Page 49 of Until I Find You

I lower my lips to her sternum, then trail my mouth upward. Her collarbone to her neck to her jaw and then to her mouth in a soft kiss.

Camilla sighs, nuzzling her nose against me.

Does she understand I want so much more than just this night with her? Is that clear from the way I kiss her? The way I speak to her? Touch her?

“Inside,” she croaks. “Please, Daddy, inside me.”

I readjust my hips, find her entrance with the head of my cock, and pause before I enter. To look in her eyes.

There’s no going back to what we were before.

However, I don’t know if we were ever anything different than this.

I push into her, capturing her mouth with mine before she can cry out. Her body snaps under mine, arms flung around my neck, legs around my waist.

My cock wants to burst with relief.

I’m obviously not going to let that happen, though.

I pulse into her, shallow, letting her tight pussy stretch around me, while our tongues roll and lips press over and over until Camilla bites my lower lip and pulls back.

I sigh and allow her to fall into the pillows. I frame her arms with mine, keeping her arms overhead. “Does this feel okay?” I press in and drag out.

“So good,” she says, her eyelids falling lower. “Go faster.”

So, I do.

“Deeper, Daddy,” she moans, her head rolling back. “Deeper.”

I push myself deeper too. Faster, deeper, anything for my baby girl.

Our fingers interlace over her head.

I press my face into the side of her head. “Fuck, you feel so good. So tight for me.”

“All for you, Daddy.”

I growl, a sound boiling in my chest I’ve never made before.

Camilla adjusts her legs around me, ankles locking, pulling me as deep as I can go.

My body jolts, euphoria pooling through me.

Not yet. Don’t let go.

Camilla’s body languishes up into me. “I’m going to come again, oh my god, you’re going to make me come again.”

“Look at me.” I lift my head. “Eyes on me when you come.”

Her face is enraptured, jaw falling open further with each thrust of my hips, eyes close to rolling back, but glued to my face.

“Good girl,” I say, unable to stifle the smile.

“Daddy,” she squeaks.

“Yes, fucking say my name.”

“Daddy, I’m – I’m –”

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