8. Abel

Abel

After sunset, we went back to my place since we were only about ten minutes away.

I'd given her the tour, ending it in my room, where Abby asked if she could shower to wash off the chlorine. Then my princess surprised me once again by asking if I could join her. My girl was really coming out of her shell, and fast.

And I loved it.

I loved her.

The shower was hot and steamy. Just enough to fog around us, making it feel like we were in a world of our own. I'd stepped inside with nothing but the best intentions. I told myself I'd keep it innocent. She had already done a lot of different things that were out of her norm, and I didn't want her to push herself too far, too fast.

But I had overestimated myself.

The temptation that bit at my ankles while I washed her body, gliding my hands up and over her curves, the way she reacted to my touch? A saint wouldn't have been able to resist. Especially when the need in her eyes reflected lust and something bigger I didn't dare name. Not yet.

Nor had I counted on the way she felt pressed against me. Actively searching my closeness like she needed me as much as I needed her. Her tight little chocolate chip nipples rubbed against my overheated chest, and I made sure to take care of her again in the shower with both my hands and mouth. And I didn't stop until after she came. Her knees would have buckled beneath her if I hadn't been there to catch her.

I carried her out and set her wet body on the countertop of the double-sink vanity before wrapping her soft body in a towel. I took my time drying her off and combing her hair.

I loved how she let me.

Abby Rivas didn't hesitate or argue she could do it herself. We both knew she was more than capable. But we also knew that I wanted to do it. I wanted to be the one to watch over and care for her more than I wanted to breathe. Once I was done, her body wrapped in a towel, my own wrapped around my waist, I carried her like a groom would carry his bride back into the bedroom.

One day, my heart whispered. One day, my princess would be my bride. Mine. My eyes dropped to her fingers on her left hand. One day.

I dressed her in one of my pool company's shirts. The thing looked fucking fantastic on her. Straining at her voluptuous chest, but with her height, the hem ended just a touch above her knees. And that alone was the biggest tease. Knowing there was nothing underneath to stop me from touching her. The sight of her wearing my shirt was sexier than any lingerie I'd ever seen.

"You good, baby girl?" I asked, checking in with her, and I loved the way her eyes softened, like she thought I was sweet.

"Very." She smiled, and I grinned.

As I fed her another spoonful of ice cream, my eyes pinned on her mouth. The way her lips wrapped around the spoon made my dick jerk behind the shorts I'd tossed on. I'd made her dinner, and now we were sitting on the couch. My baby sat on my lap like a good girl, letting me feed her dessert. And I was so fucking happy, easily picturing the rest of my life with endless moments like the one we were having now.

"So…" she started to say, and I stared at her. "This thing."

"What thing?" I knew we had a shit ton to talk about, but I had a feeling I knew what she was going to ask.

"The daddy thing."

"You got questions?" She nodded. "Ask. Anything. Anytime."

"Is it… is it your thing? Like a kink?" I loved the confidence in the way she asked. I loved the progress we were making in less than forty-eight hours.

"It's not a kink or fetish," I started to answer. "It's just me." I shrugged. "I'm forty-two, Abby—" She opened her mouth, and I shot her a look to give me a moment to explain. "I'm not the kind of man to talk around things, so I'm going to be honest."

"Thank you. I appreciate that," she said softly.

"In that honesty, it might feel a little blunt."

"I don't mind." I took a cleansing breath.

"I've enjoyed playing in the past," I shared carefully, hoping like hell it wouldn't upset her, but there was no change in her expression. "I like control and I like taking care of a woman and her pleasure. But what I feel for you? The way my daddy side flares up when I'm with you? Hell, when I think about you, it's unlike anything I've wanted before."

"What you want with me? I mean, isn't this really fast?"

"You have no idea how slow it is. How much it's killed me to wait to approach you." She watched me closely, and for a moment, her eyes dropped, her expression pensive before her gaze rose to meet mine.

"Lucky for you I threw myself at you yesterday." I chuckled and shook my head.

"That how you think it happened?" I asked. Abby opened and shut her mouth.

"No. I don't know. I just… I'm glad I went in yesterday. That you came up to me and we talked and that you were my first kiss." She blushed with a sweet shyness but didn't pull away from me. She leaned her head on my shoulder, quietly seeking even more closeness. "Last night and then today… it‘s been…"

"What, honey?"

"Perfect. Like a dream," she whispered. My dick wanted out from behind my shorts and inside of her so badly a bead of fluid leaked. "I don't think I could have imagined my firsts, the ones you've showed me, to be any better." I breathed in deeper and pressed my lips against her forehead.

"I'm glad, baby. But this is just the beginning." Her eyes met mine, and I winked.

I scooped up another spoonful of rocky road and fed it to her. When the ice cream bowl was empty, my princess didn't try to move off my lap, and I loved it. Turning on the TV, I handed her the remote so she could choose what we watched. She turned on some old sitcom I'd watched a couple of episodes of in the past.

While I pretended to watch, my entire body felt more than aware of hers. The way she squirmed and wiggled on my lap. Her breathing started to change, and I wrapped my arms around her.

"Abby," I warned, my lips at her ear. Over the TV, I heard the sharp intake of her breath. "Be a good girl for me."

"You're hard… Daddy." That little pause and the easy way she called me should have made me feel like a filthy old man. A fucking perv. But Jesus, she was made for me. Abby is all mine. Only mine.

"I am, baby girl. But you need to be good for me. I don't want you to do too much too fast. I don't want you to regret anything we do. Not ever." I wasn't used to talking about my feelings or fears. Being vulnerable with her was new, but I didn't mind it. I needed her to know, to be crystal clear about how I felt about her. What her daddy wanted for her.

"What if…" She turned. Those large dark eyes behind her glasses looked even wider than usual. "What if I want to be bad for you?" she asked, her voice breathy. When she bit down on her plump lower lip, I couldn't stifle my groan.

"Princess." I wasn't sure if I was warning her or challenging her with the way she was looking up at me so fucking beautifully. When she took her glasses off and set them on the coffee table behind her, I had a feeling it was the latter.

"Would you punish me, Daddy?" Fuck. How the hell could she ever think I'd get bored with her? "Would you punish me for being a bad girl?"

"Abagail."

"Could I have another first with you?" she asked so sweetly, my cock fucking hurt. Walking the thin line of pain and pleasure with how much I wanted her as she rubbed my length against her ass cheeks. Before I could answer, she slid and fully turned.

She kneeled at my feet. I sat up, about to ask her to get off the floor, to tell her she didn't have to do anything, when her hands rested on the tops of my thighs. But then she spoke again, and I knew my control was diminished to nothing.

"Please, Daddy? Can I taste you? Like you tasted me?" There was no missing the way my way-too-hard cock jerked toward her or the bead of moisture that seeped through the thin fabric.

"You don't have to," I rasped harshly.

"I know." Her eyes brightened with hope I sure as fuck wasn't going to diminish. "I want to. I really do."

"Fine." I nodded slowly. My hands rested at my sides. I tried to look like I was relaxed.

"You might have to teach me." Jesus Christ, if she didn't stop talking, I was going to blow my load before I could feel her breath on my bare cock and embarrass the hell out of myself.

"Teach you, huh? That what you want? Does my princess want her daddy to show her how to suck him off?" She nodded with enthusiasm, and I breathed in deeply hoping to find some kind of semblance of control. That was shot to hell when the scent of her sweet and innocent and so fucking feminine arousal hit me. My mouth watered. She was a fucking wet dream come true. But better.

"Please, Daddy." She sat straighter. Her tits strained against the cotton tee.

"Okay, baby girl. Now be good for daddy and take that shirt off," I found myself ordering.

My jaw strained as she did as she was told. Watching her tits bounce the moment the material was pulled up and over her head made my toes curl against the thick rug under my bare feet. The shirt was in her hands, in front of herself. I reached and dropped it next to me on the couch.

"Sit up for me, princess. Let me look at you." Again, she did as she was asked. I quietly watched her and the way she squirmed under my heated gaze. My hands moved to cup her breasts, and I didn't take my eyes off her. I didn't miss the way she gasped and her skin flushed under my touch. I gently rolled and tugged her dark nipples between my fingers, loving the way she purred.

"Good girl. Look at how fucking pretty you are," I mumbled. My hands dropped, and I opened my legs wider. One hand stroked my cock over my shorts. I loved the way her eyes dropped and her breathing changed as she watched me.

"You like watching daddy touch himself?" I crudely asked. But the way she stared, the way her lips parted and she nodded without taking her eyes off me gave me a hint she liked it when I talked dirty. That was good, really fucking good, since I was a dirty asshole. I squeezed it to help take the edge off. "Take me out, princess," I ordered calmly, moving my hands to my side. She leaned forward and pulled the waistband of my shorts. My cock sprung out of my shorts and almost bounced off my abs.

"Wow," she whispered. "You're so big, Daddy." Without waiting for her next instruction, my girl took me into her hand.

I was a big guy, in height and size.

I wasn't cocky about it, but I knew I was bigger than average. But there was something about the way her delicate hand looked around the base of my dick, the way her fingers didn't touch when they wrapped around me that made my dick jerk forward. A deep guttural sound escaped from my lips, and she lightened her hold on me as her eyes widened with horror.

"Oh no, did I hurt you? I'm so?—"

"No." I shook my head. My Adam's apple bobbed heavily. "Not at all," I reassured her. Her delicate hand gripped me again. "Fuck," I cursed under my breath. "That feels so damn good, baby girl. Stroke me." I hardly recognized my voice. Her hand moved up and down my shaft, and when she reached the tip on the third stroke, without taking her eyes off mine, she rubbed the pad of her thumb against the fluid leaking at the tip, spreading it down my length. Her already soft hand felt even more like silk as it glided down.

"Is this okay?" she asked.

"Fuck yeah, baby. So damn good." I shifted my ass closer to the edge of the couch and opened my legs wider. "Lick me, princess." My mouth felt dry when her little pink tongue popped out and she swiped it against me. My hands clenched at the feeling of her tongue on me. The sight of her licking me, rounding her wet tongue around my tip, blurred my vision.

"Abby." I breathed roughly.

"That okay?" she whispered, and I grunted. "Teach me what you like." She licked her lips and then licked me again. My eyes almost crossed with how good it felt. "Please. I want to make you feel good, Daddy."

"Shit, princess." My hand rose and cupped her face.

I still couldn't believe this was happening. She was an angel, my angel, and I was corrupting the hell out of her without any willpower to stop it.

"Open your lips." Abby leaned and took the tip of my thumb into her wet mouth. "Good girl," I praised, loving the way her eyes brightened as she sucked on my thumb.

The tug and pull of her mouth felt so fucking good. I had a feeling she could get me off just by doing that. Then another image popped into my head, one I'd make a reality. Her sucking on my thumb, playing with her pretty tits while I stroked my dick and came all over her.

"That's my princess." I swallowed, and she made a sweet little sound. I'd save that little fantasy for later. It was time to teach my princess how to get me off. "When you take me between those perfect lips, don't try to take too much," I instructed. "I don't want you to hurt yourself." Her dark brows bunched adorably.

My girl might have been a little introverted and what she called a scaredy cat, but she was also an overachiever. She confirmed that when sucked harder and rolled her tongue around my digit. I pulled my thumb out of her mouth and chuckled softly at the little whimper she made. I got comfortable as I sat back, resting my hands at my side.

I didn't dare blink, afraid I'd miss something. With her dark eyes locked on mine, she leaned forward. Then Abby opened wide enough to take the tip of my dick into her mouth. My eyes strained to stay open. My gaze laser-focused on her mouth. Fucking hell, that pretty mouth of hers stretched around my girth and looked so fucking hot on my dick I could have easily blown my load right then and there.

Instead, she pulled me out and swirled her tongue around me.

"Guide me, Daddy," she begged beautifully.

"Little girl."

"Please," she whispered, and I cursed under my breath.

My hand rose and cupped the side of her face before tangling into her hair, and she leaned forward. With her eyes on mine, she took me into her pretty mouth. In and out. Little by little, she took me deeper. My hand pressed down on her head to urge her to take me just that much more.

Her glassy-eyed stare and the way her lips stretched around me had me close, but when she started to suck around me, her hands cupping my balls, I started to skate on thin ice.

"Abby. Fuck, princess," I panted. My hand tightened and tugged on her hair. I was torn between coming and making the moment last longer. A choice she didn't let me make.

Her efforts doubled.

Her hand left my balls and took hold of my free one, leading it to her head, silently begging for something more. Something darker. Fuck, she was perfect.

"You want me to face-fuck you, princess? You wanna make daddy feel good, don't you?" Her muffled yes was like a fucking magic word.

My hips started to move up, back and forth off the seat, letting her take me that much more. She gagged, but when I started to slow down, she shook her head and hallowed her mouth.

"Abby," I tried to warn, but she didn't need me to. This might have been her first time, but my princess was a natural little cocksucker. My princess never stopped for a moment. Spots filled my vision, and I groaned hard, pushing her down on my length. But she didn't protest. She swallowed my release, ribbon after ribbon of my seed. The blast was so much, so fucking hard, I was breathless when I came down from it.

By the time I came back down from my high, she was still on her knees in front of me, lapping at the mess she'd made after swallowing everything I'd given her.

"Jesus Christ," I growled and stood up, bringing her into my arms. I carried Abby like a koala bear through the house and directly to the master bedroom.

"You're still hard," she whispered, her hips working against me before I dropped her on the bed. But my sweetness didn't let me go. Instead, she pulled me onto the bed, forcing me to cover her body with mine. Abby wrapped her legs around my waist, and without hesitation, we made out.

Hot and heavy, I pressed into her soft center but didn't take it any farther. Abby pulled away and searched my eyes.

"Please, Daddy" she pleaded breathlessly. I shook my head.

"No, Abby?—"

"Why?" she whined, and her swollen lips pouted so fucking adorably I wanted to sink into her even more.

"If I take you, it's not going to be fucking, baby." I saw the questions in her eyes, and my gaze softened. "You're so fucking sweet."

"Daddy."

"This thing between us?" She nodded. "It's not going to be a one-night stand or a fling, princess."

"But, Daddy?—"

"You're a virgin."

"I am." She nodded, then her eyes softened and stared up at mine with so much longing it almost matched my own. "I want you to take it. I want daddy to be my first. I need you, Abel." Jesus Christ, I wasn't a superhero or a fucking saint. How the hell could a man deny that?

"Baby—"

"I know what I want. I've waited a very long time. I'm pretty sure I'm the only twenty-seven-year-old V-card member."

"You wanna lose it because you wanna get rid of it or because—" She didn't let me finish speaking. My bratty girl leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine. Taking the initiative, kissing me. Her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me completely down onto her. It wasn't until we were both breathless that she pulled away.

"I want you. I saved it… at the beginning because I wasn't the best at the whole dating thing, then because I didn't it want it to be with just anyone. I wanted it to be special. I think…" She licked her lips. My heart raced inside my chest. "I think I've been waiting for you, Abel. For us," she whispered. "I've seen you before. I mean—" She blushed. "Around town and stuff, and I've always just…"

"What?"

"I've always thought you were the most beautiful handsome man I'd ever seen."

"Abby, Jesus." I leaned in and rested my forehead against hers.

"I've dreamt of you. So many times," she whispered. My jaw clenched.

"I take you, it's going to be me claiming you. Do you get that? You give me that cherry you've kept safe and sound for me, I'll be your first and only." Logically, I knew how insane I sounded. How fucking incredibly crazy she must think I was.

She didn't know how those moments she thought had been pure coincidence hadn't been. She was clueless to how I'd followed her around town, how I'd been obsessed and starving for her for so long I didn't know how the hell I'd lived the majority of my life without her.

She didn't know it had been that night of her accident that had taken her out.

"I know it's a lot to ask but…" She pressed the pads of her fingers against my lips. "You already are," she answered, and I froze. Worried she was just saying what she thought I wanted to hear. But it was the confidence in her answer, the way the truth reflected in her gaze that made me realize that even though it was extremely quick and probably crazy as hell, we were on the same page. Fuck me, we are on the same damn page!

I lifted my body and glanced down between us. Reaching between us, resting my weight on my other forearm, I grabbed my cock and slid it up and down between her dewy folds.

"Fuck, Abby, you're so damn wet, so slippery."

"Soaked," she shared. A deep animalistic sound rose from my throat.

"Yeah, you are. This all for me, princess?"

"Yes, Daddy." She nodded, her lips against mine as we shared the same breath. "All for you."

"We do this, you're mine. You get that? No going back. You can't give me this kind of beauty, this kind of sweetness, and take it away from me. Do you understand?" Without even a glimmer of hesitation, she nodded and gave me what I needed.

"I'm yours, Daddy." Those three words, in that sweet needy tone, did me in. Like a green light at the starting gates of a race, there was no turning back.

"Fuck yeah, you are," I strained.

The head of my cock bumped against her entrance. On bated breath, I watched my cock dip into her. Th feeling of entering her, filling her, the sight of it, I was at a loss for words. I could hardly breathe. She took me. She didn't try to push me away or wince. Slowly stretching, her pussy blossomed around me with one inch, then two. My eyes rose to look at her.

"You're fucking beautiful. Fuck, you feel incredible, Abby, princess?—"

"Abel!" she cried out. The sound of my name in that needy, breathy tone was my undoing.

I sunk in completely, thrusting inside of my very own heaven in one long stroke. I broke through the barrier she had saved for me. I was forty-two, I'd been around the block more times than a man should have had the privilege, but right then and there, my entire past faded away.

Nothing and no one could have felt better.

"You're mine," I panted, half afraid I'd embarrass myself.

"Daddy," she whined. I strained to keep myself lodged completely inside her and still. But my girl had plans of her own. Squirming under me, she started to move, and I had to bite the inside of my lip to keep from losing my nut.

"Abby," I gritted against my teeth. "Baby girl, be still. I don't want to hurt you."

"I need…" She searched my eyes. I felt her tight little pussy squeeze me in deeper, tighter.

"You're so fucking warm, wet. Slippery wet," I growled. A droplet of sweat beaded at my hairline. "Shit."

"Please, Daddy," she cried. "I need you to move. I think I just I need more, Daddy." The sound of her soft whimper calling me that had me on edge.

"Jesus, baby, you feel so good you got me ready to lose my load."

"Daddy," she purred, wrapping her limbs tightly around me. Fuck, I was addicted to her calling me that.

"Such a sweet princess. Look at you." My eyes dropped to where we were connected. Her tight little pussy stretched around my cock almost obscenely. "Look at you. Look at us. My dick's coated with your cherry and honey."

I lost it there.

The evidence of her lost virginity coated my length, and a monster inside of me roared to life. My hips started to work, and she held on. Tight. In and out, my cock worked her pussy in a blurred frenzy. Our sweaty bodies slapped together in a tornado of need.

"Yes! Yes!" she chanted. "More, Daddy, just like that!"

"You like that?" I asked, rolling my hips, making sure to grind my pelvis against her clit.

"Oh!" she squeaked, and I felt like I witnessed a miracle.

About two point five seconds before I lost my load, she came. Hard. Her pussy fluttered around me, milking me in deeper while her wetness coated my cock. My vision blurred as I slammed my dick in and out harder. When I came, I buried my head in the crook of her neck and roared her name.

Abby held me close until the sound of blood rushing in my ears slowly faded away. When I lifted my head, a sweet smile played on her lips.

"I was right," she whispered so softly I thought I'd imagined it. My brow rose, quietly asking her what she was talking about because I didn't trust myself not to blurt out how I felt and really freak her out. "That was wow".

"Wow, huh?" I swallowed hard, and she nodded. Her hand slid up to my face. The soft delicate skin of her palm felt like warm silk against my scruffy jaw.

"Very. Totally worth the wait." She gave me that gift, and as if that wasn't enough, she pushed up, pressing her chest tighter against mine, making me sink in just that little bit more before brushing her lips against mine.

Nothing had ever felt more intimate, more right than us.

And nothing ever would.