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“Clear, sir.”

That makes his smile return. “Such a good girl. I’m still not sure you’re real, Tootsie.”

“What do you think I am then?”

“You’re the angel that’s come down from heaven to complete me and torture me.”

I laugh. “Is that all?”

He snorts on a chuckle. “No, you’re also here to give me a hard-on I can’t seem to get rid of. And soon—”

A loud buzzing cuts him off.

Then, another ringing. Another buzz.

“Fuck.” He drops his head onto the back of the sofa. “I wasn’t wrong, they’ve sent someone to see what’s going on. I’ll get rid of them.”

“No.” I shake my head. “I’m honestly exhausted. I could use a shower and maybe even a nap.”

He nods. “You will need your rest, that’s true, baby. Daddy has plans to delve into every inch of you I didn’t get to earlier. In our house. In a bed that you will wake up in every morning from now on. Unless you want a different bed. In a different house, but you will still be waking up next to me. That part will not change.”

6

Erik

Jesus, this girl sleeps like a rock.

She didn’t wake up when I came in the room, slid into bed with her, then slipped my painfully hard dick between her legs.

When her damp folds welcomed me in wetness, I nearly spilled right there.

I didn’t push inside. I just tried to ease my suffering by gliding between her thighs with that slick warmth riding the top of my shaft for a few strokes, which turned into a half hour of pumping myself raw and driving myself crazy, wanting to rail into her virgin opening, asleep or not.

Finally, her sleepy voice tickles my ears.

“Daddy, what are you doing?” She’s playing the game, and it’s a game where we both win.

“Shhhh, princess. Daddy’s just trying to relax. Just be still.”

The late afternoon light is warming us through the windows as her soft body wiggles against me, and she squeezes her thighs tight until I’m ready to burst.

“I was dreaming about you,” she whispers as I kiss her neck, pumping my hips as she starts to rock hers into my rhythm. “Touching me. Kissing me.”

Fuck. “You like when I touch and kiss you, don’t you, little girl?”

She moans on a nod. “I like making you happy.”

“That’s good, because that’s your job. Whatever I want. Whatever I ask. You’ll give it to me, won’t you?”

“Yes.” She hisses, her back arching as her hand comes down under the covers to palm the tip of my dick poking between her thighs, rubbing the swollen head as she twists to look at me. “It’s so big. It’s hard and soft at the same time.”

“Yes, and you’ve made it that way. It hurts, it’s so hard. You need to help ease my pain.”

“I want to do that. I don’t want you hurting.”

“Good girl,” I growl, running my hand down her hip, showing her body how to move against me, priming her for what’s coming.

Literally.

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