Page 21 of Claimed By River

“There,” I say, slightly out of breath. “Caught you.”

“This is unfair. You outweigh me by at least a hundred pounds.” She wiggles dramatically, her body sliding over mine, waking my nerve endings.

My cock hardens. “Careful, angel,” I warn softly, my gaze holding hers.

For a moment, neither of us says anything. The laughter fades. The apartment grows quiet. I’m suddenly very aware that she’s looking up at me, her hands still resting lightly against my chest. A loose strand of hair has escaped her bun and fallen across her cheek.

Without thinking, I brush it back behind her ear, and her breath catches. The air between us shifts, heavy with something that has nothing to do with laughter anymore.

“You keep looking at me like that,” she whispers, “and something’s gonna happen.”

“Something’s already happening.” I drag my thumb across her lower lip, watching it part for me. “Has been happening since you threw that pillow.”

“You started it.”

“I’ll finish it too.”

I lean down and kiss her, slow and deliberate, letting her feel exactly how much I want her. She makes a soft sound against my mouth and arches up, her body seeking mine. My hand slides down her throat, thumb resting over her pulse point, feeling it race beneath my touch.

“Daddy,” she breathes into the kiss, and the word sends a jolt straight to my cock.

“Say it again.”

“Daddy.” Louder this time. Needier.

I groan and kiss her harder, deeper, until we’re both panting. Then I pull back and look down at her, this woman who somehow became mine, and I want to wreck her. I want to ruin her for anyone else.

“I’m going to take my time with you,” I tell her, my voice rough. “Going to taste every inch of this pretty skin until you’re begging me to stop. Then I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name. But you’ll remember mine. Won’t you, angel?”

She nods, eyes wide and dark.

“Words.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll remember.”

“Good girl.”

I start at her jaw, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her throat, her collarbone, tasting the salt of her skin. I push the T-shirt up and keep going, over her ribs, the soft curve of her stomach, until I reach the waistband of her leggings. I hook my fingers in and pull, taking her panties with them, stripping her bare while she lifts her hips to help me.

“Look at you.” I spread her thighs, settle between them, and look my fill. “Soaked already. Is this all for me?”

“Yes. Only you.”

“Only me,” I agree, and I lower my mouth to the slick heat of her pussy.

She cries out when my tongue finds her, a sharp, broken sound that makes me want to do it again. I lick her slowly, thoroughly, from her entrance to her clit and back down, savoring every tremor that runs through her body. She tastes like honey and need, and I can’t get enough.

I push two fingers inside her while I suck on her clit, feeling her clench around me, hearing her moans get louder and more desperate. I curl my fingers, find that spot that makes her buck against my face, and I work her with relentless focus.

“River, please…”

“Daddy,” I correct, the vibration making her gasp.

“Daddy, please, I n-need…”

“What do you need? Tell me exactly.”

“I need to come. Please let me come, Daddy.”