Page 19 of Daddy's Heart

"Bedroom," I growl against her mouth. "Now."

She doesn't argue. We practically run like two teenagers out of the little living room, me dragging her by the hand, blankets falling on the floor with her giggling and bouncing, making every fucking dirty dream I have already come true.

I lay her out on my bed with one swift lift and toss, tugging her hair out of the loose bun on her head and smoothing it across my pillow. She's still in her damp clothes, and I can see her nipples hard against the thin fabric. Every generous curve, every soft line of her body calls to something primal in me.

"Look at you," I tell her, running my hands down her sides, following every dip and swell. "So fucking beautiful. I’m gonna enjoy every inch."

She arches into my touch, and the movement makes her shirt ride up, exposing her soft belly that I want to mark with my teeth.

"Take this off for me, baby girl," I say, tugging at her shirt.

She sits up and pulls it over her head, and the sight of her in just that bra that is damn near an exact match of my eye color makes my vision go hazy. She’s got those full, mother earth sort of breasts spilling over pale blue lace, nipples poking through the fabric making me salivate. The soft roll of her belly, the way her hips flare out, is like a teenage fever dream. She's fucking gorgeous and even if she doesn’t know it yet, she’s all fucking mine.

"Christ. Perfect." I lean down and press my face between her breasts, breathing her in. "Look at these tits, baby girl. So many things I want to do right fucking here..." My hand spans across her stomach, fingers spreading wide. "I'm going to map every inch of you."

“There’s a lot of inches. I hope you have time—" There's laughter in her voice, but it breaks off in a gasp when I take hold of her nipple through the lace.

I work my hands around her back, fingers working at the hooks of her bra, making me growl when they fight back.

“Been awhile since you unhooked a girl’s bra?” She giggles into my shoulder, lifting her chest as I lick her cleavage.

“You busting my balls? You thought I was some smooth sailor, all expert fingers and gigolo moves?”

“Well, I don’t think I’d want to bust your balls, that sounds painful, and you have enough issues going on down there right now.”

“Brat.” I nip at the soft flesh, finally releasing the last little hook and tug that bad boy off, holding it up and pulling a strap tight on my index finger, my other hand drawing back the elastic, then sling-shotting it across the room. “If I had my way, no more bras. I want to see those babies all loose and free.”

She laughs, and it makes my heart fucking sing as I look at her tits, Jesus, they are life giving, falling down her chest, curving slightly off to the sides.

“I’m not sure Wildfire is ready for me to go braless on Main Street.”

“Fuck Wildfire,” I mumble, my mouth full of one of her broad, wide nipples, my dick weeping in my boxers at the thought of how these tits will feel when I’m fucking them.

She's arching and gasping and making these little sounds that make me feel like a king.

"Please," she whispers, and I don't think she even knows what she's asking for.

But I do.

"Please what, baby girl? Use your words for Daddy."

"I... I don't know. I just need..."

"I know what you need." I work my way down her body, pressing kisses to her ribs, her belly, the sensitive spot just above her hip bone. "Daddy's going to take care of you."

When I reach the waistband of her leggings, I look up at her. "These come off too."

She lifts her hips, and I peel them down her legs along with her panties. And then she's naked in my bed, all soft curves and flushed skin, and I think I might actually die from wanting her.

I take a moment just to look. The generous swell of her hips, the soft thickness of her thighs, the way her breasts fall naturally against her chest. Every curve, every soft line, every inch of her lush body is absolute perfection.

"Fuck me," I breathe. "Look at you. All this softness, all these curves. You're a goddamn goddess, baby girl."

“Colt—"

“I’m fucking serious. Now, spread your legs for me. Let Daddy see what's his."

A flicker of hesitation. I press into her thighs, coaxing them apart. The creamy flesh with a dance of curls at the top and the peek of her pink wetness steals my breath. I’ve always been in control, or so I thought. The fire reminded me of how fleeting that is. Still, I held onto that belief, thinking if I could just control everything around me…what? I’d be safe? I could keep everyone else safe?

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