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It was hard to wrap his brain around that for a second because he never thought he would find a little girl that would love him. Finn thought that he would be alone forever and die alone.

But Charlotte proved him wrong. He knew that she was his the moment he laid eyes on her, but he had to wait for her to reciprocate the feelings. And he was glad that he waited because right now, holding her and knowing that she loved him was the best thing ever.

Charlotte started to wiggle, and Finn let out a groan. He could feel himself starting to get hard, and he knew if she didn’t stop soon, he was going to have his way with her.

“Charlotte, you need to stop,” Finn groaned.

She continued to wiggle and grind herself against him.

“I don’t want to, Daddy,” she whispered in his ear. “I want you.”

Finn’s head rolled back, and he closed his eyes tight. He needed all the strength he could muster up to not take her to his room and have his way with her.

“Charlotte, I need you to know that once I have a taste of you, you won’t ever be able to leave. You’ll be mine,” Finn said as he looked at her.

“I know, Daddy. I want you.”

That was all it took for Finn to be convinced that she wanted to be with him for the rest of their lives. Finn stood up with Charlotte in his arms and walked toward his room.

He walked in and threw her onto the bed. He stalked slowly toward her as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“Last chance, little cupcake. Are you sure?” he asked.

“Take me, Daddy.”

CHAPTER THIRTY

CHARLOTTE

Charlotte stared at her Daddy as he walked the rest of the way to her. Nerves filled her body as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side.

His chest and torso were chiseled with muscles. Charlotte's mouth went dry as she looked over his chest at his tattoos. She was a sucker for tattoos, and he had several.

How did she miss them?

They littered the upper part of his chest and arms. In big bold lettering were the numbers nineteen-eighty-three. Was that the year he was born?

Charlotte knew that he was on the older side, and knowing he was forty turned her on even more.

A shiny object caught her attention, and she found herself looking at his right nipple that was pierced. How would it feel to have her tongue graze across it as she made her way down to his cock?

"Little cupcake, if you keep looking at me like I'm some meal, I won't last long." Daddy's voice brought her out of her thoughts.

Charlotte looked in his eyes and gave him a shy smile. He looked absolutely delicious, and Charlotte couldn't wait to get a taste of him.

Daddy got onto the bed and cupped her face with his hands. He leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against hers, a small whimper coming out of her mouth.

His soft lips guided Charlotte's as he gently pushed her body down onto the bed. Charlotte's legs fell open, and Daddy's body went in between them.

"Such a good girl," he said against her lips.

His hips met hers, and he ground his erection against her. A soft moan slipped through her mouth, and her back arched.

"Please," she whimpered. "Please."

Daddy's lips trailed down her neck but stopped where her jaw and neck met and sucked on it. Shivers passed through Charlotte's body as pleasure coursed through her.

Kisses started to trail down her neck but stopped when her shirt got in the way.

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