Page 175 of Rogue Daddy (Montana Daddies 12)

“I don’t know exactly. The silence, wondering if you’re staring at me, if you . . . if you like what you see.” The vulnerability she could hear in her voice made her flinch. This was harder than she’d expected. Sex was something she could usually take or leave. Over quick, a few thrusts under the covers, and then she’d have time to herself while her partner snored.

But this was very different.

“If I like what I see? I don’t just like it. I crave it. I want to mark you so everyone who sees you knows that you belong to me. Takes a lot to stop myself from doing that. I don’t think you realize how possessive I am of you.”

She had some idea. Because she felt the same way towards him.

“Who does this ass belong to?” he asked, squeezing one cheek firmly.

She gasped in a breath. “You.”

“These legs?” Both of his hands brushed down the backs of her legs, then up her inner thighs.

“You, Daddy,” she moaned.

And it did. All of her was his. Then he leaned over her, his hands going down her arms. “These?”

“Yours.”

He cupped her breasts but didn’t say anything.

“They’re yours, Daddy.”

With each proclamation that anxious knot in her tummy eased. The embarrassment and worry didn’t disappear, but they did lessen.

She belonged to him.

He moved his hands down to her tummy. She sucked it in slightly and he smacked the side of her thigh. “Don’t ever hide any part of you from me. I want all of you. Every inch.”

“Yes. I’m sorry. It’s all yours, Daddy.”

“Damn straight it is. And if I want to stare at you, I will. If I want to touch you, I will. And if you want to stop things, then what do you say?”

“Red.”

“Do you need to say your safeword, Little Thief?”

His voice was actually kind rather than irritated or impatient.

“No, Daddy.”

“That’s my brave girl.” He slid one hand between her legs to cup her mound. “Mine.”

“Yes, Daddy. All yours.”

He ran a finger along her slit and she let out a low moan. It was delicious and yet; it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. As though sensing this, he drove two fingers deep into her pussy, thrusting back and forth. Then he drew them out, and she whimpered in protest.

“Oh, please. Please.”

“Stay nice and still. That’s a good girl. You’re doing amazing, baby girl. I know this isn’t easy.”

“More, I need more, Daddy.”

“You’ll get more soon.” She heard a noise, but didn’t look back, not wanting him to stop what he was doing. “You taste so fucking delicious.”

Oh, holy heck balls. He didn’t just say that.

He ran two fingers through her slit once more, then thrust them in and out of her passage until her heart raced and her legs grew weak. Then he slid them free once more. This time, he parted her ass cheeks.

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