Chapter Five
John
I know exactly what she needs as her body clamps down like a vise around my fingers. But I can’t fuck her yet. Not here. Not with her parents just down the hall. If I did, there would be no way of hiding what we were doing. Instead, I slide two fingers back inside her entrance and press deep as she spasms.
Her panting breaths are followed by a moan, and I can barely hold myself back from lowering her to the bed. “That’s it, baby. Come for Daddy.”
Having her call me Daddy came out of nowhere. It’s not a desire I’ve ever had before but hearing it fall from her lips turns me on like nothing else ever has. I want her to call me Daddy. I want her to scream it in her release.
Her hips thrust against my hand, and soft mewls of pleasure fall from her lips as she coats my hand with wetness. I want to fall to my knees and lick it from her skin, but I know once I do, I won’t be able to stop.
I cover her mouth with mine again, slowly tasting her. And when her mouth opens eagerly under mine, I moan as my dick twitches back to life.
Shit, much more of this and I will take her on that frilly little bed of hers. I’m close to losing control and I have to force myself to pull back. Fuck, I’ll never get enough of this. I’ll never get enough of her. She’s so fucking responsive to my touch, I want more.
Hell, I want it all.
Blowing out a slow breath I kneel in front of her and slide her panties and leggings back up. I can’t keep myself from cupping her rounded bottom as I imagine how it’ll shake as I pound into her from behind. It won’t be long before I take her like that. My dick twitches again and I growl softly under my breath. I have to get out of here before I do something really stupid.
Fastening my pants, I move closer to Jasmine as she leans against her desk. Her legs are shaking, and I can’t help the satisfied smile that tilts my lips as I cup her jaw.
“I have to go talk to your father.” She gives me a little nod and sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, “Are you okay, baby girl?” I search her face in concern.
She gives another quick nod.
Tilting her chin up, I force her to meet my gaze, “I need words, Jasmine.”
“I’m okay. I’m just…surprised.”
“Surprised about?” I watch her closely. I don’t want this to be something she regrets.
Her brows draw together, “You’ve never done anything like this before. You’ve never looked at me like you wanted me, never made any kind of move toward me. I guess I’m just… confused.” She sighs.
My fingers stroke her cheek, “And you’re wondering why now.”
“Yes.” Her eyes meet mine unflinchingly.
“Because now, I can.” I pause, gathering my words. “You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined this over the last few months. You’re mine, Jasmine. You always will be.”
Leaning down, I take her mouth with mine again for a soft kiss. “I’ve got to go talk to your Dad.”
“Okay.”
With one last look, I walk out of her room and down the hall.
“You and Jasmine straighten things out?” Karen asks from the kitchen as I head to the patio door.
“Yeah, we did.”
If she only knew how we had worked things out. I should feel guilty for what we just did but I don’t. Jasmine is mine. Her parents will probably hate me for what I’ve done and what I’m going to do, but there’s no stopping this.
The minute I realized that I was the only man that had ever touched her, our fates were sealed.
“Good. I don’t like it when you two are at odds with each other.” She stirs the pan at the stove and smiles at me. “Steve’s out back waiting on you. Want a beer to take out? I think he’ll be ready for another too.”
“Sure.” I grab two beers from the fridge and walk outside.
“About time.” Steve grins at me from where he sits on the deck, “Jasmine giving you hell?”
I chuckle, “My girl likes to keep things interesting.”
“That she does.” He pops open the beer I hand to him and takes a quick swallow, “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Sure.” I sit in the chair next to him and take a sip of my beer.
He sighs, “You know Karen and I are leaving in a couple of days.”
I give him a grin, “Second honeymoon, I remember.”
He grunts, “Ridiculous waste of money but Karen wants it.” He shrugs, “I want Jasmine to stay with you.”
I still, my muscles tensing, “Come again?”
“I want Jasmine to stay at your place. There are too many things that could happen to her here alone and I don’t trust that little snot-nosed football player that’s been sniffing around.”
I almost choke on my beer, “She’s eighteen, Steve. She’s an adult.”
He sighs, “I know that, but she’s still my baby. Will you let her stay with you while we’re gone? It would help Karen and me relax.”
“You know I will.” I feel a twinge of guilt at his words but push them away. I’d have her all to myself for two weeks. And in those two weeks, I’d make sure she never wanted to leave.