9. Jack

9

JACK

I stare at the digital clock at my bedside. The time switches from two fifty-one to two fifty-two.

When we got home from dinner, I crashed almost immediately, the whisky becoming oppressive for my brain.

However, now my body is wired. Awake.

Remembering what I said to Camilla. What she said to me. And how her hand was pressed against my chest and our lips were so close.

How she almost called me "Daddy", knowing that it would drive me fucking wild.

I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling, sober now. Aware how stupid I must have sounded and terrified for the morning and how she'll act around me.

All that separates us is a pillow, but she may as well by miles away.

And it's all my fault.

I rub my hands over my eyes, praying a headache isn't starting to come on and swear under my breath so as not to wake her.

"Daddy?"

My heart stops.

"Are you awake?"

I turn my head to the side and look at Camilla in bed beside me. She's looking at me. Her amber eyes brilliant and shining in the dark like a cat.

"What did you call me?" I must be dreaming or maybe I misheard.

All I hear is Camilla's breathing for a few moments. Then, again, a whispered, "Daddy."

My cock is already standing at attention.

"I called you ‘Daddy'."

Third time is the fucking charm. I grab the pillow separating our hips and toss it off the bed. No more separation. Then, I take the top of the blanket covering Camilla between my fingers.

I lift my eyes to hers for permission.

Camilla nods.

So, I pull the blanket back, revealing her scantily clad body. A tiny nightgown that in the wiles of sleep has become rumpled, lifted up enough to reveal the tops of her thighs and her underwear. The straps are also out of place, one of her breasts almost freed from its cover.

"Touch me," she whispers.

If that's what baby girl needs, that's what baby girl gets.

Because I'm her Daddy. If for tonight or longer, I don't know.

But tonight…

She's mine.

I place my hand against her rib cage and run it down the curve of her waist to her hip and squeeze, her lusciousness filling my hand.

Camilla lets out a long, dreamy sigh. One that could make me lose it all right here, right now.

I don't like to rush things. Don't like to be in bed with a woman I haven't even kissed.

But I can't wait any longer to have her. To touch her.

I run my hand back up her body, letting it trail over her breast this time. A ghosting motion.

Her nipples go erect under my fingers.

I bite down on my lower lip.

Holy fucking shit, her body is beautiful. And reacting to me.

She needs me just as bad as I need her.

I slide my fingers up her neck to her jaw, cupping it softly.

Our eyes meet again.

Camilla's chin tilts back, raising her lips toward me in a subtle way.

Her curls crowd around her face like she's fucking Medusa. And this woman knows how to turn a man to stone. At least the parts that matter.

"You're sure?" I need to know. To reassure myself this is real.

"Yes, Daddy."

Fuck, what am I waiting for?

I kiss her hard, my lips insistent and resolute that this kiss will be the best kiss of her life.

Camilla threads a hand around the back of my head and grips, giving me no room to retreat.

Not that I'd want to anyway.

My tongue sneaks between her lips, deepening the kiss.

We devour, taste, and touch. I grab her hip again, my fingers splaying down to her ass.

Camilla moans into my mouth.

I grind my hips into her thigh and drag my lips from hers. "You feel me?"

My cock pressed against her.

"God, yes. You're so big." Her voice is almost a whine.

Being told my cock is big has never lost the novelty. But coming from her, my baby girl, feels even better. I smile, knotting my fingers through her curls and jerking her mouth up to mine.

I pull her on top of me, her weight a reminder that we are both choosing to do this.

I tug down on the front of her nightgown, exposing her breasts.

"I'm going to take care of you," I say before wrapping my mouth around one of her nipples.

Camilla's body jerks on top of mine, her hips undulating against mine. Though we're both wearing underwear, my cock fits into the cleft of her pussy.

I can feel its warmth. Its wetness. I need her so bad.

As I continue to bestow kisses and licks to her breasts, I tuck my fingers into the waistband of her underwear and begin tugging them down.

Camilla helps me out with that.

"Eager…" I murmur.

She giggles and tosses her panties to the side. "Yes, Daddy. Now you." She goes for my boxers.

I grab her wrist before she can touch me. "Uh uh…not yet, baby girl."

Her eyebrows lift. "But I–"

"Daddy's in charge." It's the first time I've referred to myself as "Daddy". It feels strange in my mouth, but not wrong. Not by a mile. "Say it, princess. Daddy's in charge."

Camilla's eyes widen, then nods, her curls bouncing. "Daddy's in charge."

I'm unable to keep from grinning. "Good girl, princess. Good fucking girl. Now…" I cup her bare ass cheeks and pull. "Come sit on Daddy's face."

There's no time for her to process exactly what's happening before my face is between her legs and her beautiful, wet pussy is an inch from my mouth.

I lick her seam, circle her budding clit.

She recoils, gasping.

"No, baby girl, don't be scared. Give it to me."

Camilla grabs onto the headboard. Our eyes meet for a brief moment before she lowers herself down onto my face.

I sigh into her pussy as I lap at her juices, delving my tongue into her. Her sweet nectar will be all I crave for weeks after this. Beyond coffee, certainly.

Watching Camilla ride my face is a beautiful sight. Her breasts bounce as she rides my mouth, her head rolls from side to side, eyes fluttering.

And her moans. God, her moans are music.

With each passing moment, she gets more comfortable, pouring more of her weight onto me.

She doesn't need to be scared. It doesn't hurt me. And hell, if I die, this is the best fucking way to go.

"Oh my god, Daddy…" she whimpers.

I wrap my arms around her lower back, latching her pussy to my face. No escape.

"Daddy, please. It feels so good, you're going to make me–"

Damn fucking right I'm going to make her. I focus all my energy on her clit, close my eyes, get lost in pleasing her.

My cock is throbbing, desperate to be touched by her.

But she comes first. She will always come first. Will make it that much more worthwhile when I finally get to sink inside this tight pussy.

For now, though, I lick and lap without stopping, until her hips jerk against me and she begins to tremble.

Camilla tips forward, burying her face in her arm, letting out a restrained groan. "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm… nngh ."

I can feel every moment of her coming. She doesn't need to tell me, but fuck her desperation is so sexy.

Popping my mouth off her pussy, I take my first full breath since I began eating her out. "I fucking should have insisted we stay at a hotel," I growl.

Camilla's fingers stroke my cheek and the smile on her face is divine. Sweet, pleasured. "You make me feel so good, Daddy."

I turn my face toward her fingers, capturing one in my mouth and sucking.

She pouts. "I want to make you feel good too."

"You do, baby girl." I don't recognize myself. All this time with access to the club and everything and I had no idea who I needed to be. But it all feels so right, so deeply aligned with the man I've wanted to be ever since puberty. I'm not going to try and rein it in.

Camilla backs her hips down so she's seated on my chest, her wet pussy pressed against my skin. Placing both hands by the sides of my faces, she pushes her hips further back, leaving a trail of herself down my body until she settles over my boxers. "Want to make you feel good here, Daddy."

My jaw tightens when our eyes meet.

Her innocent gaze is almost comical when her breasts have spilled out of her nightgown and her hair looks like she's been fucked ten ways to Sunday.

Camilla places her hands on my ribs and idles her hips back and forth over me, rubbing my dick through my boxers. Her eyes don't leave my face.

I gnash on my lower lip and allow my hips to move with her.

"You want me, Daddy?"

"Yes, princess. You know I do."

"I want you so bad," she whimpers. Her voice has taken on a completely different quality than the Camilla I know in the world beyond our bed. Slightly higher. She's finding herself, just like I have. Finding she is my good girl.

My baby girl.

Her eyes flutter shut. "I want you so deep inside me, Daddy."

I run my hands over her thighs, thrust into her. "We can't tonight, princess. Daddy didn't bring any protection."

Why would I? I didn't think there'd be any fucking around.

Camilla lays herself down on top of me and says in my ear, "I'm on the pill."

That's never been good enough for me before. I learned from my father's mistakes, and I always use protection. But right now, with Camilla. It all falls down the drain. Her words are all the permission I need.

I flip her onto her back, relishing her giggle and the way she holds onto me.

Camilla's knees frame my hips.

I'm already daydreaming about how deep I can go.

I shuck off my boxers, cradling my cock in my hand. It's harder than I've ever been, red, angry, dripping .

All for her.

I drop between her legs again and, this time, my cock rests in her bare pussy.

"Fuck, you're so wet." I move my hips back and forth through her.

"You did that, Daddy."

"Goddammit, do you know what it does to me when you call me ‘Daddy'?" My head falls back.

Camilla giggles, spreads her arms upward, stretching her gorgeous body for me. "Probably the same thing it does to me."

I pause. We're moving so fast, I haven't enjoyed or cared for her the way she deserves.

I lower my lips to her sternum, then trail my mouth upward. Her collarbone to her neck to her jaw and then to her mouth in a soft kiss.

Camilla sighs, nuzzling her nose against me.

Does she understand I want so much more than just this night with her? Is that clear from the way I kiss her? The way I speak to her? Touch her?

"Inside," she croaks. "Please, Daddy, inside me."

I readjust my hips, find her entrance with the head of my cock, and pause before I enter. To look in her eyes.

There's no going back to what we were before.

However, I don't know if we were ever anything different than this.

I push into her, capturing her mouth with mine before she can cry out. Her body snaps under mine, arms flung around my neck, legs around my waist.

My cock wants to burst with relief.

I'm obviously not going to let that happen, though.

I pulse into her, shallow, letting her tight pussy stretch around me, while our tongues roll and lips press over and over until Camilla bites my lower lip and pulls back.

I sigh and allow her to fall into the pillows. I frame her arms with mine, keeping her arms overhead. "Does this feel okay?" I press in and drag out.

"So good," she says, her eyelids falling lower. "Go faster."

So, I do.

"Deeper, Daddy," she moans, her head rolling back. "Deeper."

I push myself deeper too. Faster, deeper, anything for my baby girl.

Our fingers interlace over her head.

I press my face into the side of her head. "Fuck, you feel so good. So tight for me."

"All for you, Daddy."

I growl, a sound boiling in my chest I've never made before.

Camilla adjusts her legs around me, ankles locking, pulling me as deep as I can go.

My body jolts, euphoria pooling through me.

Not yet. Don't let go.

Camilla's body languishes up into me. "I'm going to come again, oh my god, you're going to make me come again."

"Look at me." I lift my head. "Eyes on me when you come."

Her face is enraptured, jaw falling open further with each thrust of my hips, eyes close to rolling back, but glued to my face.

"Good girl," I say, unable to stifle the smile.

"Daddy," she squeaks.

"Yes, fucking say my name."

" Daddy , I'm – I'm –"

I push her over the edge, reveling in the way her body and expression convulse. Her pussy tightens around me, and I know I don't have much time before I release too. I want to ride out the entirety of her orgasm, feel every contraction of her around me until I can't hold back anymore.

Camilla has other plans.

She rips her arms from under mine and wraps them around my neck, pushes her mouth right to my ear. "Come inside me, Daddy," she says, dark like blackberries and midnight.

I hold my breath.

"Make me yours."

I scoop her into my arms and push into her over and over, not taking a single breath until I spill inside her.

I press my mouth against her neck and roar my release, one that would be heard throughout the house if I let it go completely.

I collapse over her as an ecstasy I've never known rampages through my body.

Camilla cradles my head in one of her palms, strokes my hair as I try to catch my breath.

I've given her all of me. Every drop. And if not for her birth control, I wouldn't be surprised if this night would have been the night I laid claim to her in the most primal sense.

Camilla presses her lips to my jaw. A tender kiss.

I smile and then start to laugh, a breathless and unsupported sound. "That was…"

I lift my eyes to hers.

Her lips twitch into a smile. "Yeah…"

"Yeah."

We both start to laugh. I roll off her onto my back and let the laughter overtake me, paying no mind to how sticky my skin is or how my face and dick are covered in reminders of her.

I'm not sure how long we bask in the best "what the fuck" feeling I've ever felt. But the next thing I know, I'm halfway to nodding off when Camilla's hand slides across my belly and she curls around my length, her mouth to the shell of my ear.

"Want to go again, Daddy?"

Fuck. This woman will be the death of me. But fuck me if I won't die willingly.