Page 46 of Rough Daddy
"Let them." He tugs the lace aside, stroking through my wetness with a satisfied growl. "Let them know how much Daddy loves his princess."
The first touch of his fingers makes me bite back a moan. He knows exactly how to work me, how to make me desperate and needy in seconds.
"So wet already," he murmurs, circling my clit with his thumb. "My perfect girl, always ready for me."
"Please," I whisper, gripping his shoulders. "I need—"
"I know what you need." He slides two fingers inside me, and I have to bury my face against his neck to muffle my cry. "This tight little pussy needs Daddy's attention, doesn't it?"
"Yes," I sob against his skin. "Please, Beau. I can't—"
He works me with expert precision, fingers curling to hit that spot that makes me see stars while his thumb maintains steadypressure on my clit. After weeks of stolen moments and careful restraint, I'm already embarrassingly close.
"Come for me," he commands against my ear. “Soak me, baby. I want to feel that squirt."
The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body clenching around his fingers as pleasure whites out my vision. He swallows my moan with his mouth, kissing me through the waves of sensation.
"Good girl," he praises, and the approval in his voice makes aftershocks ripple through me. "Now let me remind you who you belong to."
The sound of his belt buckle makes my pulse race. When he grips my hips and pulls me to the edge of the counter, I can barely think straight.
"Look at me," he orders, and I meet his eyes as he slides inside me in one smooth thrust. "Mine."
"Yours," I gasp, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. "Always yours, Daddy."
He sets a rhythm that's desperate and claiming, months of careful restraint finally unleashed. I can see the possession, the love and the absolute certainty that I belong to him completely in the depths of his eyes.
"Never leaving me again," he growls against my throat. "Never running. Never hiding."
"Never," I promise, nails digging into his back. "I'm home. We're home."
The emotion in his ice-blue eyes when I say it nearly undoes me. This man who thought he was too rough, too dangerous to touch soft things, now holds me like I'm precious while claiming me with a dick big enough to re-arrange my insides.
"Love you," he rasps, rhythm faltering as he gets close. "Love you so fucking much it scares me."
"Love you too." I pull his mouth to mine, tasting the desperation and that expensive coffee on his lips. "Show me. Show me how much. You haven’t broken me yet."
He drives into me harder, deeper, and I have to bite his shoulder to keep from screaming as my second orgasm builds. When it hits, it's lights out on rational thoughts. My whole body seizes as pleasure crashes through me.
Beau follows with a muffled groan, burying his face in my neck as he fills me. He spurts and jerks and I squirt and tremble.
We’re quite the mess together. For long moments, we just hold each other, breathing hard and hanging on.
"Christ," he finally mutters against my hair. "I’m never going to stop."
"I don’t want you to." I trace patterns on his chest, not ready to let go yet. "Even if you just scandalized your entire family."
He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. "They'll get over it. I told you I was filling you with all that baby batter until that test comes up with those two fucking lines."
A sharp knock on the door makes us both freeze.
"Hey!" Jack's voice carries through the wood. "I know you're already eating breakfast in there, but the waffles are getting cold. And the sausage..." There's a pause, then snickering from multiple male voices. "Well, sounds like someone's already had their sausage."
"Jesus Christ," Beau mutters.
"The syrup's getting sticky too," Cade adds helpfully. "Just like—"
"We'll be right out!" I call, my face burning with embarrassment.
