Page 33 of Daddy's Heart

She slides closer, tip toeing in bare feet until her fingers slip up to the buttons of my shirt. “Let me do this for you.”

The first button unravels me.

I can’t breathe.

“Daddy needs to relax after a long day.”

She undoes the next one. Then the next. Her knuckles brush my chest, and I swear to God my knees almost give out.

“You’re gonna do a good job relaxing me, baby.” My chest is a war zone. Everything tight and hot and too damn full.

“I’m gonna try hard.” Her voice slithers down into my bones as her hand puts an exclamation point on the word ‘hard’.

“Daddy, this is big.”

“Big dick for a big girl.”

She blinks twice, then smiles realizing I’m not making fun of her sexy as fuck body.

This woman, wanting to give instead of just take. Wanting to worship me the way I worship her.

"Okay," I say quietly, covering her hands with mine and helping her push the shirt off my shoulders. “You want to relax me? You gonna do as you’re told?”

A nod, a smile. “Yes and yes.”

"Kneel." I punctuate the word with my hand on the top of her head pushing down. She’s lit this fuse, and she’s gonna get the full explosion whether she’s ready or not.

Zero hesitation as I position her in front of me, those eyes looking up make me want to be everything she needs in the world.

"Good girl." I cup her face in my hands, thumbs stroking across her cheekbones, fighting for control. "Such a good girl for Daddy."

She leans into my touch, eyes fluttering closed. "I missed you today."

"I missed you too." I work the rest of my clothes off, hyperaware of the way she's watching every movement. "Couldn't think about anything except getting back here and burying my cock so deep in your pussy you forget your own name. Spent the whole damn day hard, thinking about how you taste, how tight you get around me when you come."

Her breath hitches, and I can see the way my words affect her. The way her thighs press together, the way her pupils dilate with want.

"Been thinking about fucking your mouth too," I continue, my voice dropping lower. "About how pretty you look when you’re gagging on my dick."

When I'm naked, she reaches for me, but I catch her wrists.

"Not yet," I say. "First, I want you to tell me what you've been thinking about all day."

Her cheeks go pink. "Colt—"

"Tell me, baby girl. What's been going through that pretty head of yours?"

"You," she whispers. "This. The way you make me feel."

"How do I make you feel?"

"Safe. Wanted. Like I matter."

"You do matter." I tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet my eyes. "You matter more than anything."

Then I'm guiding her mouth to me, and she opens for me like she was made for this. The wet heat of her tongue makes me groan, and when she takes me deeper, those perfect lips stretching around my cock, I nearly lose my fucking mind.

"Christ, baby girl. Look at you, sucking Daddy's cock like you're starving for it." I fist my hand in her hair, not forcing but guiding. "You love having your mouth full of me, don't you?"

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