the way you are,” I mirrored his promise of unconditional affection he’d declared for me earlier.
I went up on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his. He was stiff against me for a moment, but then his arms wrapped around me, pulling me close in a fierce embrace. He kissed me as though our connection was the only thing tethering him to sanity. And in a way, maybe it was. He’d told me he needed me.
I believed him.
He needed to take care of me, to take responsibility for my wellbeing. But he needed my devotion, my trust, in return.
I gave it to him, opening for him and allowing him to claim my mouth in harsh, hungry strokes of his tongue.
He stepped toward me, prompting me to move with him. My ass bumped into the cool tile wall that surrounded the garden.
He finally tore his mouth from mine, gasping for air.
“I need you, Ashlyn,” he said, his voice rough with desire.
“Take me,” I urged, pressing my body against his. I craved him as fiercely as he craved me. “I need you, too.”
He groaned. “You make me so happy, babygirl. Daddy’s going to fuck you now. Are you ready to take my cock like a good girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I panted, losing myself in our strange new dynamic. “Please.” My core ached, and my thighs were slick with more than water.
He bit out a curse and reached for his belt buckle, freeing himself from his jeans. I stared down at him. He was just as big as Joseph, his girth a little wider.
“Touch me,” he ground out.
I stroked my fingers down his shaft, feeling him for the first time. He’d held me down and kissed me while Joseph licked my pussy, but I’d never been with Marco like this before. I wanted to learn every inch of him.
I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking more boldly. He growled his appreciation, but he didn’t give me much time to explore. His need was too intense, and so was mine.
He gripped my hips and turned me away from him. His big hand pressed between my shoulders, urging me to bend forward. I braced myself on my hands, my fingers digging into the cool garden soil as I thrust my ass back at him, offering myself.
His boot tapped my ankles, urging me to spread my legs wider for him. I complied, eager for him to join with me in the most intimate way possible.
“I don’t have a condom,” he ground out through gritted teeth. “But I’m clean. Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.” I’d gotten the shot a few months ago. I’d never had unprotected sex before, but I longed to feel Marco inside me, with no barrier between us. “Please, Daddy.” I arched my back, begging him with my body as well as my words.
“I like when you say my name, princess.”
I felt his cockhead pressing at my slick entrance, and I pushed back, welcoming him. His fingers curled into my hips, holding me securely in place as he slowly entered me, inch by delicious inch. My body stretched to accommodate him, my arousal intense enough to ease his way. When his balls finally hit my pussy lips, I felt wonderfully full.
He stayed still inside me for several long seconds, until I started squirming against him.
His palm cracked against my ass, and his hand tangled in my hair, pressing my head down so my cheek rested on the soft soil. I was trapped, pinned in place and rebuked. My inner muscles contracted around him as I realized how much bigger he was, how strong and powerful. I was helpless in his hands, but I knew he’d never do anything to hurt me.
My muscles fluttered around him, and he hissed in a breath. I felt his cock jerk inside me, and I whined my need. He had to move within me, he had to…
“Oh!” I cried out as his cockhead dragged over my g-spot.
“You like Daddy’s cock, babygirl?” he asked, the words rough with lust.
“Yes,” I cried out. “More, please.”
His grip on my hair shifted, tugging back. My head came up, his hold forcing me to arch against him. He drove back in, sinking impossibly deeper. I whimpered, and my fingers dug into the soil, scrambling for something to hold onto.
He started to take me faster, harder. With each thrust, pleasure lit up my system when he rubbed the sensitive spot at the front of my inner walls. The weight of his balls slapping against