Page 26 of Big Gruff Owner

“You like this?” I coo, reminding her that she’s here with me, that this is real. “Tell me how you’re doing, beautiful.”

“Feels incredible,” she says, her voice breathless and full of awe. “You’re amazing. So glad I found you.”

“I’m so glad I found you,” I repeat, meaning every word. “So fucking glad. You’re mine Sadie Prescott and I’m never letting you go.”

With that, I speed up. My hips snap against hers, the sound of our bodies coming together filling the room. Her eyes roll back, and I know I’m hitting the right spot, the spot that’s going to send her over the edge.

I shift my position, resting my weight on my elbows, changing the angle just enough to reach even deeper inside her. She gasps, her body tensing, and I can tell she’s close. Then, on a particularly hard thrust, I see her eyes flutter, and she cries out.

“Whu—” she starts to say, but I cut her off, hitting the same spot again, making her gasp.

I laugh, continuing my relentless pace. “God, you make such pretty sounds.”

Her moans go straight to my head, and I let out a low growl of satisfaction. I’m giving her exactly what she needs, and it’s driving me wild. The way her body responds to me, the way she tightens around me—it’s perfect. Nothing else matters. This is everything.

“You close, pretty girl?” I ask, my voice rough and instinctual. I’m so close myself that I can barely hold back. “You going to come for me?”

“Uh huh,” she groans, her body trembling beneath me.

“Tell me whose it is.” I need to hear it from her mouth. “Tell Daddy whose pussy he’s fucking.”

“Yours,” she gasps out. “All yours. All for you. Just for you.”

“That’s it,” I murmur, my thrusts harder, faster, more desperate. “Youareall mine, aren’t you? This pussy is just for me. Go ahead, beautiful. Come for me. Show me how good you feel.”

On my next thrust, I feel her tighten around me, and I know she’s there. Her body tenses, and she cries out, pulling herself up against my chest. I keep moving, feeling her pussy pulse around my cock, and it’s enough to push me over the edge.

“Good girl,” I growl, my thrusts getting wilder, more erratic. “God, you’re perfect. You sound so pretty. I’m gonna come, gonna come right inside this tight little pussy.”

Less than a second later, I release inside of her, filling her up with my seed. She whimpers, and I feel another wave of pleasure run through her, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. I hold her close, savoring the feeling of being buried so deep inside of her.

“Oh my god,” she murmurs as I pull out of her slowly, hissing as I do.

“Yeah,” I agree breathlessly, loosening my grip on her to give her the chance to readjust.

She doesn’t move away from me like I thought she would. Instead, as I roll over onto my back, she tucks her body against me. I wrap my arms tightly around her and pull her into my chest. A different kind of warmth spreads through my body, and I think this softness is just as good as the sex we just had.

Is this what love feels like?

Chapter Six

Sadie

I'm on cloud nine as I drive home from work, my mind swirling with thoughts of Nathan—Daddy.

He’s everything I never knew I needed, and I can’t help the giddy smile that’s been glued to my face ever since I gave myself over to him a few days ago. It’s like I’ve been floating weightlessly through my days and nothing can bring me down. Not the mundane tasks at work, not the annoying honking of cars as I sit in traffic—nothing. Every thought of Nathan makes me feel like I’ve got the world in my hands, and I’m not letting go.

We’ve been practically inseparable for the days since he took my virginity and I’ve loved every second I’ve spent with him. I’m falling for him. I may have already fallen and yet, I feel no fear about any of it. Something in me just knows my heart is safe with that man. It makes it hard to keep myself in check. To remind myself it hasn’t even hit two weeks since we met. To remind myself that normal people don’t fall in love in a few days.

When I finally pull into the driveway of our townhouses, the evening sun is casting long shadows across the pavement, but it does nothing to dim my mood. I barely notice it because my heart is doing this stupid little dance in my chest, thinking about the way Nathan looks at me, touches me, talks to me. The way his deep brown eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles.God, that smile.

I get out of the car, humming some random tune, my keys jingling as I approach the front door. That’s when I notice it’s cracked open. My first thought is Nathan, and my heart skips a beat. Did he come over to surprise me? Usually, he works until five and then we choose either his place or mine to be in for the night. It’s only three something so he’s early today and I can’t wait to see what he has waiting for me. I picture him inside, maybe cooking something in the kitchen or waiting for me on the couch with that smirk of his, the one that makes me weak in the knees.

“Nathan?” I call out as I step through the door.

The second I’m inside my heart, which was dancing just moments ago, stutters in my chest. The living room is a mess, things tossed around like a tornado swept through. My books are scattered across the floor, the couch cushions are thrown, and the lamp is knocked over. A chill creeps up my spine, the giddiness evaporating as a cold, hard dread takes its place.

This isn’t Nathan.

---