Page 96 of Three Stepbrothers Save Christmas

“But you have given up so much to be here because of me.” I hear her voice wobbling as she starts to cry again.

“Sweetheart, we would have left the country if you had a passport. We would have left and never returned.” I roll so I am lying over her, trapping her head between my arms so she has no choice but to look at me.

She nods slowly as a tear rolls down the side of her face. I lean in and brush my lips against hers, needing to show her that I love her, as the words don’t seem to get through the concrete barrier she has built herself.

“There is absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you safe and happy with us. Please remember that no matter what you think we are doing, you are always our priority.”

For a moment, Verity and I stare into each other’s eyes. Neither of us blinking or looking away. Just as I’m about to give her some space, she grabs me around the neck before her lips crash into mine.

Things could escalate quickly from here, but I don’t plan on fucking her. I want to shower her with so much love and affection that she feels suffocated. I want her to know that she is the very air I need to breathe to survive, and there is nothing that will stop me from making sure she has the perfect life she deserves.

I purposely slow down the kisses and run my fingers over her skin softly to signal to her there will be no rushing tonight. I want to tease her and kiss every inch of her body. I want to eat that sweet pussy for so long that I can still taste her on my lips in the morning.

“Daddy,” she gasps as I start kissing her neck just the way she likes it.

“Daddy’s going to take it all away tonight,” I whisper against her soft, silky skin. “I’m going to make you feel safe and loved, just as you deserve,” I add as I help her out of her clothes whilst removing my own.

I look down at her lying on the bed sheets, so beautiful and perfect. The only flaw on her precious skin is the dressing Ryan applied. I run my fingers over it gently, testing how much it hurts.

“I don’t feel it,” Verity whispers. My eyes find hers again, and I don’t stop myself from leaning down and kissing her lips again.

“One day, you are going to realise how loved you are,” I whisper against her lips. “There is no part of you that isn’t perfect in my eyes.

“I love the way your eyes sparkle when you are pushing your luck with Ethan or when we pay you the attention you crave,” I whisper, gently kissing her closed eyelids.

“And the two little dimples that appear on your cheeks when something makes you laugh so hard you hold your stomach.” Kissing the spot of her dimples, I can taste the salt from the tears that she has cried tonight, and I vow to make Henry pay for each little drop of water that has ever left her body because of him.

“I love the way you smile when you hear a piece of music you love and how your hands move ever so slightly as if you are choreographing your own dance to it.”

Verity lets out a soft sob, and I know she is starting to realise how much I have noticed about her, how much I can see.

“There is nothing you can hide from me because I am so in tune with you that my heart would cease to beat if yours did.”

I kiss my way across her collarbone and towards her breasts. Telling her how I love the way her nipples harden when she is aroused, how I can tell what she needs just by the way she’s breathing. That I ache to hold her all day and all night, and there is nothing in this world that feels as right as when she’s in my arms.

I make my way down her body, kissing every part of her whilst avoiding touching anything between her legs, wanting to tease her for as long as possible. When I reach her hips, I press a kiss to the top of the dressing.

“One day, you will realise you don’t even think about doing this anymore because you will finally believe you are worthy of the love we have for you.”

“Daddy.” The quietest sound comes from her, and I only just make out my name. I know she’s crying, and that’s okay; she needs to cry, and I’m here to help with it.

“Daddy’s got you, Sweetheart. I know what you need.” My lips press to her plump pussy lips, and I feel her whole body tense. Forcing my tongue between her folds, I lick her in one long stroke from her entrance to her clit. Verity cries out as I start flicking her clit with the very tip of my tongue. I drink her up, desperate to taste as much of her as possible. I suck her clit in hard, and she cries out again, louder this time, as I push one then two fingers into her.

I continue to lick her and rub those spots inside just as she likes. It doesn’t take long until she gives me her first orgasm, which quickly leads into a second until she becomes too sensitive and can’t handle it anymore.

I make my way back up her body, leaving a trail of kisses in my wake before pressing a long, hard kiss to her lips.

“I love the way you taste before and after you cum. There is something sweeter about your juices after you have screamed my name.” I’m so hard I don’t have to hold myself to find her entrance. I slowly ease my hips forward until I feel the tip of my rock-hard cock at her wet and ready pussy. Her lips wrap about me as if trying to guide me home.

“Daddy,” she gasps as I push into her as slowly as possible. Feeling every inch of myself being sucked into heaven.

“I love the way you were made for me, how I fit in you perfectly,” I growl through gritted teeth as my balls rest against her.

“What’s our record, Sweetheart?” I ask, my lips brushing against hers.

“Four, Daddy,” she moans as I grind my hips against her.

“Then let’s see if we can hit five.”

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