Page 18 of Billionaire Daddy's Girl

With one deep thrust, I’m seated inside her, her soft, hot walls clenching at me tightly. I curse under my breath as pleasure turns my blood to fire. Delaney moans, arching up, panting heavily as she adjusts to my size.

“You take me so well,” I praise, marveling at her. “This perfect little pussy was made for me, wasn’t it, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she keens. “I was made for you.”

“That’s right,” I say, my voice so possessive the words come out as a low growl. “Now, let me prove it to you.”

And then I fuck her in earnest, claiming her, body and soul, in the way I’ve been needing to all night. Claiming her in this slutty little costume she’s going to wear out tonight, claiming her so that she won’t ever forget who she belongs to.

I grip Delaney’s thighs as she trembles and moans, fucking her in long, deep thrusts that send pleasure slamming into me. She feels so fucking good, so fucking perfect, so fucking mine.

“Daddy, I—” my baby girl gasps, shaking, her inner walls fluttering around me. She can’t get the words out, but I know what she means, what she’s trying to say.

“Come for me, pretty girl,” I demand. “Give me your pleasure like a good girl.”

She shatters, writhing and moaning my name as she comes on my cock. The sight of her, the feel of her, drags me over the edge, too, and I fill her with come. My vision darkens at the edges with the sheer force of bliss she throws me into, and the only thought in my mind is of her.

My everything.

After I hold her while our breathing calms then clean her up so that she’s not uncomfortable, I glance at the time and laugh.

“We’re late, baby girl,” I tell her, smirking.

“Oops,” she giggles, still flushed and full of bliss, not looking or sounding very sorry at all.

“Naughty girl,” I say fondly, helping her readjust her outfit and untangle her hair from the bunny ears.

When we’re both put back together, I call the car and take my girl to the party.

The rest of the night passes in a blur of drinks, lights, and dancing. Normally, I’d use events like this as opportunities to meet business colleagues or discuss deals, but tonight, work isn’t on my mind at all. I barely even take note of any of the other people there, even when they come up to try to talk to me. The entire world ceases to exist when I’m with her. She’s all that matters.

She’s all that will ever matter from now on.

Her happiness. Her laughter. Her love.

I’ll prove it to her.

10

DAMIEN

“Where are we going? Back to Paris again?” Delaney asks for what must be the fifth time as we step onto the private jet.

I raise a brow at her, unable to hide my amusement. “Didn’t I tell you to be patient and stop asking questions?”

She pouts. “I’ll find out when the pilot announces it then,” she says, grinning.

I’m one step ahead of her. “Nice try, baby girl,” I say, shaking my head. “The pilot and the flight attendants have been instructed not to give anything away, either, not until we get there.”

She gapes at me, crossing her arms over her chest in pretend offense. “So mean,” she huffs, but there’s a spark in her eyes that gives away just how excited she is.

I’ve had this trip planned for weeks, ever since she first mentioned in casual conversation that she’d always dreamed of going to Bali. Whatever she wants, she can have. I’ll give her the world, the moon, and the damn stars if I could.

Since I can’t, I’ll give her the vacation of her dreams.

“Oh my God,”Delaney breathes as we step off the plane, her eyes going wide and her cheeks flushing as a warm, balmy breeze hits our skin. “You brought me to Bali?”

Her voice is awestruck, and I grin as I nod. “I did, but there’s more to this surprise. Are you ready?”

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