Page 73 of Morally Gray Daddies

I smiled up at him, my heart swelling with emotion. “Then don’t stop,” I whispered back, rolling my hips to encourage him. “Keep fucking me, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl.”

With a low growl, Erik resumed his earlier pace, driving into me with renewed vigor. I could feel him swelling inside me and that he was close to his own release.

“Daddy…” I repeated the word that made my pussy throb with fresh desire. “I want to feel you. Please...”

His rhythm faltered, becoming erratic as he neared the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and let out a guttural groan. I felt the hot pulse of his release deep inside me, triggering another small orgasm of my own.

For several long moments, we lay there, tangled in each other’s arms, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Erik’s weight was comforting on top of me, anchoring me to this perfect moment.

Finally, he lifted his head to look at me, his eyes soft with affection. “I meant what I said,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I’m going to always keep you safe.”

I nodded, my throat tight with emotion. “I know you will,” I whispered back, running my fingers through his hair.

Erik rolled to the side, pulling me with him so we lay facing each other. He trailed his hand down my side, letting it come to rest on my hip as he smiled that rare, genuine smile that never failed to make my heart flutter. Then he pulled me close again, tucking my head under his chin. I breathed in his scent, feeling safe and cherished in his arms.

“I know our relationship isn’t conventional, or at least it didn’t start off that way,” he said. “And I know there are challenges ahead. But I want you to know that I’m all in. Whatever comes our way, we’ll face it together.”

I nodded, feeling a surge of love and determination. “Together. Always.”

“You know,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear, “I think my good girl deserves a reward for making me want to change my ways.”

I shivered at his words, anticipation coiling in my belly. “What did you have in mind, Daddy?” I emphasized the word, loving how it made my body feel.

“Call me that again,” he commanded.

“Daddy.”

“I like that.”

Without warning, Erik flipped us over, pinning me beneath him once more. His eyes gleamed with mischief and desire as he looked down at me.

“I think,” he said, slowly trailing kisses down my neck, “that I’m going to taste every,” a kiss to my collarbone, “single,” another between my breasts, “inch of you.”

I gasped as he continued his journey downward, his facial stubble scraping deliciously against my sensitive skin. When he reached my navel, he paused to look up at me with a wicked grin.

“And then,” he continued, his breath hot against my lower abdomen, “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll forget your own name. Over and over again.”

I whimpered, already trembling with need. “Please,” I begged, not caring how desperate I sounded.

Erik’s eyes darkened with lust at my plea. “Such a good girl, begging so prettily,” he purred.

He resumed his downward path, peppering kisses along my inner thighs. I squirmed beneath him, desperate for his touch where I needed it most. But Erik took his time, savoring every inch of skin as promised.

When he eventually reached my aching center, he paused, his hot breath teasing me. I whimpered again, my hips lifting involuntarily.

“Patience, little one,” he chided gently. “I’m going to take care of you.”

With agonizing slowness, he ran his tongue along my slit, gathering my arousal. I gasped at the sensation, tangling my fingers in his hair.

“Mmm,” he hummed appreciatively. “So wet for me already. Such a good girl.”

He set to work then, his talented tongue exploring every fold and crevice. When he found my clit, I cried out, arching my back off the bed. Erik threw an arm across my hips, holding me in place as he continued his sweet torture.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured against me. “Let me hear how good he makes you feel.”

I obeyed, my moans growing louder as he built me higher and higher. When he slid two thick fingers inside me, curling them just right, I nearly screamed.

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