Page 71 of Controlling Natasha

“You’ll see.Let’s go.”As soon as I push on the gas to get us out of the starting area, I wrap my arms around her middle so that my palms cup the bottom of her breasts and start thumbing her nipples.

Natasha squeals and releases the steering wheel to swat at my hands.

I’m determined, though.“Hands on the wheel, Natasha, before we crash.”

“Daddy,” she hisses.“I can’t drive with you touching my nipples.”

“You better learn then.”I pinch them both and resume flicking them.

She moans as we nearly run into the wall.

“Steer, Little one.”

As she grabs the wheel to right the go-kart, I release one breast and bring that hand down to cup her pussy.

“Daddy,” she nearly screams, totally uninhibited.

I smile, stroke her folds, and then take pity on her and move my hand to her breast again.

“I’m never going to be able to trust you,” she yells as she steers.“You’re constantly springing something new on me.”

“That’s the plan.”

By the time she pulls up to the finish line, she’s panting.I climb out first, and when I help her to her feet, she wobbles, making me chuckle.

“You don’t play fair, Daddy,” she growls under her breath as I take her hand and lead her away from the go-karts.

“Never.I’ll never play fair.I play to win.”When we come around the corner, I stop and flatten her to the wall in a slightly secluded section.I press my body against hers suggestively.“I willalwayswin, Little one.”

“I believe you.”

I want to kiss her so badly, but we’re not having our first kiss in this entertainment center, a stolen kiss against a wall where anyone could see us.But I need to kiss her.I’m done waiting.I grab her hand, turn around, and nearly drag her back through the crowded center to the front door.

A blast of cold air hits us.We didn’t bring our coats inside because we didn’t want to keep track of them.I squeeze her hand.“Come on.Let’s run.”

She skips alongside me until we get to the SUV.I quickly open her side and help her in before rounding to mine.

After starting the engine, turning on the heated seats, and pushing my seat back, I turn toward her.“Come here.”

Her brows rise.“What?”

I reach for her, lift her, and drag her over the console so that she ends up sideways in my lap.

She giggles for a moment but then meets my gaze and sobers because I’m not laughing.I’m cupping her face and staring into her deep brown eyes.“You’re mine.”

“You’ve mentioned that.”

“I need to kiss you.”

She makes a dramatic gesture, flipping her wrist and looking at her pretend watch.“You can’t kiss me for ten more hours.Midnight.That’s the end of my week.”

I slide my hands up her back and draw her closer until our lips are an inch apart.“Do you think you’re going to change your mind about wanting to be my Little girl in the next ten hours?”

“No, but I wasn’t going to change my mind for the past seven days either, and yet…”

I grip the back of her head and pull her the rest of the way.I start our kiss soft and gentle.I want to remember this, every second of it, but more importantly, I want Natasha to remember this, too.I want to make an impression.It’s her first kiss.I’m the only man she will ever kiss.If she has any doubts about committing to me, I want to obliterate them right now.

She’s panting as I nibble around her soft lips before increasing the intensity, tipping my head to the side, angling hers the other way, and fully claiming her mouth.I stroke her lips with my tongue immediately, demanding she open for me.

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