Page 240 of Let Me In

I moan—soft, shaky—as the pressure from his cock and the weight of his palm fuse into something molten. Something I can’t hold back.

“I’m close,” I breathe. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.”

He thrusts up, hard. Once. Twice.

“Come on my cock, little one. Just like that. Let Daddy feel it.”

My orgasm takes me in one hard pull—tight and shuddering. My mouth falls open in a soundless cry, hips stuttering, thighs trembling around his waist as I clamp down around him.

And Cal loses it.

“Fuck—fuck, yes—”

His jaw goes tight, every muscle in his body coiled as he drives up once, twice more—then a rumbling, raw sound builds up from his chest, and he comes.

Deep.

Hot.

Hard.

I feel every pulse. Every twitch. Every jet of heat spilling inside me, thick and endless.

His hand tightens—not squeezing, just grounding—as he grinds up into me, emptying everything he has.

“You feel that?” he pants, barely able to speak. “That’s me. All of me. Right where it belongs.”

I’m shaking.

So is he.

And he doesn’t pull out.

He stays inside.

His arms come around me, wrapping me down against his chest, lips brushing my hair.

“Mine,” he whispers, voice wrecked. “You’re mine. Inside. Out. Always.”

And I believe him.

Because I can feel it.

We don’t speak.

Our bodies are still pressed together, his cock softening inside me, his breath heavy against my hair. I don’t want to move. Can’t. Everything in me feels slow, raw, sated.

But Cal shifts.

Carefully. Gently.

He kisses my temple, then the tip of my nose, and whispers, “Stay right there, little one. I’ll take care of you.”

His voice is soft but edged with that same deep grit. Still Daddy. Still his.

I hum, eyes fluttering closed as I feel him slip out of me. Warmth and slickness drip between my thighs. I whimper at the emptiness, and he hushes me instantly.

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