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“Words, sweet girl.”

“You’re so much bigger than Brody,” I blurt out, the words flying from my lips before I can stop them.

Daddy Rex chuckles as he leans forward. “The better to fuck you with, my dear.”

In one smooth motion, he impales me, robbing me of my breath and my words in that one single stroke. His cock stretches me, opening me wide as he comes down onto his elbows, waiting as I accommodate to his massive size.

“Ready for me to fuck you like the dirty little princess you are?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, arching up into him.

CHAPTER 21

REX

Stephanie’s pussy feels like a dream, like it was made just for me. She ripples around my girth as she shifts about. Stretching over her, I grip her wrists in my hand as my other grabs her hip.

With slow, inexorable movements, I slide out of her welcoming warmth, only to slam back in again. She cries out in pleasure and need as I fuck her hard and fast. God, she’s stunning in the throes of passion.

Her black hair splays out around her face, framing her small features to perfection. No longer are her eyes a bright green. They’re mostly eaten up by her pupils until just a sliver remains.

Growling softly under my breath, I bend down and capture her nipple with lips, sucking hard. She bows up, another cry on her lips as her skin flushes a pretty pink. I go to her other nipple, sucking hard before biting down ever so gently with my teeth.

Her inner walls clench around me as I give her that bite of pain with her pleasure. My little pain slut will certainly be a perfect companion. She was made for this. Made for me.

Though I’ve never waxed poetic about soulmates before, I feel I found it in her. Bringing my hand down, I cradle her face while I bring my other over to her clit. With the way she’s looking at me, the way she’s gripping me, and the way she’swhispering ‘Daddy’ under her breath with each thrust, I know I won’t last long.

My balls draw up painfully tight. Even now, my knot starts to swell. Since this will be her first knot, I want to be buried deep inside her pretty little pussy before I fully expand. Gritting my teeth, I slow my thrusts, doing my best to prolong this feeling, this intimacy between us.

Sparks slide up and down my spine as her body clenches around mine. God, she feels like heaven even as I drag her down to the depths of depraved hell. Leaning down, I capture her lips with mine, kissing her as I slide in one last time.

Even with Brody’s mother, it was never like this. I never wanted to kiss her, to hold her, to dominate her, or care for her. Our relationship was pale, tame compared to this. For Stephanie, I would destroy the world if it kept her happy and safe.

A low growl rumbles in my chest, washing over Stephanie until she’s mindless with need. Just how I want her. I want her first time to be a vision of what’s to come between us. Strumming her clit, I keep her wrapped in pleasure as my knot expands, stretching her open.

Cum pours into her willing body, bathing her insides as my balls empty. My shout of pleasure roars ragged from my lips as I bend low and lap at her shoulder with my tongue. She’s not fully in her heat, but she’s close enough. Without this bond, there’s still that chance that she can walk away.

This is what Daddy does best. I leave nothing to chance. I want Stephanie, and I’m going to keep Stephanie. Once more, I glance into her eyes, noting how they’re all black. Certainly close enough.

Again, I nuzzle the spot and set my teeth against her skin. Her mewls of pleasure ripple over me, turning me inside out until I can’t think straight. I can’t go into the rut. Not yet. Notuntil I have her safely in the house. Closing my eyes, I bite down into her shoulder, my cock jerking inside her pussy as her skin gives way.

Her cries of passion morph into pain, and I purr as best as I can. Reaching between us, I continue to pleasure her, forcing her body to take the agony I’m bestowing and turn it into ecstasy. The moment I touch her, she goes pliant beneath me once more.

Blood fills my mouth as I stay clamped on, waiting for the bond to take hold. Slivers of threads shoot out between us, delicate at first, but growing with each passing second. Her mind is bare to mine, and I see everything.

Her pain, her passion, her deepest fears, and darkest desires all flood my brain like images projected onto a wall. I wrap my arms around my poor little girl, taking on what I can. Her anxiety, though it’s a known factor, floods me in stark relief. I feel just what a toll it takes on her.

There’s only so much I can do, and my care and protection alone won’t take it away. Part of me hates that I can’t eliminate this, that I can’t make her brain switch off so she can just breathe. Honestly, though, I wouldn’t change her for the world.

The anxiety is part of her. It’s what creates all these fascinating facets and nuggets of her personality. Even now, I can feel her trying to overthink things. Once she’s fully in her heat, things will quiet for a bit, but after she comes out of it, she’ll have lots of questions.

Reluctantly, I pull my lips away from her. Staring down into her beautiful eyes, glazed over and pitch black, I smile and run my thumb down her cheek. She frowns for a second, then tugs at her hands.

“What do you need, sweet girl?”

“You. I need you.”

“You have me, princess.”

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