Page 41 of Wild Daddy

I stand from the kitchen table and stretch. Watching Cade emerge from the enormous shed where he stores lots of gear and two other vehicles he uses for his excursions.

Just watching him walk makes me hot. He runs his hand through his hair, catching sight of me in the window and smiles with a nod, reaching down to grab himself, then pointing to hismouth, then to me and my pussy responds with a warm rush of heat.

He’s demanding and crude and rough. But, he feeds me and brushes my hair and listens when I’m spiraling out of control, then pulls me back to earth with grace and a calmness that transfers to me and the way my brain has adjusted to this new life, has me wondering if I’ll ever be able to live inside the world in which I was raised.

Cade bursts through the door, nodding at the table where my notebooks are stacked, laptop closed.

“You done?” The question is sharp as he walks my way, eyes on me, tongue gliding along his lower lip.

I barely nod before he grunts, “Good girl. Time for you to suck some cock.”

He’s got me on my knees and his cock pushing between my lips with a moan before I can protest.

“That’s my girl. Show Daddy how good you can suck.”

Pride blooms inside me as he makes these happy sounds. I experiment with my tongue, the pressure, my hands around the base, working the weight of his balls, with a squeeze and before long, the head of his cock fills my throat, his hands controlling my head like I’m a toy to be used.

“Fuck yeah. That’s what that pretty face is for. Getting fucked by Daddy’s fat dick. You’re such a big girl. Trying so fucking hard. Here comes your reward baby.”

I choke as he pushes down my throat, my palms feel the subtle pulsing on the underside of his shaft as tears fall on my cheeks and the first spurt of creamy warmth spreads over my tongue.

He uses me for his pleasure without shame and I can’t believe how much purpose it gives me.

When he’s finally done, he pulls out, putting himself away without a word, tapping me on the top of my head as cum andspit spill from my open mouth. My hair is a tangled mess, I’m panting and swiping the tears from my cheeks. “Good girl.”

He leaves me there, on my knees, moving around the cabin whistling and I don’t feel discarded or ignored. I feel, calm. Content. Happy.

"I love you," I say, the words tumbling out before I can stop them.

He goes very still, turning from the kitchen where he’s pouring himself a cup of coffee. "What did you say?"

My cheeks burn. "I said I love you. I know it's only been a few days and it's completely insane and you probably think—"

"I think," he says, cutting off my rambling, "that it feels like I've been waiting my whole life to hear those words from you."

"Really?"

"Really." He puts down his coffee mug, coming to me, crouching down, knees wide, cupping my face in his hands. "I love you too, Marley Voss. I love your brilliant brain and your stubborn streak and the way you make everything an adventure."

"I love that you see me," I whisper. "Really see me, not just what everyone expects me to be."

"I see you." He presses his forehead against mine. "And I love every complicated, beautiful, infuriating part of you."

We stay like that, just being like the only two people in the world. Which, for all practical purposes, we are.

"So what happens now?" I ask.

"Now, we take a shower, I eat your pussy, give you a good solid fuck, then we go to Sunday dinner and I introduce you to my brothers as the woman I'm going to marry."

My heart stops. "Marry?"

"Yep." His smile is soft and sure.

He stands on a soft groan. “I’ll get the shower warm, and,” He shakes his head, running his hand down his chest, “fair warning: my brothers are going to give you the third degree."

"What kind of third degree?"

"The kind that determines whether you're tough enough to be a Boone."

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