Page 48 of Until I Find You

Popping my mouth off her pussy, I take my first full breath since I began eating her out. “I fucking should have insisted we stay at a hotel,” I growl.

Camilla’s fingers stroke my cheek and the smile on her face is divine. Sweet, pleasured. “You make me feel so good, Daddy.”

I turn my face toward her fingers, capturing one in my mouth and sucking.

She pouts. “I want to make you feel good too.”

“You do, baby girl.” I don’t recognize myself. All this time with access to the club and everything and I had no idea who I needed to be. But it all feels so right, so deeply aligned with the man I’ve wanted to be ever since puberty. I’m not going to try and rein it in.

Camilla backs her hips down so she’s seated on my chest, her wet pussy pressed against my skin. Placing both hands by the sides of my faces, she pushes her hips further back, leaving a trail ofherself down my body until she settles over my boxers. “Want to make you feel good here, Daddy.”

My jaw tightens when our eyes meet.

Her innocent gaze is almost comical when her breasts have spilled out of her nightgown and her hair looks like she’s been fucked ten ways to Sunday.

Camilla places her hands on my ribs and idles her hips back and forth over me, rubbing my dick through my boxers. Her eyes don’t leave my face.

I gnash on my lower lip and allow my hips to move with her.

“You want me, Daddy?”

“Yes, princess. You know I do.”

“I want you so bad,” she whimpers. Her voice has taken on a completely different quality than the Camilla I know in the world beyond our bed. Slightly higher. She’s finding herself, just like I have. Finding she is my good girl.

Mybaby girl.

Her eyes flutter shut. “I want you so deep inside me, Daddy.”

I run my hands over her thighs, thrust into her. “We can’t tonight, princess. Daddy didn’t bring any protection.”

Why would I? I didn’t think there’d be any fucking around.

Camilla lays herself down on top of me and says in my ear, “I’m on the pill.”

That’s never been good enough for me before. I learned from my father’s mistakes, and I always use protection. But right now,with Camilla. It all falls down the drain. Her words are all the permission I need.

I flip her onto her back, relishing her giggle and the way she holds onto me.

Camilla’s knees frame my hips.

I’m already daydreaming about how deep I can go.

I shuck off my boxers, cradling my cock in my hand. It’s harder than I’ve ever been, red, angry,dripping.

All for her.

I drop between her legs again and, this time, my cock rests in her bare pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” I move my hips back and forth through her.

“You did that, Daddy.”

“Goddammit, do you know what it does to me when you call me ‘Daddy’?” My head falls back.

Camilla giggles, spreads her arms upward, stretching her gorgeous body for me. “Probably the same thing it does to me.”

I pause. We’re moving so fast, I haven’t enjoyed or cared for her the way she deserves.

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