Page 34 of Big Daddy Christmas
“As you wish, my pretty little siren.”
The fingers on her clit grew more insistent, flooding her with pleasure at the same time he thrust even deeper into her ass. But that shock of pain only melded with her need, the two blending together so perfectly she could barely tell where one ended and the other began. With every deep, sure thrust of his cock inside her, he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
And then she was flying, screaming for him as molten-hot pleasure coursed through her veins.
“Fuck, baby.” The words were a low growl as his movements inside her grew more frantic. “Again. Let Daddy hear you scream again.”
As if she had a choice, when he hadn’t stopped touching her, stroking her, playing her body like a finely tuned fiddle.
The second orgasm ripped through her with even more force than the first, leaving her trembling and gasping in his arms as he buried himself inside her one final time, filling her in that most forbidden place. For a long while, they simply lay wrapped together, sweat-slicked and panting for air as their systems settled.
“I swear you’re going to be the death of me.” Again he feathered a soft kiss across her shoulders. “My very own siren, luring me to the depths of pleasure and holding me there until I drown. But fuck, what a way to go.”
“When did you get so poetic?” Despite the sarcastic response, she had to blink back the tears of pure joy pooling on her lashes.
“You bring it out in me. I love you, Francesca Prescott.”
Prescott. As it always did, hearing her new last name filled her with a warmth and joy she’d never experienced as a Legare. “I love you, too.”
“Stay right there and I’ll grab a washcloth to get you cleaned up.”
There was another little bite of pain as he pulled free, but it faded quickly beneath the soft afterglow of their lovemaking. Rolling onto her stomach, she let her eyes close as she snuggled her pillow. Sleep came for her, and she slid into it, content in the knowledge that even in her slumber, her Daddy would take care of her.
Chapter 4
Holden
As he often did, he woke before his wife. Between his years in the military and his security work, his internal alarm was set to ‘ass-crack of dawn’ no matter the day of the week.
Beside him, Frankie was sprawled on her stomach, her hair a mess, the covers wrapped haphazardly around her, and her mouth hanging slightly open.
And she’d never looked more beautiful.
It was tempting to wake her up with his tongue in her delicious little pussy, but he had plans for his babygirl. Plans that certainly included pleasure, but more importantly included making sure she had plenty to eat before they left for the hotel.
So instead of indulging himself, he rolled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom for a quick shower and the rest of his morning routine. Stepping out of the shower, he stared down at the bathroom scale he’d taken out of hiding at her therapist’s suggestion. Learning to see her weight in black and white without letting it send her into a spiral was part of Frankie’s therapy.
But if she was spiraling, should he remove it again? Just until she was feeling better? Maybe until just after the wedding.
Or maybe he should leave it and start checking in with her more regularly to see how she was feeling about the number on the scale.
His instinct was to just wrap her up and hide her away from anything that could possibly hurt her. But not only would his Frankie never put up with that kind of caveman attitude, he knew enough from her therapist and his to understand he could do more harm than good in the long run by trying to shield her.
Deciding to leave the scale for now and keep a closer eye on her in the coming weeks, he moved quietly through the bedroom, pulling on a pair of joggers and a t-shirt and grabbing her favorite robe from the closet. Hanging it up in the bathroom along with a note, he headed downstairs to get everything ready for his babygirl.
Frankie
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“Too early.”
Groaning at the obnoxious beeping of her alarm, Frankie reached for her phone and blindly hit the snooze button before burying her face back in her pillow. But the spell was broken, and as her mind slowly awoke, she was hit with the jolting awareness of what the day held.
Excitement zipped along her veins as she scrambled out of bed with an excited squeal and snatched up her phone. As she’d expected, Lottie had already texted the group chat a dozen times to make sure everyone was awake and getting ready.
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Frankie
