Page 14 of V-Day Daddy Stalker

She nods. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Oh baby girl, you have no idea what you’re asking for.” I smile as I punch my hips forward once more. Hard.

She takes it, smiling. “I’m not as breakable as you think.”

I chuckle softly. “I know you’re not. I think you were made for me.” I thrust my hips harder, fucking this girl into submission.

She’s so fucking tight.

My thoughts turn darker as the need to come inside her overtakes me.Fucking mineis on repeat in my mind as I continue claiming her, screwing her into the matress.Fuck she feels so damn good.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell her over and over as I squeeze onto her ass with one hand. I rest my forehead along hers, breathing her in as our lips come together. “You’re so fucking pretty,” I whisper against her lips.

My heartbeat hammers away inside me as my body heats up to an inferno level. There’s no stopping me now as I keep screwing her. I’m like a man possessed. A wild beast unleashed and out of control.

I keep fucking her, grunting as I keep rutting away inside her. She grips onto me, her own sounds filling the empty room.

“Oh yes, Daddy,” she calls out as her pussy becomes even tighter. “I’m coming.”

Fuck yes. I am in love with her.

Her nails rake down my back as her thighs tighten their hold around my waist. I smile with pride as I make her come all over me.

“I know I said I’d pull out…” my words fall away as I keep thrusting my dick deep inside of her, unable to stop. “I’m so fucking there,” I tell her. “Fuuuuck.”

My cock goes off like a firework as I push even deeper inside her. I know I shouldn’t tempt fate like this, but I could think of worse things in life than getting this woman pregnant with my kid.

And the more I think about it, the more the idea takes root. I want her pregnant.

I want her to be mine, always.

“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her as I keep coming deep inside her.

“Daddy,” she moans out as my body jerks through the last of my orgasm.

I’m spent as I smooth a hand over her hair. “You handled me so well, baby.”

She smile, proud of herself. “I loved that.”

“Good, because we’re going to be doing a lot more of that.” I pull myself out of her, making my way to the bathroom in the hallway to get her a warm washcloth.

She smiles at me before I head out the door.

I could get used to this.

9

Sienna

I stare at the ceiling, heart still hammering in my chest, as the sunlight filters in through a crack in the curtains. My whole body feels languid, heavy in the aftermath of what just happened. The sheets are warm against my skin—and they smell faintly of Dane’s cologne, that subtle, woodsy scent that makes me feel safe and alive all at once.

I let out a slow breath, replaying everything in my mind. Just hours ago, I never would have believed I’d be lying here like this, tangled up in my sheets. He’s gone to fetch something—maybe a towel or a glass of water, he said. And I’m left alone with my thoughts, which are running wild.

We slept together. The realization hits me again and again, a thrilling, terrifying echo. I’m eighteen; I’m an adult. There’s nothing illegal about it. But that doesn’t stop my heart from pounding with worry. Because what will my parents think? Mom might be heartbroken at the idea of me with someone so close to her age—someone she’s known for years as a family friend. And Dad…

I swallow hard, shutting my eyes against the wave of dread. My father has always trusted Dane. They’ve been business partners, confidants, practically brothers in everything but blood. How on earth will Dad react to the news that his best friend is now with his daughter?

My heart races just imagining that conversation. The last thing I want is to come between my father and someone he cares about. I can’t bear the thought of ruining their friendship, of causing a rift in my own family. And yet, here I am, feeling more certain than ever that I love Dane. That I don’t want to be without him.

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