Page 129 of Big Daddy Christmas
Braced on his hands, he stared down into her glassy eyes, grinning at the look of pure bliss on her face. She’d taken everything he’d given her, and even when she’d thought she couldn’t take anymore, she had. If anyone had earned the right to look so damn pleased with themselves, it was her.
But now it was his turn, and his aching cock was demanding that he move. Flexing his hips, he pulled back and drove into her again, fucking her with slow, deep strokes that had her arching up to meet him as a happy sigh fell from her lips.
His heart constricted at that sweet sound. “Do you like that, princess? You like Daddy’s cock in your pretty pussy, baby?”
“Mmm. More.”
Tilting her hips, she wrapped her legs around him, and the reins of his self-control frayed at the edges. Another soft sigh as he moved in her, and they frayed a bit more.
But then her eyelids fluttered open, and those stunning gray-blue eyes locked with his, a smile curving her lips.
And the reins snapped.
All sense of finesse, of decorum fled, leaving behind the monster he’d always known he was. Taking, claiming, branding her as his from the inside out as he fucked her without mercy, without any hint of tenderness.
“Oh, fuck! Yes!” Head thrown back, she arched into him, meeting his every thrust, her delicate features twisted into pure ecstasy as he rode her. “Daddy!”
“Again.” He snarled the words, his gaze locked on her face as her tight, hot cunt squeezed his cock. “Say it again. Who am I, princess?”
“Daddy,” she gasped, squeezing him again and pulling a low groan from the depths of his soul as pleasure raced through his veins. “Daddy. My Daddy.”
My Daddy. Burying himself inside her one final time, he held himself there, overcome, overwhelmed by pleasure, by her.
When he was finally empty, he collapsed on the bed beside her, his lungs burning and his muscles trembling. Never in his life had a woman brought him so effortlessly to his metaphorical knees. And he knew, lying there beside her, that she’d been right about one thing.
He was her Daddy.
And he was never letting her go.
Chapter 9
Aria
If she’d had any inkling that losing her virginity would be like this, she would have done it ages ago.
Then again, she knew enough to understand that it wouldn’t have been like this with just anyone. Hell, she wasn’t entirely convinced it would have been like this with anyone but him. Maybe love at first sight wasn’t a thing, but she was beginning to think love at first fuck might be.
“Come here, baby.”
Gentle hands tugged at the restraints, freeing her, and when he pulled her in to snuggle up against him, those same hands immediately went to work massaging her stiff muscles
Closing her eyes, she let herself be pampered as she curled into him. And simply enjoyed the moment and the man instead of picking it all to death in her brain.
At least for now. No doubt the picking would come later.
When most of the knots had been worked from her muscles, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Stay right here. I’ll be back.”
“Oh, but…” Feeling clingy and too tired to be embarrassed by it, she tightened her hold on him. “Don’t go.”
“I won’t go far, princess. I’m getting you some water and some chocolate. After the adrenaline rush you just had, you’ll need something to help keep you from crashing. And you need to rehydrate.”
Her heart tripped in her chest. Still, after it was all done and he’d gotten his rocks off, he was taking care of her. “Okay.”
Another soft brush of his lips against her forehead. “Good girl. Don’t move.”
She did as she was told, lounging in the bed as she watched him move to a giant cabinet beside the bed. Which held, she learned when he flung the doors open, an array of snack foods as well as a small fridge dedicated to bottles of water and sports drinks.
“Any allergies?” he asked as he scanned the offerings.
