Page 25 of Valentine's Day Daddy

My cheeks flare with heat. “This is the best Valentine's Day I’ve ever had. Thank you, Ezra.”

“You’re welcome,” he replies.

A smile touches my lips as Ezra hands me a glass of champagne. We stand on the rear deck of his boat—I guess yacht would be the more appropriate word for it actually. It’s a fifty-foot luxury craft that has all the bells and whistles. The staterooms are wonderfully comfortable and well-appointed and although I’ve never considered living on a boat before, I think I could live on Ezra’s boat and be pretty happy with it.

It’s a beautiful night on the Pacific. The waters are calm, the sky is clear, and the moon, high in the dark, velvety sky, glitters off the surface of the ocean, making it look like a sea of diamonds. I look down at the dress I’d chosen—it’s a black vintage cut with red polka dots on a wide skirt, a red belt, black stockings, and red heels. The fabric is smooth and silky and feels wonderful on my skin. My dresses are nice… but not this nice.

I turn to him and watch the way the moonlight makes his eyes sparkle. “Thank you for the dresses,” I say. “I—I don’t know what to say really.”

“You don’t have to say anything. I wanted to get them for you,” he replies. “I like being able to take care of you, sweetheart. You’re my baby girl.”

An awkward smile crosses my lips. Hearing him call me his baby girl sends a wave of warm tingles across my skin. The evening has been so perfect. Ezra had a private chef put together a meal worthy of any five-star restaurant in the city then he took me out on his boat and dropped anchor. We had dinner at sea, under the stars on an unseasonably warm evening.

“I’ve never had somebody go to this kind of effort for me,” I say softly.

“On one hand, that’s a shame. You deserve the best,” he says. “On the other hand, I’m pleased to be the first one able to do this for you.”

“Can I ask you why? Why are you going to this kind of effort?”

“Because I care about you, Ashton,” he says. “I care about you in ways I’ve never cared for anybody before. In ways, I never knew I could care for somebody."

I gave him a look and gnawed on my bottom lip as the question that’s been racing around in my mind balances on the tip of my tongue.

“What is it?” he asks.

"I just… what I said to you last night. When I called you… Daddy," I whisper. "That didn't freak you out or anything? Because I mean, it wasn't like I planned that out or anything. It just came out in the heat of the moment and—"

He puts a finger to my lips, a gentle smile on his face. “Stop. It caught me off guard, but it didn’t freak me out. Quite the contrary. I… I liked it. A lot,” he says, his voice soft. “It’s like you opened up this whole new part of me I never realized existed before. Like you’re a piece of the puzzle inside me I didn’t know I was missing but fits in perfectly. It’s how I know what we have is real. What we have is right.”

The wave of relief that crashes down over me steals my breath. My heart is racing, and I can’t stop the smile stretching across my lips. What amazes me the most is that he gave voice to the thoughts that have been racing around in my brain since last night.

“I—I’m happy to hear you say that,” I say softly. “I feel the same way.”

He pulls me to him then cups my chin and raises my head. Those icy blue eyes bore into mine, making my heart stutter and my body tingle.

“Good girl,” he says. “Because you’re mine. You belong to me.”

His words wash across my skin and make my heart pound even harder, the sound of it hammering against the inside of my chest ringing in my ears. His smile is warm and sends a delicious tingle through my body and Ezra pulls me to him a little tighter. I can feel his cock pressed to my belly growing thick and hard and it fills my veins with liquid fire, warming me from the inside out. The hot center of me tingles and I feel myself growing wet as my need and desire fill me.

“I belong to you,” I say. “I am yours.”

“That’s my baby girl.”

12

The intensity of our kiss still manages to take me by surprise. But Ashton leans into me, gripping the lapels of my jacket, and thrusts her tongue into my mouth. I rake my fingers through her hair and give it a firm tug as I kiss her neck that draws a soft moan from her lips. Ashton opens her eyes and bites her bottom lip, her cheeks flushed and a flirty look on her face. As I lean down to kiss her again, she pushes me back and before I can say a word, she falls to her knees.

Her movements are quick and fluid as she unzips my pants and pulls them down. Ashton’s eyes are locked onto mine as she pulls my boxers down and frees my long, thick cock. I gasp as she takes it in her hand and squeezes it tight. Never taking her sparkling gaze off mine, she runs her tongue around the head of my dick, teasing that sensitive spot underneath. A low growl drifts from my throat as she licks down one side of my shaft and then up the other, gripping and stroking me at the same time. I love that she can be so aggressive and yet so submissive at the same time. She seems to know exactly what I want—what I need—without me having to say a word.

Ashton opens her mouth and swallows me whole, taking my cock all the way in. I groan as she moves her head and hand up on down on my rod, sucking and stroking me at the same time. Tendrils of electricity crawl across my skin, making my entire body tingle as I watch Ashton working my cock fiercely, like she’s got something to prove. Tangling my fingers in her hair and lean my head back, letting the sensations wash over me.

The muscles in my body are taut and as I grip her hair, I start to move my hips, pumping my cock into her mouth. Ashton grabs hold of my thighs, digging her nails into my skin as I fuck her mouth. She raises her eyes again, fixing me with her sultry gaze and I feel my cock immediately start to swell. Her mouth is wet and warm and she tightens her lips around my shaft as I pump my staff harder and harder, feeling my stomach roil as I hurtle toward the edge.

I take a step back and pull my cock out of her mouth, offering her a shaky smile and a laugh. She gets to her feet and dabs at her lips daintily, her eyes smoky, her expression prurient. Ashton steps forward and gives me a long, lingering kiss. Gently pushing her forward she bumps into the table and I step around her, sweeping everything on top off. Glasses and plates crash to the deck as I pick her up and set her down on the table. She laughs.

“That was dramatic,” she says.

“No, that was necessary. I need to be inside of you right fucking now.”

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