Page 27 of My Boyfriend's Possessive Daddy

“That makes two of us, baby girl.”

She plants her hands on my chest and starts to ride, sliding herself up and down. Elodie leans down and kisses me. It’s slow and tender, and it stirs something deep within my soul. With the sun behind her, a golden nimbus shines around Elodie, leaving me awestruck. She looks like an angel. Her rhythm is slow and sensuous, and I can’t stop staring at the way she moves. Her demeanor is demure, but the sensual way she rises and falls on top of me is hypnotic. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I say.

Elodie’s body tightens around me as she rolls her hips. She leans forward and her long, golden locks cascade down with her, tickling my chest. Her face turns bright crimson, and she bites her bottom lip as she starts to ride me faster.

“Fuck me, baby girl,” I say. “Fuck me harder.”

She bites her bottom lip, and her face turns bright crimson as she picks up her pace. Her lips waver and her voice is breathy as she cries out. Elodie sits up, ramrod straight, and throws her head back, her entire body tightening up around me for a moment before she thrashes wildly on top of me.

“I’m coming, Daddy,” she gasps.

Watching her wiggle and shake as she’s caught in the grips of a powerful orgasm is incredibly sexy, and I can’t take my eyes off her. It’s only when she slumps forward, planting her hands on my chest, her breathing ragged and her eyes sparkling bright that the trance is broken. She giggles lightly and bites her bottom lip.

“That’s something else I’ll never get tired of feeling,” she stammers.

I grab her by the hips, and she lets out a squeal of surprise when I flip her over onto her back. Elodie laughs and wraps her legs around my waist as I brace myself on my arms, my face hovering mere inches from hers. We gaze into each other’s eyes for a long moment before I lean down and kiss her. At the same time, I nestle the head of my cock against her opening and gently slide forward, sinking deeper into her. Her eyes roll back in her head as a soft moan drifts from her slightly parted lips.

“You are so amazing, baby girl,” I say. “I love being inside you.”

“I love having you so deep in me, Daddy.”

We share another kiss as I start moving within her, the sensation of my cock sliding against her slippery inner walls sending electric shockwaves through my body. This girl lights me up in ways I’ve never experienced before and I can’t get enough of her. Elodie grabs my forearms, her nails digging into my skin, and our gazes lock as I roll my hips in a slow, steady rhythm.

The sun beats down on us and beads of sweat dot our skin as our bodies move together to a sensual and erotic beat. A soft breeze stirs the grass around us and cools our skin, carrying the sound of our moans and sighs across the valley with it. Her grip on my staff is so tight, I’m already growing taut. The pressure builds up deep inside of me, and Elodie’s unflinching eye contact makes it all so much more intense and drives me to the edge. She feels so good I know I’m not going to last very much longer. I shudder as Elodie’s full lips brush my ear.

“Come for me, Daddy. I want you to come for me,” she whispers and bites my earlobe.

I push deep into her one final time and hold myself there as I’m overcome by a sense of weightlessness. A loud groan bursts from my mouth as my cock pulses, and I explode inside of Elodie, shooting thick ropes deep into her. She trembles and shakes as I fill her up, a stuttering cry blending with mine. My cock continues to throb as I empty every last drop into her.

Looking down at her, my heart thunders in my chest, and I take a minute to catch my breath. And when I do, I roll off her and flop onto my back. Elodie nuzzles up next to me and lays her head on my chest. Together, we stare up at the sky. I watch the cotton candy-like clouds drifting across the azure field and realize I feel good. No, not good. I’m happy. Genuinely happy. And I know it’s because of the woman lying next to me.

Elodie makes me feel things I’m not used to. She makes me feel things I didn’t think I was capable of. It’s overpowering, and I don’t know how to give voice to those feelings, let alone what to do with them. Elodie props herself up on her arm and looks down at me with a wide, warm smile on her face. Her face is a complex web of emotions that seem to match my own, and like me, she seems to be struggling to get them out.

“Today was absolutely perfect,” she says. “Thank you.”

“No, baby girl. Thank you.”

13

ELODIE

“Imiss having you here,” she says. “Not that I mean to make you feel guilty or anything. I’m just saying.”

“I miss being here with you too,” I reply honestly.

“You do?”

I nod. “Of course I do.”

She smiles and seems genuinely touched. We’re sitting at the table in the breakfast nook, having a little lunch. We’d gotten out for a walk earlier, and much to my surprise, she listened to me when I told her it was time to turn back so we didn’t overdo it. She insisted on making us lunch, though. It was a fairly low-stress activity, so I didn’t object too much. It sounds silly to say, but Mam always makes the best sandwiches. They just taste better than what I whip up.

“I don’t want you to think I’m trying to convince you to move back here or anything, dear. I’m just enjoying having you here again is all,” Mam clarifies.

I laugh softly. “I’m enjoying being here with you, Mam. I really am. Being here is making me realize how many little things I miss about this town.”

It’s a confession that surprises me because it’s true. Most times when I come home, aside from spending time with Mam, being back in Emerson is an exercise in torture. Not anymore. I know a lot of it has to do with Ethan. And it honestly has nothing to do with the sex. It’s just that being with him and seeing my hometown through his eyes makes me appreciate a lot of things I took for granted when I lived here. It makes me see Emerson differently. With him, I’m enjoying facets of life in this town I never really considered before.

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