Page 47 of Blake

“Then let go, darling. The moment I hear you come, I’m gonna fill up that sweet little butt of yours with everything I’ve got.”

Savannah didn’t need telling again. The second she’d been granted permission, she came harder than he’d ever felt her come before, her asshole tightening and throbbing around his cock, instantly milking the cum out of him as he filled her up.

“Holy fuck,” he panted. “Slip your finger inside your pussy. Feel those muscles throbbing.”

Savannah did as she was told, moaning with delight.

They stayed like that for quite some time, until Savannah had completely stopped trembling. Then, as they caught their breaths, Blake tenderly turned Savannah around and gathered her in his arms, holding her close.

"Daddy . . . I'm sorry for not following your instructions earlier," Savannah murmured, her voice muffled against his chest. “I got lost in my own world.”

"Hey, it's okay. You took your discipline like a champ."

"I know. And I promise I'll do better." She looked up at him, her eyes filled with sincerity and determination.

"Good girl. Let's focus on building a safe, sexy, and fun future together, alright?" Blake suggested, brushing a stray curl from her forehead.

"Sounds perfect to me," Savannah agreed, snuggling closer to him as they soaked in the tranquility of the forest around them, their bond strengthened by the shared experiences of the day.

They washed briefly in the river, then Blake led them back to the shelter Savannah had built.

“Good thing we didn’t leave this fire unmanned for too long,” he said. Then, he opened up his bag and took out a pack of marshmallows, and skewered two of them on sticks and sat down, starting to toast them.

“Ooh, yummy!” said Savannah. “I like toasted marshmallows almost as much as Butterfingers!”

Blake stared into Savannah’s emerald green eyes, his heart swelling with love for this strong, beautiful woman who had entered his life and turned it upside down.

"Hey, Savvy," he began, his voice soft and hesitant. "I have something to tell you."

Savannah propped herself up on one elbow, curiosity lighting her eyes. "What is it, Daddy?"

"Remember that candy bar I gave you this morning? It’s my favorite candy for a reason." He paused, taking a deep breath. "You'rethe reason I started carrying those around. We actually met when we were kids."

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and she searched his face for any hint of jest. "What do you mean?"

"You were only a kid at the time. I wasn’t much older, but I'll never forget it. We were under a bridge. You were being bullied for holding a stuffie, and I chased the assholes away. I gave you one of my candy bars, and ever since that day, they've been my favorite, too."

The realization dawned on her face as she gasped. "Oh my god. You’re the Butterfinger boy?”

Blake nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yep. That’s me.”

“Holy bananas. I’d forgotten all about that. But Butterfingers always made me feel kinda . . . looked after somehow. Now I remember why.” She grinned. “Ooh, you were pretty hot as a teenager. I went under that bridge looking for you a few times after that happened, but I never found you.”

Blake smiled. “I went there looking for you too. Damn, I’m sorry we missed each other.”

“Lucky for you, I still think you’re pretty hot. In fact, you’re much hotter now.”

Blake handed Savannah a gooey marshmallow. “Give it a minute before you eat it,” he said. “It’s burning right now.” He cleared his throat. “You know, meeting you as a teenager kinda changed the course of my life.”

Her eyes widened. “It did?”

“I was mad as hell around that time. My parents had been killed in this mindless shootout, and I wanted to rip my heart out and stamp all over it. Then, I saw you, getting treated like crap by these lowlife jerks, and I realized that I didn’t want to destroy my own life, after all. I wanted to destroytheirs. All the assholes who hurt innocent people. I wanted to make the world a better place.”

“Oh, Blake. That’s . . . beautiful.”

“I joined the military a few months after that. Ended up joining special ops, and it felt amazing to fight for good like that . . . but then Chloe disappeared. I came home from the military. I made a vow to find the assholes who did it. That’s how me and my brothers ended up setting up Paladin Security.”

“You’ve been on such a journey,” said Savannah, looking into his eyes with an expression of deep sympathy.

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