Page 24 of Stealing Daddy's Heart

There it is. That look in his eyes. He wants this too. I can feel it.

A surge of emotion crosses Garrett's face, and he pulls me closer. “I've been fighting myself because I didn't think you'd want a man like me. Someone who takes charge, who... demands things. But if that's what you need, Sky, then I'm done holding back. I'll be your Daddy.”

My voice comes out stronger than I expect. “I've thought about this, about us. I want this, Daddy. I want you.”

“You trust me?” he asks steadily.

I nod without hesitation. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, the word feeling both foreign and right.

A slow smile spreads across his face, and he leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “Good girl. I want to show you just a taste of what you're getting into.”

My heart races with anticipation. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper again, the word feeling more right with each use.

His kiss is demanding—desperate and urgent; our heavy breathing fills what little space separates us. It's electric. Garrett's tongue explores my mouth as he deepens the kiss, his strong hands sliding down to grip my ass.

Our bodies press together, his erection pressing against my soaked panties. I clutch onto him like an anchor, unable and unwilling to let go.

His hands slide up, one tangling in my hair as he tugs on it lightly, the other pressing against the small of my back with bruising intensity. We grind together, feeling every inch of each other, claiming territory no one else ever could.

Garrett pulls back, but his lips don't leave my skin. He trails kisses down my neck and across my collarbone, and I swear my heart's about to burst out of my chest.

Every touch sends these little electric shocks through me, and I'm hyperaware of every spot his fingers graze.

They ghost over my dress, and I swear I can feel the heat of his touch through the fabric. His other hand's at my back now, finding my zipper.

He lowers it so slowly I want to scream, but in the best way possible. Then my dress is pooling at my waist, and I've never felt so exposed and so thrilled at the same time.

He tugs at my bra, teasing me before unhooking it to find my breasts. I arch into him, loving how our bodies sync up like we're made for this.

It's dizzying, how much I want him. When his fingers brush over my nipples, I can't help the sounds I make. It's like a jolt of pure pleasure zips through me. I can't help the moan that escapes, muffled against his lips.

His hands move lower, skimming my stomach, and I'm practically vibrating with need. It's like he knows exactly how to touch me, leaving me on fire with every caress.

When his hand slides under my skirt, I can barely breathe. He's tracing patterns on my inner thigh, getting closer and closer to where I need him most. I'm on fire, every part of me aching for his touch.

He touches me like he's mapping every inch, and when he finally pushes inside me, it's electric. I'm lost in the sensation, in Garrett, in us. The moment his fingers slip under my panties, I'm gone.

I arch into him, silently begging for more. My hips have a mind of their own, pressing against his hand. When he finally reaches my clit, I think I might explode. He knows exactly how to touch me, circling faster, and I'm losing my mind.

With every touch, every kiss, I'm falling deeper into this thing between us. And I never want it to stop. His mouth is on my neck now, leaving a trail of hot kisses that make me shiver.

I grab onto his shoulders, holding tight. I need something to anchor me as the pleasure builds and builds.

“Garrett,” I whimper. I can barely get the words out. “Please.”

He nips my ear, and then he's looking right at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

Before I can answer, he slides two fingers inside me, and holy shit, it's like he knows exactly where to touch. The pleasure is so intense, I can barely breathe.

And then it hits me–this wave of pure ecstasy that crashes over me, leaving me shaking and gasping. Every part of me is tingling, and all I can do is cling to Garrett as I ride it out.

When I can finally catch my breath, I look up at him, feeling more exposed and more cherished than I ever have before. This is it, I realize. This is what I've been waiting for. It's everything I've been craving and more.

Garrett's eyes meet mine, filled with desire and something deeper. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Let's go,” he murmurs, his voice husky.

As I come down from the high, I'm struck by how different this feels. Garrett's earlier reluctance had frustrated me, but now that he's fully stepped into his natural role, I feel a profound sense of relief.

It's like a weight has been lifted. I've been waiting for him to realize that I don't want to fight for control with him—I want to be cared for, protected, and cherished in a way only he can provide.

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