Page 30 of Daddy's Heart

"Fucking perfect," he breathes. "Every inch of you. All these gorgeous curves, this soft skin... made for me to worship."

Then he's stripping off his own clothes, and I get my first real look at him. All that muscle I felt through his shirts, the broad chest covered in dark hair, the tattoo over his heart. He's beautiful in a rough, masculine way that makes my mouth go dry.

And then I see the scar.

It's on his right glute, puckered and still slightly pink. The gunshot wound I've been treating, but seeing it in context makes it somehow more real.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore." He settles between my thighs, bracing himself on his forearms. "Nothing hurts when I'm with you."

The words make my chest tight with emotion. Then he's kissing me again, deep and thorough, and I stop thinking about anything except the weight of him on top of me.

"This body belongs to me," he says against my throat, his hand skimming down my side. "Every soft inch of it."

"Yes, Daddy," I breathe.

"Good girl." His fingers stroke me through my panties, tracing my body like he wants to memorize every inch. "So responsive. So wet already. So perfect for me."

He works me with his hands until I'm gasping and squirming beneath him, right on the edge but not quite there.

"Please," I whisper. "Colt, please—"

"Please what, baby girl?"

"I need you. Inside me. Please."

"That's my good girl. Asking so pretty." He positions himself at my entrance, his head just barely pressing in. "You'll never doubt this again, will you? That you're mine?"

"Never," I promise.

"Good girl."

He licks his lips as he stares at me, and I know my panties are soaked through right now. I can smell my own need in the air even as he takes a deep inhale.

“Sweet Christ,” he mutters, throat working hard enough to choke on my scent. “No way this’ll fit.” He gestures at himself with a shaky hand, sweat dripping onto his chest. His cock stands tall below it, so thick it’s almost frightening as he drags me toward him by the ankles and growls. “But it’s going to, baby. I’m sorry, but this dick is going inside that pussy one way or another.”

I gasp when he yanks down my panties, tossing them carelessly aside. My heart hammers as he glares between his erection and my core like we’re both unsolvable riddles. “We’ll make it fit.”

“Damn right we will.” His voice cracks. He’s panting so hard his stomach quivers against me. “You better hold on.”

“I will,” I whisper, but when he spears a finger inside without warning, my breath stutters into a choked sob. His hips buck against my ass like he can’t control himself either.

When he spits on me, it’s without warning or apology, just a primal slick against my clit that makes my knees quiver.

“Spread,” he growls, wedging a knee between my thighs. “Or I’ll break you wider.” The threat hangs in the air as he grips my hips, spreading my folds with his thumbs until I’m trembling under him.

“It’s okay,” I lie when he hovers above me, half-mad determination etching lines into his face. His head brushes my opening, and I freeze, suddenly hyperaware of every inch that could follow it. “Daddy?”

He doesn’t look away from where we’re connected. “It’s okay, baby, Daddy’s right here,” he grits out. “Just let me in and it will feel so good.”

He drives forward, brute strength carving through my resistance in one brutal thrust. My scream mangles against his shoulder, teeth digging into his flesh as my body protests.

I whimper into him as he moves, stretching me, feeling so good. It obliterates all memories of what came before, like this is my first time all over again, with him, my perfect man.

My Daddy.

“Breathe,” he rasps, pausing with his cock buried deep enough to make me see stars. “You’re gonna take all of it.” The vow tightens the knot in my belly as he eases another fraction inside. And another. Until I’m a panting mess beneath him, claws digging into his biceps to anchor myself.

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