Chapter 5

five

. . .

Olivia

"Olivia." My name is a deep rumble in Jack's chest.

Slowly, I raise my eyes to his. The intensity I find there steals my breath.

His eyes rove over my naked form with raw, primal hunger .

I don't know what possessed me to just strip down in front of him right here, but I did, and the way his voice is all hoarse and his wild sends a thrill through me.

In the firelight, his rugged features are cast in flickering shadows, making him look almost dangerous.

Untamed .

But what else could I expect from a man who could stare down a bobcat?

My pulse pounds as he takes a step toward me, then another. I'm caught, ensnared by his unwavering stare. He reaches out, callused fingers grazing my cheek with surprising gentleness.

"If you want me to stop, say so now," he warns, his voice low and rough with restraint. "Because in another minute, I won't be able to."

I should put a halt to this. It's reckless, impulsive. I barely know this man. But I'm tired of being cautious, of denying myself. For once, I want to give in to my desires, consequences be damned.

And I don't know how I know that I always play it safe when I can't remember anything about myself—just that it's a feeling.

"Don't stop," I whisper, tilting my face into his touch. "Please."

Something fierce and hungry ignites in his eyes. "Olivia," he growls and captures my mouth with his.

Jack's kiss is demanding, consuming, his lips moving against mine with urgent need. I cling to his broad shoulders, dizzy with the onslaught of sensation.

His tongue delves into my mouth, tasting, claiming . I've never been kissed like this before, with such raw, desperate hunger.

At least I don't think I have. I would know something like that, wouldn't I?

It's thrilling and terrifying all at once.

A low moan escapes me as his hands skim down my sides to settle on my hips, pulling me flush against the hard plane of his body.

Every nerve ending sparks to life, hyperaware of each point of contact between us. I thread my fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair, deepening the kiss, matching his fervor with my own rising passion.

He tears his mouth from mine to trail searing kisses along my jaw, my neck. "You have no idea what you do to me," he rasps against my skin. "From the moment I saw you..."

His teeth graze my earlobe and I gasp, arching into him. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. Wanting you." His hands slip over the underside of my breasts, calloused palms igniting flames in their wake.

"Jack..." His name falls from my lips like a plea. I'm drowning in sensation, lost to anything but his touch, his scent, the heat of his body against mine.

"Tell me you want this," he demands, his breath hot on my neck. "That you want me ." His hips press into mine, letting me feel the evidence of his desire, hard and insistent.

When I don't immediately answer, he shakes his head, and a torrent of words pour from him, "Fuck, I should stop this. I'm old enough to be your daddy, girl. Do you understand that? You're so young and pretty and motherfucking delectable." He squeezes my waist as if to punctuate his words.

And I don't know where it comes from, but I say before I can even think about it, "Then be my daddy."

He makes a strangled sound, and something fierce and possessive flares in his eyes. "You're mine ," he growls before he claims my mouth again in a bruising kiss.

Jack

Her words ignite something primal in me.

Then be my daddy.

Fuck, it's like a match to tinder within my veins. I never knew I had a daddy kink. Still don't know that that's what you'd call it. I just have an Olivia kink. Anything my curvy little beauty wants, that's what she'll get. And if she wants a daddy, then hot damn sign me up.

I'm consumed by her—every soft curve, each whispered word fuels the fire that rages uncontrollably inside me.

I don't hesitate any longer.

I can't.

My hands explore her body with newfound ownership, each touch asserting my claim. Her skin is soft under my rough fingers, delicate yet burning with the same ferocious need that's overtaking me.

"Mine," I affirm again, as if speaking it into existence will somehow secure her to me irrevocably. I trail kisses down her throat, each one a seal of possession, and she tilts her head back, giving me freer access, surrending to me.

Mine .

Her hands claw at my back, pulling me closer until there's no space left between us. I quickly free my cock from my pants and rub it up and down against her pussy.

"Fuck, that thing is juicy. Just like I knew it would be," I hiss.

The friction of our bodies moving together sends shockwaves through my core. I'm teetering on the edge of control, every cell in my body screaming for release.

But I hold back, because this isn't just about finding release—it's about marking every inch of her as mine.

With deliberate intent, I push her gently against the wall. The cool surface contrasts sharply with the heat of our bodies as I lift her thigh to wrap around my hip. Her breath catches. Those wide eyes lock onto mine, reflecting a storm of emotions that I feel mirrored in my chest.

"I need you," I confess, the words raw and laden with a truth that terrains beyond mere physical need. It's deeper—elementary and all-consuming.

"Jack... please," she breathes out, her voice laced with urgency and something like desperation. That plea shatters the last vestige of restraint within me.

I capture her lips once more, sealing the promise made in our shared breaths and whispers. I pick her up, and her legs wrap around me instinctively as I carry her over the bed.

I'm a man of my word, and I vowed to myself that I would take her on a bed like she deserves, worship her like the curvy fucking goddess she is.

She whimpers when I lay her on the bed and pull back from her, but I shush with a kiss against her soft stomach.

And then I fall to my knees and kiss my way down to the center of her thighs, to that holy altar I want to worship at.

"Jack, Jack," her voice is breathless, a mix of need and surrender that fires me up further.

I look up from my position between her thighs, her eyes glazed with fervor meet mine, and it's like a fucking punch to the gut—this girl owns me as much as I own her.

I can't help but smile against the softness of her inner thigh before I turn my attention back to the prize. My tongue slides over her pussy, tasting her, savoring the sweetness that is uniquely Olivia.

And then I flick my tongue over her swollen clit.

She moans louder, fingers threading through my hair, pushing me closer as if she can't get enough.

"More, Jack, I need more," she gasps out, her voice cracking with the intensity of her desire. Her hips buck against my face, seeking further contact, urging me to deepen the exploration.

I oblige without hesitation because denying her anything feels like denying myself oxygen.

I dive deeper, my tongue writing promises inside her that both of us know I intend to keep.

Her taste is addictive—a pure aphrodisiac—and her sounds, those delicious moans and cries, are the sweetest symphony to my ears. They drive me wild, fueling my arousal to near unbearable levels. I'm humping the air because God help me if I can keep still.

"Please, Daddy..." she whispers in a throaty beg that snaps the restraint I've been clinging to. Her calling me that, with such needy innocence, rips through any remaining hesitation and ignites a feral hunger within.

I rise up, aligning myself with her trembling body, and with one smooth thrust, I bury myself deep inside her.

I feel her hymen rip, and I let out an animalistic roar of satisfaction at know I'm the first and only man who will ever have her this way.

She cries out—a sound so raw and pure—her back arching off the bed as if reaching for salvation.

I anchor her down with my body, making sure she feels every inch of me, every beat of my heart.

"Mine," I growl into her ear, punctuating each word with a deep thrust that has her whispering affirmations and unraveling under the wave of pleasure that crahes over us simultaneously. My cock is leaking precum like a sieve, and it's taking everything in me to keep my spilling my load in her prematurely.

"Yours, Jack, always yours," she gasps between breaths, her nails digging into my back, marking me as much as I mark her.

The room is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and the only sounds are our ragged breaths and the slap of skin against skin.

I move with a relentless urgency, driven by an instinctual need to claim her, to fuse our bodies and souls into one unbreakable entity.

The intensity of it pushes me closer and closer to the edge, every thrust deeper and harder than the last.

Her legs tighten around my waist, pulling me even closer, if that's even possible. Our connection deepens beyond the physical joining—spiraling into something neither of us could have anticipated.

I go deeper than before and capture her gasp with my mouth, kissing her deeply, fucking into her mouth like I am her body.

Each thrust is met with a welcoming pull from her, inviting me deeper—not just into her body but into the very essence of who she is.

The world falls away. There is nothing but Olivia and the intoxicating bind she has tangled me in.

Each moan, each arch from her not only takes us higher but binds us tighter.

Closer to climax, I slow down. She lets out a whimper of protest, but I cup her face and look into her beautiful eyes. "Ssh, baby, I want to make this moment last. I want to remember it forever. The moment you became mine, you beautiful goddess."

"I am yours," she confirms, her beautiful eyes staring back into mine.

"Daddy," she adds with a mischevous little smirk.

Holy fuck! I lose it then.

"Fuck, baby, you know what that does to me, don't you? You know Daddy can't hold back when you're throwing that sweet thing up on him and calling him ‘Daddy', don't you? You want it, baby? Cause here it comes, sweetheart. All Daddy's juices just for you, baby doll."

And then with a groan that feels like it's coming straight from my soul, I release my sperm into her. My balls draw up tight, my cock pulses over and over again, violently dumping stream after stream of cum into her waiting pussy.

And when I feel her pussy clenching around mine, signaling her orgasm, that only sets me off again. More cum shoots from my head, filling her up until it's leaking out onto the bed between us.

Still, I remain inside her, unwilling to break this connection that feels more vital than air.

"Mine," I whisper as I plant a protective kiss on her forehead.

This girl is mine .