Page 31 of Daddy's Girl

Before I can react, her small hand is unsnapping the wallet from its chain with nimble fingers. She holds it up triumphantly.

"What's in here, I wonder?" she asks, voice light with mischief.

I freeze for a split second, thrown by her boldness. Then my blood heats as her intent registers.

"Delaney." My voice carries a warning she chooses to ignore. “A man’s wallet is sacred ground. Give it back.”

As fast as a cat, she’s popped open the door and scrambled off my lap onto the dirt road, waving the wallet in the air. Smiling.

Fuck, now what do I do?

"Come and get it, Daddy," she teases.

I'm out of the truck behind her, chasing that fucking smile that’s going to get me into trouble for the rest of my life. I know it already. But she's already running down the path that parallels the road, laughing over her shoulder.

"Don't you dare," I growl, but there's no real anger behind it. Just the thrill of the hunt awakening.

She wants to play? Fine. We'll play.

Tracking and chasing always lit me up in the service. But chasing her? Fucking inferno level heat knowing when I catch her teasing ass, I’m going to pound it.

She's quick, but I'm quicker. I let her think she's getting away, enjoying the sway of her hips as she runs, the flash of her bare legs and her ass in the afternoon sun. She glances back, sees me gaining, and squeals—a sound so girlish and free it makes my chest ache.

Twenty feet down the path, I’ve got her. One arm bands around her waist, easily sweeping her off her feet. She yelps, squirming and twisting, still clutching the wallet like it matters.

"Caught you," I growl into her ear, spinning her toward an old split-rail fence that marks the edge of the clearing, glancing over my shoulder to make sure we’re not in full view of the road. My cock is rock-hard against her ass, and I grind against her, letting her feel exactly what she does to me. "Now what should I do with a little thief?"

Her breath comes in excited pants, her back pressing against my chest as I walk her the last few steps to the fence.

"You’re going to give me back what’s mine," I say, plucking the wallet from her fingers and tossing it into the grass. My hand slides possessively up her throat, tilting her head back against my shoulder. "And maybe I'll take something else, too."

"Jack—" she starts, but I cut her off.

"What did you just call me?" I bite the tender spot where her neck meets her shoulder, just hard enough to make her gasp.

"Daddy," she yelps, the word sending a surge of heat straight to my cock. "I'm sorry, Daddy."

"No, you're not." I laugh low against her skin. "But you will be."

In one fluid motion, I bend her forward over the top rail of the fence. My hand presses firmly between her shoulder blades, holding her down easily. She weighs nothing compared to me, a doll I could snap in half if I weren't so goddamn careful.

She gasps, hands gripping the weathered wood, ass perfectly positioned and waiting. I trace the curve of her spine, shoving the hem of the dress higher, marveling at how small she is beneath me, how completely I could cover her with my body.

"This what you wanted, baby girl? To see if I'd chase you down?" My finger hooks in the waistband of the pink panties I just bought her, tugging them down over the curve of her ass. "To see what happens when you play games with Daddy?"

She whimpers, pressing back against me. "Maybe."

I bring my palm down on her bare ass, the crack echoing across the clearing. Not hard enough to really hurt—just enough to sting, to remind her who's in charge. The red print of my hand blooms on her pale skin like a masterpiece.

"Maybe isn't good enough." Another smack, on the other cheek this time. "I need words, Delaney. Clear ones."

"Yes," she gasps, fingers digging into the fence rail. "I wanted you to chase me. Wanted this."

"Good girl," I praise, sliding my hand between her legs, finding her already wet. "So fucking wet for me. For Daddy."

She moans, pushing against my fingers. "Please."

I unzip my jeans, freeing myself with a hiss. My cock springs out, angry and ready, obscenely large against her tiny frame. The cool air is a shock against my overheated skin, but it's nothing compared to the searing heat as I align myself and push into her in one smooth thrust.

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