Page 11 of Billionaire Daddy's Girl

I kiss her as I draw out of her body, thrusting back in slowly until I build a rhythm that has her gasping and moaning for me.

“Mine,” I groan against her mouth, nipping her bottom lip. “All mine, Delaney. I want to feel this pretty pussy come around my cock, baby.”

“Yours,” she moans, and when I reach between us to give her needy clit attention, she tightens around my cock, throwing me over the edge with her.

I thrust as deep as I can as I come, Delaney coming with me. My seed fills her, and it fills me with a deep sense of satisfaction.

I wrap her in my arms and lie beside her in the bed, both of us panting and high on bliss, still buried inside her.

“You okay, pretty girl?” I ask.

“Perfect,” she mumbles, eyes closed and body soft and limp with pleasure as she cuddles against me.

“Yes, you are,” I agree, grinning as I kiss her shoulder. “Perfect, and all mine.”

6

DELANEY

Paris has put its charm on me the same way Damien has, and by the time we have to leave, I’m already pining to go back. Damien promises we can return often, though, and I know he means it. He’s more than proven that he doesn’t make vows like that lightly.

My body is still buzzing from all we did, and I’m more than a little tired. We spent a lot of time in bed but very little time actually sleeping. It was more than worth it.

I nap for some of the flight back, but the feeling of being shaken wakes me up. I startle, fear spiking through me as my heart rate skyrockets. The plane shudders around me again, and my stomach drops, my hands beginning to shake with panic.

Warm arms wrap around me, drawing me back down into the bed. Behind the curtain of the plane, nobody disturbs us, and the bed is bigger than the one in my apartment. Right now, though, I can’t focus on the sheer luxury of it because my mind is spinning with fear as the plane shakes again.

“What’s happening? What’s wrong?” I ask in a frantic rush, clinging to Damien.

“Ssh, pretty girl, it’s okay,” he eases, kissing my head as he holds me tight against his chest. “Nothing’s wrong, it’s just turbulence. It’s like a car driving over gravel. There’s some bumps, but it’s totally normal. Don’t worry.”

I nod, though when my stomach dips again, I can’t help the panic rising higher and higher over me. “Are … are you sure?” I ask, voice wavering.

“I would never lie to you, baby,” Damien promises, pushing my hair out of my face so he can look me in the eye. “Tell me what I promised you.”

I swallow thickly, holding on to him tight. “That you’d take care of me.”

“Do you trust me?”

I don’t care if it’s crazy, I trust Damien more than anyone else. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Let me distract you from the fear, prove to you nothing bad is going to happen,” he says softly, and I push closer to him.

“Please,” I agree, desperate to be distracted from the turbulence and take sanctuary in the man that I’m falling for. “Distract me, Daddy.”

“Such a good girl, letting me take care of you,” he praises, and this time, when I shiver, it has nothing to do with fear.

He murmurs sweet reassurances as he tucks us under the blanket, keeping me as close as possible. He bought me a skirtand top from the boutique to wear on the way back, and now his hand skates up under the fabric, sending goosebumps all over my body.

He cups me between my legs, the heel of his hand pressing against my clit through the thin fabric of my panties. My hips rise off the bed sheets, my body desperate for him. I’ve never been touched like this until yesterday, and now I’m greedy for it—needy and writhing within seconds of his hand on me, knowing how much pleasure he can bring me. He’s unlocked something in myself I didn’t even know existed.

The plane shakes and lurches in another bout of turbulence, but the moan that leaves me as Damien slides two fingers into me is all pleasure. There’s no room for fear when my body is so focused on bliss.

“That’s it, so brave,” Damien whispers, kissing my neck and making me gasp. “My brave girl.”

“Daddy,” I whimper, lost in the spell he casts on me. All I can think of is his name. Nothing else matters.

His mouth trails down my neck, and he slides his other hand up my shirt, pushing the material out of the way so he can kiss down my chest and stomach. He adjusts the blankets, hands on my thighs as he settles between my legs. He looks up at me, eyes sparkling with desire, and holds my gaze as he rucks up my skirt and tugs down my panties.

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