MATED TO FATHER, FAT Chapter 58: GO ON YOUR KNEES

Chapter 58: GO ON YOUR KNEES

AMARIS

I had no self respect. I had always kept a moral high ground because I was still a virgin at my early twenties but right now, I knew I had little to no moral.

His tongue pushed past my lips demanding entrance and I gave it to him, opening for him while his hands fisted in my hair to hold me exactly where he wanted me.

He kissed me like he was trying to devour me whole, like he could consume every thought and protest and bit of resistance I had left through this one connection. His tongue stroked against mine, deep and claiming, tasting every corner of my mouth until I forgot how to breathe properly.

Every nerve in my body weakened to his touch as I dissolved in his mouth even though I knew I should be pushing him away.

Should have been remembering all the reasons this was wrong, all the ways this would blow up in my face, all the consequences waiting for us if anyone found out.

Instead my hands went around his neck and pulled him closer, my body arching against his like it had been waiting for this, like every other touch before now had just been practice for the real thing.

His mouth left mine and immediately went to my neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin there while one hand found my breast and squeezed.

I gasped and my head fell back, giving him better access while pleasure shot through my nervous system like lightning.

Then his mouth traveled lower, kissing down to my collarbone, across the swell of my breast, until finally his tongue found my nipple.

The second his mouth covered it I gasped so loud I had to slap my hand over my mouth to muffle the sound. My other hand went to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands not sure if I was trying to pull him away or hold him there while he sucked and licked and did things with his tongue that made my entire body light up.

His hands left my breasts while his mouth continued its assault, moving down to grip the hem of my nightgown and start pulling it up.

I caught his wrists, stopping him even though his mouth was still on my nipple. "Ryker."

He paused but did not remove his mouth, just licked my nipple like it was the last taste he would get before finally pulling back to look at me. He towered over me, his eyes dark and pupils blown wide.

"I want you to teach me how to pleasure you," I blurted out before I could lose my nerve.

Ryker stared at me for a long moment. "Am I teaching you all this so you can do it on someone else?"

"You said you wanted to ruin me," I challenged, trying to sound braver than I felt.

"But somehow it feels like you are still preserving me for him."

I don’t know what had gotten into me. It was almost like my mouth were speaking and I was just an observer.

His hands left my hem and came up to tilt my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. "Be careful what you ask for."

"Teach me how to pleasure you too," I repeated.

He took a step back and his eyes raked over me. "Remove the rest of your gown."

My hands shook as I pushed the fabric down over my hips, letting it pool at my feet until I was standing completely naked in front of him. Instinct made my hands come up to cover myself but he grabbed my wrists and pulled them away.

"I need you to be as bold as you were asking," Ryker commanded. "Can you do that?"

"I am," I lied.

He looked at me for a long moment. "Do you think I don’t like you?"

The question caught me off guard. "Why are you asking me that while I am naked?"

"I need to hear it," he pressed.

I swallowed. "I think you are using me."

"Good," Ryker responded, and the word should have hurt but somehow did not. "Because the things I am going to make you do, you will feel properly used. So I am giving you a chance to back down now."

I looked at him, at this beautiful dangerous man who had killed for me today and was now offering me an out I absolutely should take.

"I am not backing out," I whispered. "I want this."

He stared at me like he was searching for doubt, for hesitation, for any sign I did not mean it. Whatever he found must have satisfied him because he nodded once.

"Okay," he said. "Go on your knees."

I blinked. "What?"

"You wanted to learn how to pleasure me right?" Ryker’s voice had gone lower, rougher. "Then go on your knees. Obey me Amaris."

I gulped and slowly lowered myself down, my knees hitting the floor while my brain screamed questions about what kind of degrading thing he wanted me to do like this.

He pulled his dark shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

My eyes immediately went to his chest, to the muscle and the old scars and the way his skin caught the moonlight coming through my window. I had seen him shirtless before, twice to be precise, had watched him fight today covered in blood, but this was different.

This was him standing in my room at midnight while I knelt naked at his feet.

His hands went to his trousers and with one swift movement he pushed them down, stepping out of them and kicking them aside.

His hard length sprang free and my eyes widened because I had never seen a man’s cock before, had only vague ideas from whispered conversations and medical diagrams that did not prepare me for the reality of it.

He was big.

Really big.

He smirked at my expression. "Was this what you were expecting?"

I shook my head, unable to form words.

"No," I finally managed. "It looks very big. I am not sure it can fit."

Ryker bit back a laugh and walked closer, and even on my knees I was not level with his length. He crouched down so we were eye to eye.

"Trust me," he murmured, his hand coming up to cup my face. "It will fit everywhere."

I bit my lip, nervous energy making my skin feel too tight. "Everywhere? Where else does it go?"

He dropped his mouth to mine in a brief kiss that tasted like promise and danger. "Baby girl, by the time I am done with you, it will have been in every single hole in your body."