Page 95 of Until I Find You

When Camilla looks back at me, she has tears in her eyes. “Why do they have to be so cute like that?”

I take measured breaths. As if I wasn’t already trying to quell visions of our future, that vision gets shoved right in my face. Thank god she’s on birth control or else I might beg her to let me give her a little princess, just like her.

“Baby girl, you don’t just look like a princess. You are one.”

Camilla leans on her elbow, looking at me from under her dark lashes. Her ice cream drips down onto the back of her fingers. “Dammit, I was trying to be sexy.”

She runs her tongue over her fingers and up the scoop of ice cream.

I reach under the table, brushing my fingers over her knee. “Oh, baby girl, you don’t have to try to do that at all.”

We take the car home.Well, not home. Because halfway through the drive to Camilla’s apartment, she leans into my lap, grabs my thigh, and breathes into my ear, “I’m wet, Daddy.”

I extend my arm over the back of the seat and lean closer to her. “You uncomfortable, baby girl?”

She nods.

“You need Daddy to touch your pussy?”

She giggles. “Yes, Daddy.”

I grab her thigh, a handful and a half. “Fuck, baby girl.”

I instruct my driver, Rich, to put the partition up and drive. We’re not getting out of this car until my baby girl is taken care of.

It’s a switch. Just flips on when the time is right. The dominant part of me that for so long was sleepy comes alive, and I’m ready to go to the ends of the earth to take care of my baby girl.

The second the partition is closed, I pull her onto my lap, grab a handful of her hair, and pull her mouth to mine.

She’s already rutting against me, searching for erection. And isn’t she lucky I’m always half-hard around her. It only takes a few swipes of her center over mine to have me hard as a rock, even with all the fabric between us.

“Pull up your dress,” I growl.

Camilla does so, revealing her pretty panties. I bought those for her too. Lacy and sweet with a little rosette on the front. I hook my fingers into them and pull them down enough for my fingers to coast right between her folds. “You weren’t lying.”

“I don’t lie, Daddy.”

“No, you don’t, because you’re a good girl, right?”

“Only for you, Daddy.”

I keep swiping my fingers through her slit, gathering her wetness. My god, I would slide right in. All the way in without an issue or pause.

I want this to last, though. I want every moment with Camilla to last, but especially when she’s my baby girl. When she needs me beyond sense.

I tuck two fingers inside her.

She sinks down onto them without prompting, her head rolling back.

I use my thumb to caress her clit. “Ride my fingers, baby.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

A primal sound resounds in my chest.

Camilla slides up and down my fingers, her moans growing louder and louder. Her head rolls back, her eyes close. She holds onto my shoulders to steady herself.

She needs me.

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