Page 55 of Stealing Daddy's Heart

I set both gifts down carefully and wrap my arms around him, burying my face in his chest to hide the tears pricking at my eyes.

“Thank you,” I murmur. “For everything. The gifts, this home, and for being you.”

Garrett pulls me close, his lips brushing my forehead. “We should celebrate.”

“How about dinner out?”

“I like the sound of that, but we still haven't christened every room in this place,” he says.

“Well, we can't have that, can we?” I laugh, a familiar heat building between us. “Race you to the bedroom?”

Garrett grins, his eyes darkening with desire. “You're on.”

As we rush through our new home, laughing and stumbling over boxes, I'm filled with joy. We collapse onto the bed, breathless and giddy.

As Garrett's lips trail down my neck and his hands slip under my shirt, I close my eyes and surrender.

“I love you, Daddy,” I say, a small smile playing on my lips.

Garrett's gaze darkens. “You know how much I love it when you call me that.”

“I have some idea,” I tease, pressing my hips against him.

Garrett raises an eyebrow, his expression turning stern. “Looks like you need a reminder of who's in charge. Since you have trouble staying quiet, I'll find another way to keep that sassy mouth occupied.”

I giggle. “How do you plan to do that?”

Garrett's thumb brushes my lip. “I could kiss you until you're breathless. Or, if you're particularly bratty, I'll find another use for this pretty mouth.”

My cheeks flush. The thought of Garrett using my mouth for his pleasure is exhilarating. “I'll be good, promise.”

A slow smile spreads across Garrett's face, and he leans down to press a soft kiss to my lips. “Good girl. Now, let's see if you should get your reward.”

He pulls back slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. “Get over here, baby girl.”

I crawl toward him on the bed, feeling the soft sheets brush against my bare skin.

I eagerly nod, unable to tear my gaze away. “Yes, Daddy.”

He chuckles, slowly shedding his boxers.

I can feel the heat radiating off of him as he undoes his belt and slowly lowers his pants revealing the massive erection, straining against his underwear.

My mouth waters.

I breathe, reaching out to touch him. My fingers tentatively brush against his hardness, causing my stomach to flutter.

“That's a good girl,” he whispers, his voice rough with desire. “Now, show Daddy what you've learned.”

He grabs my face and guides me. As he guides me into position, I close my eyes and take him into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the slight tang of his arousal, then take him deeper into my mouth. My cheeks hollow, and I moan feeling his length on my tongue.

“That's it, Skylar. Take it nice and deep.” His fingers tighten in my hair as his thick shaft works its way down my throat.

His words send a thrill of arousal through me and I feel a surge of dampness between my legs. I want to devour him, to show him just how much I crave his pleasure.

“Just like that, baby girl,” he breathes out, his hips subtly rocking in time with the rhythm I've established. “You're doing so fucking well.”

Garrett's body is a taut bowstring beneath me, his voice a hoarse whisper as he guides me with increasingly urgent commands.

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