"Lily actively promoted you, said you were very good. So I'd like to find out for myself. You remember what I was like, and you accept me as I am now — even without considering that you're the one who pulled me and my daughter out of that hell."
"For me, as for many of my sisters, you're the only one we're willing to let get close."
Covering the girl's lips with his own, Ray gave her a tender kiss. His calloused hands began to roam over her body. When their lips reluctantly parted and Ray began to take off her T-shirt, Kira raised her arms.
Lily had awakened Ray's dominant side, which he hadn't known about before.
But now it stepped aside — he was acting as if the girl before him was innocent. Now his main task was to remind Kira that sex could be pleasant.
To say he loved Kira would be an exaggeration. But she was very important to him.
Noticing the fear in her eyes, Ray leaned toward her ear and whispered softly:
"Don't be afraid. I'll take care of you."
Having said that, he unclasped her bra and gently laid Kira on the couch.
After Kira took off Ray's T-shirt and saw the numerous scars on his body, she clearly understood that this man had been on the brink many times. In the past, when they were at the beach, there hadn't been a single scar on his body.
Usually, when a man loomed over her, she felt only fear and disgust. But seeing his scarred body, she felt a long-forgotten sense of security.
And looking into his green eyes — even if they had lost their former brightness, but were full of sincere care — she finally knew for sure: this was the only man to whom she could willingly give herself.
Even if there was no love in his gaze — the care his eyes gave, and the sense of security for Kira's wounded soul, were enough. The truth was that after her husband sold her, the girl had lost faith in love.
Ray was in no hurry. His tongue roamed over the girl's body, his lips left tender kisses, his hands also didn't stay idle — they slid over Kira's sweating body. The contrast between Ray's rough hands and his tender kisses created an unusual bouquet of sensations, and very soon Kira's soft lips parted, filling the room with sweet moans. Kira didn't try to hold them back.
After roaming over the upper part of Kira's body, Ray gave all his attention to her nipples. He licked and nibbled them. At some point, Kira began to gently stroke his head.
She was afraid to take the initiative — she was afraid of making a mistake and destroying the warm relationship that remained between them despite everything. But Ray proved that despite all the horror she had endured, she could still enjoy a man's touch. Kira's fear slowly dissolved in his caresses, and her moans grew sweeter.
Deep down, Kira feared that Ray would be disgusted by her. But when the man's tongue tenderly traced her labia, Kira's last doubts vanished like smoke. The girl's crippled soul filled with long-forgotten warmth.
Catching the pink bead of her clitoris, Ray began to play with it. The girl's sweet moans reaching his ears were very pleasing. Over so many years, his views on sex hadn't changed: for him, a girl's pleasure would always be the top priority.
Under such pressure, Kira was overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure. As soon as the wave subsided, Kira realized Ray had stopped. Along with this realization came a sense of loss.
As if understanding her confusion, Ray said tenderly:
"I've shown you that you can still feel pleasure."
"Part of me wants to go further, but I'm not sure we need to. Besides, Yuno confessed to me."
"You're right. I myself didn't expect to feel anything like that."
"Even my ex-husband couldn't give me such sensations, even though there was a time when I really loved him. I think you're the only man in this world who can make me moan so sweetly, Daddy."
"Your words certainly stroke my already oversized ego, but there are almost four billion men in the world. I think there's bound to be a couple worthy of you."
"Hey, I'm not trying to privatize you. All I need is a little of your affection. I'm sure Yuno wouldn't mind. If you want, I'll talk to her myself, but let's go all the way. You're right, there are plenty of men in the world, but there's no one else like you."
Having said that, Kira timidly reached for a kiss. The fear that Ray might pull away returned to the girl, but when their lips touched and he didn't, Kira pushed him onto the couch.
Now on top, she began covering his body with kisses, her tender tongue tenderly tracing each scar, as if trying to heal them. Kira was far from medicine, but she could clearly see that some of these scars were the result of very serious wounds.
The death of Tami and Alexandra made Ray suppress his doubts and let the girl take the initiative. Besides, holding back his animal urges while caressing such a beauty was very difficult, even for him.
Ray was sure that if not for his pants, which had become a source of discomfort, he wouldn't have been able to stop.
"Relax, Daddy. Let your girl take charge."
With these words, Kira pulled off his pants. It was a very difficult task, but daddy's girl managed it.
Realizing how hard it had been for Ray to hold back for so long, Kira decided not to wait any longer and very slowly lowered herself onto his member. The girl had no fear, no doubt. She simply wanted to enjoy the moment.
When the member was inside, Kira felt a long-forgotten feeling of pleasant fullness. It had been a very long time since she'd had a man whose intimacy evoked anything but disgust.
As the girl gradually increased her pace, Ray's hands roamed over her body. Kira never thought such rough hands could give so much tenderness.
For a girl, she was very tall, but even so, next to Ray, she felt like a little girl.
The bouquet of long-forgotten sensations quickly brought the girl to the edge, giving her a new wave of pleasure. That night, the room was filled not only with moans of pleasure but also with the girl's sweet words, begging her daddy to fuck her.