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“Wow,” said Blake, looking down at her. “You’re amazing, little one.”

He turned off the wand, allowing her a brief rest, and Savannah panted, trying to catch her breath.

"I asked to comethreetimes a day on our DDlg contract," she murmured mischievously, batting her lashes at him.

"You did, didn’t you?" Blake smiled, his eyes full of love and adoration. He slowly stripped for her, then sat on the king-sized bed and gently lifted her onto his lap, positioning her in a tantric pose that allowed their bodies to mesh together perfectly.

“I want to look deep into your eyes as I fuck you today,” he growled. “And I want this to last a long, long time.”

He kissed Savannah tenderly, and then guided his thick hard-on inside her, groaning with relief as her warm wetness enveloped him. He shuddered with pleasure at the intimate connection.

"Rock back and forth on my cock," he instructed, his voice firm yet tender. "Let me see your beautiful face as you come undone."

Savannah's eyes widened at the intensity of their gaze, but she didn't look away. She moved her hips slowly, grinding against him with increasing passion. Blake could feel the heat building between them, the spark that had ignited when they first met now a raging inferno.

Savannah's breath hitched, her eyes locked onto Blake's as she continued to rock on his lap. "I thought you didn't like making eye contact during sex," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "You said it might make you fall in love."

Blake's heart swelled with affection for the woman in his arms, and he couldn't help but chuckle at her words. "Sweetheart," he murmured, his fingers digging into her hips as they moved together, "it's way too late for that. I'm head over goddamn heels for you."

A smile spread across Savannah's face, lighting up her green eyes like the sun breaking through storm clouds. “I know, Daddy,” she said softly. “I just wanted to hear you say it again. And again. And again.”

He kept his eyes fixed firmly on hers as he told her, “I love you, Savannah Sweet. I love you, I love you, I love you.” He continued to tell her in rhythm with each rock of their hips, until finally, he saw Savannah’s eyes begin to roll back. Her pussy clenched around him, her muscles fluttering around his cock like a freed butterfly.

He wanted to come so, so badly, but he forced himself to focus on her eyes, to stay hard and strong for as long as she needed him.

“You like to be in control sometimes,” he told her. “Well, you get to tell me when to come today, babygirl. Daddy’s going to be strong for you. He’s going to wait until you’re all done coming. Something tells me you need this release. So, come as many times as you like.”

Savannah blushed. The blush spread down her neck and across her chest. “I already had my three . . .”

“Have three hundred for all I care, baby. Daddy’s staying nice and thick for as long as you need to ride him.”

She grinned.

Their bodies continued to move in unison, their passion burning hotter with each passing moment. The movement was just gentle enough for Blake to focus on not coming, but the longer it went on, the more fucking amazing it felt. Like he was getting lost in it, like it was some kind of meditation.

As they fucked, they explored every inch of each other's bodies. Blake nibbled Savannah’s earlobe, bit her neck, lifted her breast to his lips and sucked on her nipple. He stroked her clit, slowly but relentlessly, eliciting four more shuddering orgasms from her.

Her body trembled with the intensity of them. She came more than either of them had ever imagined possible. And yet, it still wasn't enough. They needed more, craved more—more of each other, more of this newfound love that threatened to consume them both.

"God, you’re incredible," Blake growled into Savannah's ear, his voice thick with emotion as he held her close, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together. "I'll never let you go."

“F-fuck, Daddy,” Savannah moaned. “I need to feel you come in me now. I need to know how much you want me.”

Blake smiled. “Baby, you asked for it.”

He grabbed her ass, guiding her movements, helping her rock faster and faster, and as he felt the pressure grow in his balls, he knew he couldn’t wait much longer. He sunk his finger deep between her ass cheeks, entering her behind and making her gasp with pleasure at the very moment his cock unloaded into her.

He heard her scream his name as he came inside her, and he thought to himself: this is it. Paradise.

Chapter twenty

SAVANNAH

Sunlight streamed into the spacious playroom, lighting up the roof of the model house that stood proudly on the floor. Savannah meticulously arranged her dolls in various rooms of the miniature home, each member of the foster family smiling and content. It was the kind of sanctuary she had dreamed of as a child, and here it was, brought to life by Blake's skilled hands.

The doll house was a gift he’d given her the day they moved in—a replica model of the house they lived in. It felt good to play with her little foster family dolls, giving them the life she’d always dreamed of so that she could share in their joy.

"Everything is perfect," she whispered to the dolls, tucking a strand of curly auburn hair behind her ear as she leaned down to adjust them. She smiled at the thought of finally having the safety and love she craved.

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