Page 65 of Submitting to Daddy
His lips brush against mine in a kiss that’s soft and slow. “Always.” His voice is thick with emotion. “But this time, I’mgoing to fuck you like I have an eternity with you… because I will. I’ll make sure of it.”
The head of his cock nudges against me, and I gasp as he eases inside—inch by inch—steadily filling me and stretching me wide all over again. I feeleverything. Every throb. Every breath he takes. Every tremble of his restraint as he buries himself in me fully.
Braced above me, our eyes lock, and he rocks his hips slowly, grinding deep until my toes curl. My fingers grip his arms and back, feeling every flex and quiver of the muscles caging me in. His eyes never leave mine. Not even for a second.
This isn’t frantic, punishing, or desperate. There are no rough hands on my body or filthy degradation spilling over his lips. Just the man I love staring down at me like I’m the most fragile thing in his world.
“I love you,” he vows. “In this life and the next. And in every one after that. I’ll find you. And I’ll love you all over again. And one day, maybe I’ll deserve you.”
Tears prick my eyes as he makes love to me, devotion written into every languid thrust and tender kiss. His hand finds mine, and he lifts it to his chest so I can feel his heart, wild and real.And mine.
“I might never deserve you,” he breathes, his forehead pressed to mine. “But you… You make me believe I could still be good. For you.”
My tears spill over, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. My hips rise to meet each slow roll of his. “You are good. You protect people. You protectme.”
He chokes on a groan, the emotion winding tight in his jaw,and I see the moment it breaks him. How my words break him.
“I didn’t know I was alive until I found you,” he whispers into the side of my neck. “I was breathing and existing. But I wasn’t living until you.”
I hold his face in my hands and kiss him, tasting the salt of my tears and his unconditional love all at once.
Our bodies move in a quiet rhythm. No urgency. Just slow, aching pressure and the unbearable sweetness of being so deeply understood and still wanted. He grinds his hips as if trying to memorize the shape of me from the inside out. “You were made for me,” he growls against my mouth. “And I was made to love you.”
We fall apart together, quietly, trembling and clinging to each other. I cry out his name in a breathy whisper, and he presses his face to my neck, panting as I feel him pulsing inside me. Our bodies molded together, and his cock still buried deep, he kisses my collarbone, my cheeks, and my lips.
He pulls out with a low grunt and collapses beside me, dragging me into his arms. My back to his chest, his hand slides under the blanket to rest on my stomach, keeping me tethered to him like he’s afraid I might vanish if he’s not touching me.
“I meant what I said,” he whispers. “About eternity. You’re mine. Always.”
I smile softly and link my fingers with his. “Forever.”
His breathing evens out before mine does, warm and slow against the back of my neck. “Go to sleep.” He kisses against the crook of my neck. “I’ve got you.”
I drift off to sleep wrapped in the arms of a man who would destroy the world for me… Knowing that if it does all end tomorrow, he’d find me again. And love me harder next time.
There are worse ways to spend a lazy evening.
The sun has dipped behind the city skyline, casting shadows through the penthouse windows. The radio on, shuffling through playlists in the background, just enough noise to fill the room without being a distraction.
Madison is draped over me like a sleepy cat, one of her legs thrown over my thighs, her cheek nestled against my bare chest. She’s tracing slow, absent-minded circles over my ribs, like she’s lulling herself to sleep. And if I’m being honest, I’m not far behind her.
Peace like this is rare. Fragile. And every second of it feels like something stolen.
I let my head rest against the arm of the couch, my fingers dragging along the soft skin of Madison’s bare thigh. Her breathing is steady and warm, blowing over my skin. She shifts a little, curling tighter into me with a sleepy hum.
I’m about to suggest we spend the rest of the night in bed—just let the world disappear—when the front door slides open. “Ugh…” Nik grumbles at the sight of us snuggled together, tossing his keys onto the counter. “God, I need to get my own place.”
“What? We aren’t even naked,” I jest. An hour ago might’ve been a different story, but knowing Nik would be coming home, we both redressed in my clothes—Madison in my boxer briefs and T-shirt, and me commando in my sweats.
“Yeah,this time.”
I smirk, not bothering to lift my head. “I hear the other apartment on Enzo’s floor is going on the market tomorrow.”
“Great,” he mutters. “Who wouldn’t want to share a wall with that fuck-fest again?”
Madison snorts into my chest, trying and failing miserably to suppress a laugh.
Nik doesn’t ease up. “What the hell am I saying? It’s all of you. It’s like tiptoeing around a porn set day in and day out.”
