tosses the condom aside.