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It felt like an out of body experience, with his fingers pumping and her pussy pulsing and sucking on him. She could still feel him licking as he pulled out of her. Eyes glazed with lust, she watched him suck his fingers clean. Then he was kissing her, a hand wrapped around the back of her neck.

“What are you going to do to me now, hotshot?” she whispered into the kiss, playfully nibbling on his top lip.

He slid his hands around her waist and down to her hips, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. She started to pull away when he lifted and tossed her over his shoulder. She laughed at the shift of angle and slapped his bare ass as he turned around and walked out of the bathroom. Clearly his firefighter training had prepared him well, because he did it so effortlessly. Not once, but twice now.

Seconds later, she was dropped on the soft mattress as he climbed over her, eyes dark with desire as he stared down at her.

“I’m going to fuck you now, darlin’. Make you come so hard you forget your name, make it impossible to walk orthink or breathe without remembering how deep inside of you I am,” he mumbled and her breath hitched. This was a whole new andwonderfulside of Rafferty. “Does that work for you, sweetheart?”

Swallowing back a moan, she nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

CHAPTER 30

Yes, Daddy.

He smirked at the hunger in her eyes, because he was now completely addicted to her calling him that every day for the rest of their lives. This woman was not only the greatest person he’d known, but the best thing he’d seen in decades. There was a part of him that wanted to be an animal and take her like that, bury himself as deep as he promised a few minutes ago. The other part wanted to love her, kiss every inch of that delicious body once more and as many times as he could. Then make love to her.

“Raff.” Her voice was small, a slight furrow on her brow. “You with me, hotshot?”

“Yeah. Making sure this is real.”

“This is very real,” she whispered, hands sliding along his body and down to where his cock was hardening again.

He grabbed her wrists and raised them over her head. “Keep them there.”

She wriggled, making her breasts bounce with the slight movement and he dipped his head to lick a nipple. Daisy gasped, her hands threading through his hair as soon as he released her. He knew she wouldn’t follow instructions, and he would allowit this one time. He licked, sucked and nipped at her skin as he crawled down her body, the sounds of her moaning spurring him on. Stopping at her soft stomach, he looked up and smirked at the look in her eyes—dark with desire and sparking with impatience.

“You’re not doing what I told you.”

“I need to touch you.” She huffed and reluctantly raised her arms over her head again, putting her beautiful body on display for him. Rafferty kissed as he moved over her again, lowering his hips and pressing against hers. She gasped at the contact. Between the wet lace rubbing against him and the way she stared, he was fully hard again. He caught her mouth in a rough kiss, drawing another sound out of her while continuing to rub himself against her wet center. She lifted her hips to rock with his movements, and he raised his body off hers.

“Minx,” he teased, sitting up on his knees and she smirked in response. At this angle, she was an absolutely delicious sight to behold. His eyes traced her stretch marks and how it matched the silver lines he’d inked onto his left arm. He lingered on the skyline tattooed below her breasts and down to the flowers inked along her left side. He dragged a finger along the leaf that stretched onto her hip and sighed softly at how fucking perfect she was.

“I can’t…” he trailed off as he hooked his fingers into the top of her underwear. She lifted her hips and he slid the lace off before adding, “I can’t believe I’m yours.”

“Youaremine,” she replied.

He lifted the wet material to his nose and inhaled deeply before tossing it aside. “Does this make you mine?”

“I’ve always been yours, Raff. Since the morning I shared my Pop-Tart with you.”

“You remember that.”

She nodded. “I remember everything, honey. You and me, we’re meant to be.”

He smiled, heart pressing against his chest. “Yeah, sweetheart. Meant to be.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.Always.” As he spoke, Rafferty ran his hands down and under her thighs. He lifted her legs and pressed them towards her chest, his palms pushing against the soft flesh to spread her open.

“Raff!” she cried, hands scrambling to reach for him.

“You gotta be quiet. We don’t need anyone charging in here to protect you.”

“Warn a girl first.”

“I thought you wanted to be manhandled,” he countered and she opened her mouth to respond, but snapped it shut with a scowl.

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