Page 30 of The Big Daddies of LA

NICK

As I move back up Savannah’s body, leaving a trail of hot kisses, I can’t believe how responsive she is and how fucking good she tastes. Just when I think I could get used to her delectable, little body, I remind myself she’s mine.All mine.

Earlier, when we were sitting on the bench outside the wedding chapel, two things crossed my mind. One, that if I married Savannah then all of her belonged to me. All that wide-eyed innocence and all that tempting sexiness that she keeps simmering just below the surface. And, second, I’d be able to collect my inheritance and rid myself of Margo.

So, here I am. A married man and to hell with rule number three. I still plan to keep my emotions in check and dominate Sav in the bedroom so we’re all good with the others.

Yeah, it was an impulsive decision, but I need that money my Grandmother left me. The sooner I tie the knot, the better. So, it may as well be with someone who’s young, innocent and beautiful like Savannah. Unlike Margo, Sav is practically a baby and someone I can mold. Someone I can teach and enjoy without pushback. Someone who won’t drive me into the poor house and an early grave.

I’m not sure what to expect, but I don’t regret my decision and so far, so good. Granted, we’ve only been married an hour and I’m in the middle of fucking my new bride, but I have high hopes.

Sure, she’s younger, but I don't care. And, the fact that she’s so innocent and I’m the first and only man she’s ever been with makes me feel possessive and protective. I came so close to proposing to Margo, a first-class bitch, and Savannah is the complete opposite. A breath of much-needed fresh air.

I kiss her, making her taste herself, and then draw back. I’m ready to rip through my zipper, but I promised her I’d take it slow. But, now that she's wet and throbbing, I get up and drop my pants and boxer briefs. She watches and I like the look that brightens her eyes. It's curiosity.

Back on the bed, I move up and kiss her again. She’s getting comfortable with me, responding back with enthusiasm, and I’m so ready to slide into her.Patience, I tell myself.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Good,” she says and runs her tongue between her lips, looking down. “Should I, ah, do the same thing to you now?”

Her words make my cock hard as granite. “Not tonight, sweetheart. Even though I’d like that very much, I’m going to take care of you tonight.”

“I just want to make you happy,” she says.

“You’re making me ecstatic. And, don’t worry, I plan to teach you everything I know.”

“I have a feeling you know quite a bit.”

I smirk. “One thing at a time, little girl.”

“You have all these nicknames for me,” she says. “I need one for you.”

When she runs a hand down my chest, lightly scraping her nails over a flat nipple, I feel a jolt straight down to my cock.Jesus. “Baby girl, you can call me whatever you want. Call me Daddy for all I care.”

“Daddy? That’s a little kinky, isn’t it?”

Without warning, I yank her down and press my hot, hard length against the inside of her thigh. “I like a little kink sometimes,” I whisper and lick up the side of her neck. She’s driving me crazy, making me so hot, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out. And, then, all bets are off when she slides that hand between us and tentatively brushes her fingers along my rigid cock.

I snatch her hand up and hold it against the pillow. “You do that and I’m going to explode,” I warn her.

“You feel like hot velvet,” she murmurs.

Fuck. I’m done.I reach over and grab the condom. I assume she’s not on birth control and the last thing I want to do is get her pregnant.

With heavy-lidded blue eyes, she watches as I rip the package open and roll it on. Then, I move between her legs, pushing them further apart, and line myself up. All I want to do is plunge into her hard and fast, but I grit my teeth and hover at her wet entrance. “I’m going to go as slow as I can, but I need you to relax, okay?”

Her fingers flutter down my back and she nods, eyes so full of trust. Breathing hard, I begin to push inside her and she immediately tenses up. “Easy, Sav,” I say and pull back out. I reach down and start to massage her clit then slide in again, this time further. Back out again. In.

I let her body adjust to me then thrust in all the way. Savannah jerks and gives a little cry, but she’s a fucking trooper, my girl. I kiss her hard and thoroughly as I start moving, finding my rhythm and guiding her hips with me.

All the while, I don’t let up with my fingers, trying to find out exactly how much pressure makes her breath hitch. Makes her writhe and causes that little mewling sound at the back of her throat that’s so fucking sexy.

“C’mon, Sav,” I say, voice raspy. “Get there.”

When her orgasm hits, I thank God and I’m right on her heels. The pleasure building blows and I groan as a shudder runs through me. I think I see fucking stars. Panting hard, I drop down beside her, a possessive arm across her middle. She glances over at me and asks me what I’ve been asking her all night, “Are you okay?”

I let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah. Are you?”

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