Chapter 17

Chapter 17

He dropped her on the bed and stared down at her hungrily. He’d dreamed about this. Fantasized about stripping her naked and more.

Heaven sat up, leaning on her elbows and grinned. “You look like you want to eat me for dinner.”

“That’s not far off, princesa.”

“Princesa?”

He laughed. “Princess.” Heaven wrinkled her nose, and he tilted his head. “No? I guess you’re right. It doesn’t really suit you. Hmm. How about corazón? It means heart.”

“I like that one. Um… you might have to teach me Spanish. I only know a few words,” she admitted.

His hands moved down the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it. “That’s okay. I haven’t really been fluent since I was a kid. And the Cubano Spanish my father spoke was different from the Mexican Spanish my mother used, so it was a mashup anyway, but I’ll teach you, if you want.”

Her eyes followed his hands and her tongue darted out to slide across her bottom lip. “I have always wanted to learn another language,” she admitted.

“Heaven.” He put a snap to her name and her head jerked up.

“Yes, Daddy?”

His lips twitched with amusement. “Is that really what you want to be discussing right now? Because, I have something else on my mind at the moment, but if you’d rather…”

“Oh, no. Sorry, I’d like the ‘something else’ please,” she assured him.

“Good girl.” He tossed his shirt to the side and reached for the belt, but a second later something occurred to him. “Heaven, is this your first time?”

“Having sex?” She shook her head. “Nope.”

A sense of relief rushed through him. He’d wondered more than once if she was a virgin, but he was glad to learn that it wasn’t the case. Not that it would bother him if she was. It was just that he wasn’t sure he could be as careful and slow as that would require.

His hands practically shook with a need to be on her body. The urge to rip off her clothes was there, beating a demand in the back of his head—he ignored it, but it wasn’t easy. He whipped off his belt instead.

The hissing made her jump and her eyes widened as they fixed on the leather strap. He’d been about to drop it next to the shirt, but now he paused. “Do you like belts, Heaven?”

“I… um….” She swallowed hard.

“Yes?”

She nodded slowly without looking away from the leather, then added, “I think so? I’ve never had one used on me. Not outside of fantasies.”

“Hmm.” He dropped it on the bed instead of throwing it on the floor. The punishment had been put off until later, but that didn’t mean there couldn’t be some funishment. He enjoyed doling that out more anyway. “If you want your clothes to remain in good shape, I suggest you take them off. I make no promises otherwise.”

She made an adorable squeaking sound as she hurried to strip. Another time he would enjoy taking her clothes off himself, but today he didn’t have the patience. He needed to see her body in all its glory, and he needed to do bad things to her while she quivered and begged for more.

He finished stripping first, grabbed her by the hips, and dragged her across the bed to him. “Too late.” Her panties weren’t actually destroyed as he yanked them down and off her legs… but the elastic probably took some damage.

This time they weren’t cute little-girlish panties with the day of the week printed on the backside. The fact that the pink silk with lace trim matched her bra sent his eyebrow up in amusement. “You know what they say when you unexpectedly end up in an intimate situation and the woman’s underwear matches?”

Heaven, slightly out of breath, shook her head. “No, what?”

“They say that you didn’t plan to have sex, but she did.” He examined her panties, noting the darker spot where her excitement had soaked through them. “I’m pretty sure that’s right this time at least.”

Her eyes sparkled and her mouth tilted up at one side. “Well, I wanted to be prepared just in case. Besides, people keep teasing me about the Monday panties.”

Angel crumpled them and dropped them to the floor as he leaned down, placing his hands on either side of her. “You can wear any panties you like, mi corazón, or none at all… and I’ll still find you sexy.”

The sharp intake of breath and the way her teeth scraped across her bottom lip almost undid him. His cock was painfully hard, and she was right there, ready to be taken.

He’d pictured this going differently their first time. There had been thoughts of exploring every inch of her body, but the reality was too much. There was no way he was going to hold out that long.

Which didn’t mean it wouldn’t be satisfying for both of them. It just meant he needed to move things along pronto. He shifted her backward on the bed, giving him room to climb on.

The bed was just the right height for him to slide into her body while standing up, and he doubted that was a coincidence. Rawhide Ranch put a lot of thought into these things, but that, and every other position they could think of, could be explored in the future when he had more stamina and less need controlling him.

He caught her lips in a quick hard kiss, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as if claiming her. It caught her by surprise, but she responded eagerly before he moved down to kiss her neck, her shoulders.

Her fingers caught in his hair, tugging, and he looked up. “You don’t need to go slow for me. I’m more than ready,” she assured him.

“Some things… can’t be rushed, Heaven.” Which was the exact opposite of what he’d been thinking, so he corrected himself. “Well, they can be rushed a little, but you’re not nearly as desperate as I want you to be.”

He grinned and went back to licking, sucking, and kissing his way down her body. He stopped to give her small pink nipples a little attention, just enough to make them pebble as they turned into hard little nubs.

She moaned and the sound made his hips buck. The tip of his cock slid across her thigh leaving a wet trail of pre-cum behind. He gritted his teeth as he fought for control, and then he rewarded her by taking some of her own control away.

He spread her legs, kneeling between them and leaned down to dip his tongue between her dripping pussy lips. It was his first taste of her, and she was just as sweet as he’d imagined. As he swept the flat of his tongue up between her folds, she cried out and her hands fisted in the bedcover.

“Please, please…” She didn’t need to make it clear what she was begging for—he knew.

Angel settled down with her legs on either side of him. He spread her apart and held her open as he began to devour her with fast eager licks. He avoided her clit at first, teasing her, ramping up her need by licking everywhere but the place she most wanted his tongue.

Her hips lifted off the bed, urging him desperately. Her hands caught in his hair and tried tugging and he ignored it. What he couldn’t ignore was his own spiraling passions. He couldn’t sheathe himself in her, as much as he wanted to, because he didn’t have any condoms.

Shemight have been prepared for this, but he hadn’t been expecting it so soon. His health records, like everyone on the Ranch, were clear of course, but there were other issues, like birth control. Things had gone too quickly to even discuss the subject.

Being the Daddy meant he had to put his own desires aside to do what was best for her. He was getting a firsthand lesson right now in how it would suck sometimes. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t do it anyway—for her, but if she didn’t settle down, he was going to spill on the bed like a horny teenager and that wasn’t how he wanted to end this.

He nipped her inner thigh with a growl. “Stay still or I’ll stop,” he warned her. It was a threat he had no intention of keeping, but it worked for the moment, and she settled down with a long whine.

His mouth settled on her clit, sucking with a slow steady rhythm, as he slid one finger into her. She cried out and her hips started to rise again. The moment her backside left the bed he stopped and gave her a warning look.

“You really don’t want me to stop now, do you?”

She groaned. “You’re a lot more patient and easygoing in the kitchen!”

Angel laughed as he pumped his finger in and out of her. “Yeah, I leave all that at the bedroom door, mi corazón. In here you’ll find me a lot rougher and more exacting. Having second thoughts?” He pulled his hand free and then a second later drove back in with two fingers.

“No. Heck no. That’s perfect,” she blurted.

“Good. I was hoping you’d say that.” He shot her a wicked grin and then buried his face between her thighs again. While his fingers worked their magic, he focused on her clit, circling it with his tongue, stroking, teasing until she was shaking and making one desperate sound after another.

It was a race now to make her come before he crossed the line of being able to hold himself back. He wanted to feel her writhing underneath his mouth as he brought her right to the edge and then over. And then he’d finish off, splattering her belly with his seed, so he could look at her face while he finished.

That wasn’t quite how it went in the end.

She convulsed around his fingers as he curled them and stroked across just the right spot to shatter her. His mouth didn’t stop. He was too busy milking the climax, drawing it out until her whole body stiffened and her muscles quivered as she spilled over into a second.

The noise she was making made him glad that the walls were insulated, but he loved every cry. After the third orgasm he realized he was at the edge himself and sat back, releasing her. He wiped the back of his hand across his chin, it came away glistening with her juices.

He licked them off while staring directly at her. Her eyes were closed at first, but she opened them in time to see what he was doing. “You taste delicious,” he assured her.

“Please… don’t stop. I want to feel you inside of me,” she said, lifting her hips in invitation. “It won’t feel… real until I do.”

He shook his head. “Sorry, chica. I wasn’t prepared for this tonight. I don’t have protection.” His hand went down to stroke his erection.

“Oh! My jeans. There are some condoms in the pocket.”

His eyebrows went up and she managed, despite already being flushed, to hit a darker shade of red. “Just in case,” she mumbled as her eyes slid to the side. Her mortification was adorable.

He laughed and shook his head. She was a never-ending source of surprise. He debated for about three seconds, before climbing off the bed to snatch up her jeans.

“I was kind of looking forward to decorating you with pearls… but I guess there will be time for that another day.” He said it to watch her squirm, but the truth was he’d rather be inside her. He wrestled with the condom package. His haste made it a struggle.

At least that gave him a little breathing room and he was able to ease himself back from the edge. If he was going to fully claim her, he wanted to do it right. One thing he was learning was that Heaven was bad for his self-control. He wanted her fast and hard, and holding back was an effort.

Especially when she sprawled there, staring up at him with those gorgeous dark blue eyes. They reminded him of the sky just before a storm, but somehow there was a touch of innocence in them, that was completely at odds with the debauched, blissed out expression she wore.

“Ready for Daddy?” A little shiver of excitement went through him from the reminder him that he was her Daddy now. She belonged to him.

“More than ready, Daddy. It feels like I’ve been waiting for this forever.”

It felt like that to him too, which was ridiculous given how short the time had been.

She was slick with excitement, and he could feel her pulsing around him as he worked the tip of his cock into her. She was loose enough from the orgasms that it wasn’t too much effort to fit into her, but still tight enough that he had to take it an inch at a time.

His hips rolled with the shallow thrusts as he pulled back and then pushed onward until finally he was fully seated, held tight within her. It was like being caressed with hot velvet and he had to take a moment to calm down.

It was a cliché but thinking about sports, soccer in this case, did help. The way she wriggled under him, working her hips and making soft little moaning sounds… did not. He drew in a deep breath.

He pulled back, almost to the point of leaving her body, and then speared her to the hilt in one hard thrust. Sliding into her was like coming home. She felt like she’d been made to fit him exactly.

Heaven cried out and clutched at the blankets. “Yes, Daddy… more like that. Now!” It was close to an order, and he stopped moving.

His heart was racing, insisting that he had to continue, but he held back. “Was that a demand, Heaven? You want to be careful about demanding things from your Daddy. He might just decide to stop…” He added a warning slap to the outside of her thigh.

It was hard enough that she yelped and clenched tight around his length as the sting set in. It almost caused him to spill and he had to grit his teeth to avoid it.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. No demands but pleasepleaseplease more like that. I promise I’ll be a good girl.” She begged so beautifully.

“That’s better.” He grinned, eyes narrowing. “Now where were we…”

The hard thrusting had moved her body further away, and now he dragged her back up against him. His thumbs pressed hard into her flesh as he held her there and began to move his hips in quick snapping thrusts that hit the end of her every time.

Some women couldn’t take that. They found it too painful—Heaven wasn’t one of them. He watched her expression carefully, but there was nothing but pure unadulterated pleasure there. “Feeling like it’s real yet, mi corazón?”

Her eyes were shut. Her head thrown back, as her body was rocked by his. “Yes, Daddy, yes, but please don’t stop. It feels so freaking good.”

Angel didn’t want to stop, but that didn’t mean he had much choice. He could feel the low coiling, the tightening of his balls, that warned him he was getting close. Listing soccer stats in his head could only stave off the inevitable for so long.

He paused, only for a moment, to lift her hips, shifting the angle and this time every thrust was stroking to slide across her g-spot. It was obvious when he slid across because her entire body stiffened, and a gasp was wrenched from her open mouth.

That was what he wanted. To drive her over the edge one more time, while he was inside of her to feel it. The speed and intensity picked up until he was constantly in motion, and each time stroking right there.

Heaven was incoherent. A mixture of sounds and words poured out of her at full volume as her body writhed and tried to match his rhythm… and then she was there. “Daddy!” burst from her lips. The word was filled with such primal emotion, and it hit the deepest places in him, both emotionally and sexually.

Nothing could have held him back at that point, especially not with the way her own orgasm was pulsing around his cock, stroking it with waves of constricting pleasure. He collapsed forward, bracing himself with shaking arms as he tried to catch his breath.

A wave of euphoria poured through him. His hips shuddered, jerking in uncontrollable movements that he barely noticed. And the entire universe seemed to shrink down to her panting, glistening body and the incredible sensation of release as he came in spurts.

Angel tried to extend the pleasure, tried to make his hips keep moving, but after a few erratic thrusts, he was done. He rolled off and collapsed next to her with a groan.

Neither of them had the energy to move at first. They sprawled there, separated only by inches, both lost in the sensations. His first reaction, when he did start to pull out of it, was to pull her over into his arms.

“You know… this wasn’t how I expected to end the evening.”

“Oh? Is it ended then?” The tone was full of teasing, and she grinned.

Angel snorted. “That remains to be seen… we do still have that punishment to deal with.”

Her eyes widened and the humor dropped as she pushed herself up into a half-sitting position. “Oh no. Not now, Daddy. That would be sooo mean.”

It would be. She probably didn’t even know how mean it would be, and it was tempting for just that reason. Without the sexual excitement to blunt the punishment, it would be extra effective. But he wasn’t even sure he could sit up, let alone make his arms work.

“I guess we can deal with it tomorrow,” he decided.

She relaxed and settled back down. “Good. Tomorrow—or you know, whenever. No rush honestly.”

He laughed and his hand came down to rest on her ass, giving it a squeeze. “You wish, chiquita.”