22. Paisley

22

PAISLEY

S hould I be ashamed of how good this feels? I never expected my most intimate hole being played with would be so hot. So sensitive. I also didn't realize how submissive it would make me feel to let the man I love touch me there.

He's in complete control, and I'm giving him this piece of me I never thought I'd allow anyone to have.

He rubs my lower back as he nudges the head of his cock against the tight ring of muscle. I'm supposed to take a breath, but I can't seem to find one.

"Baby, you have to relax, or it's going to hurt."

I'm trying. It's not that I'm scared; I just don't know what to expect. His fingers were one thing, but his cock is another. It's thick and long, and I'm not so sure I'll be able to take the entire thing. I want to make him proud. I want to please him. I want to be owned by him completely. But I don't know if I can relax.

Then, he leans over me and kisses the back of my neck, his short beard tickling me, and whispers, "I love you, baby girl. So fucking much."

And I melt for him, letting him in, letting him stretch me to the max.

"Daddy," I cry out.

The burn is back, but he distracts me by playing with my clit while he slowly inches in.

"That's my girl. Daddy's got you, baby. Such a good fucking girl."

His voice is harsh, like he's barely hanging on. I love that I do this to him. That I make him come apart like he does to me. It's a powerful thing.

"Please," I murmur, gripping the bedding beneath me. "I need more."

He gives it to me, thrumming my clit faster and harder until I'm pent up with the need to explode. His cock strokes something inside my body that feels so fucking good, and I start to meet his thrusts. He slams his hips against my ass. I'm so full, yet I want more. More of him. I want everything.

Soon, we're both moaning and swearing as sweat coats our skin and our climaxes build.

" Mine ," he growls and slaps my ass so hard it'll surely leave a lasting print.

"Yours, Daddy. Only yours."

His grip on my hips tightens at those words. Just as much as I need his praise, he needs my reassurance.

"You're so fucking precious. Fuck, I don't deserve you, but I'm never letting you go," he growls.

Every muscle in my body tenses. As if he senses how close I am, he thrusts a finger into my pussy while he continues to fuck my ass. The room goes blurry around me. Little sparks of pleasure explode, starting at my toes and racing all through me until I'm screaming. I buck against him, crying out his name over and over. He hammers into me wildly, and suddenly his cock pulses as he lets out a ragged groan. My orgasm goes on and on, and he doesn't stop pleasuring me until I finally collapse onto the mattress.

"Jesus Christ," he murmurs.

"Mm-hmm," is the only response he gets from me as I close my eyes and let out a heavy, satisfied sigh.

I 'm woken up as Kieran gently lifts me from the bed and carries me into the bathroom. It's steamy and warm in here, and it smells like vanilla and coconut. The only light in the room is the gentle glow of flickering candles.

The large oval bathtub is full of foamy bubbles. I expect him to lower me in, but as he always does, he surprises me and carefully steps over the ledge with me held firmly against him, then sinks with me into the hot water. Once he's sitting, he adjusts me between his legs with my back to his front.

"Just rest, Little one. I'll take care of you," he murmurs quietly.

Closing my eyes again, I do exactly what he says and let him take over. He washes me, massaging my arms, legs, shoulders, and head as he does. I had no idea how sore my muscles were until now.

"I think I've died and gone to heaven."

He chuckles. "The only one in heaven is me."

I lean my head to the side to look up at him. He captures my mouth with his, kissing me gently at first. It doesn't take long before we're both moaning and clawing at each other.

With his hands on my hips, he turns me in the water so I'm straddling him, and in one swift move, he's deep inside me. We move in sync together, making slow, passionate love. Nothing has ever felt so right. So perfect.

We finish together, clutching each other as we shudder and moan. After our breathing returns to normal, Kieran lifts me with him, covers me with a towel, and then grabs one for himself. I don't know why it continues to surprise me that he always puts me first. Probably because no one ever has. Just like he's never had someone love him for him. But I do. And I always will.