Page 69 of Until Daddy

The moment Jamison touched her, lifting her off her feet, she crumbled inside. So much tension had built all week, hoping she’d be able to see him at the concert. She hadn’t thought he would offer to drive her, but when the text had come in, she’d felt a surge of hope. Always being cautious with her optimism, she hadn’t let her mind spin fantasies.

But there he was. In her apartment and wanting to start over again.

All the emotion she’d shoved away for weeks flooded her and tears spilled over her lower lids and down her cheeks. He immediately gathered her back in his arms, cradling her in his lap on her bed.

“It’s okay, Carissa-girl. It’s okay.”

“I know.” She sniffled. “I’m just so tired of trying not to hurt and now I don’t have to hurt anymore.”

He flinched but didn’t let her go. “I’m sorry you had to hurt at all.”

“You hurt, too,” she reminded him. He’d gone through so much and she hadn’t been there for it. She couldn’t stop the tears from flowing and she didn’t try. She didn’t need to.

“We both hurt because we weren’t with each other. But now we are here, now we can heal.”

She’d missed him so much. How easily he could soothe her with a hug, a kiss—hell, a wink. She’d tried telling herself she could get over him but she’d been lying to herself. She’d never be able to get over him.

“Aren’t you going to paddle me?” she asked when several minutes went by and he still held her.

“I think the last few weeks were punishment enough for both of us,” he said.

She looked up at him, wiping the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand. “Do you still—” She swallowed. “Do you still want me?”

“Want you? Carissa, if I don’t have you in the next ten minutes, I’ll probably die a horrible death. Outside of the physical need I have for you, I want you in every other way, too. I always did. I love you, Carissa. And if that scares you, I’ll hold you tighter.”

“It doesn’t scare me. I mean, it would have a while ago, but seeing as I love you, too, it only makes good sense.”

He looked down at her, a warm smile spreading across his features.

“Still such a smart mouth.”

She giggled and snuggled closer, enjoying the warmth of being in his arms.

“I know how to cure that.” His hands began to wander down her body, feeling her and pinching her. She didn’t wiggle away or try to stop him. Instead she gave him free reign.

It felt so good to have his hands on her again, to have her daddy back with her.

“I think we can do without these panties,” he said. She scooted off the bed and rolled the cotton panties down and stepped out of them.

“Your pants might get in the way too.” She gestured at the bulge in his jeans.

“You’re right.” He hopped off the bed and made quick work of getting as naked as she was. He grabbed her and tossed her down on the bed, shoving her legs apart and pressing his hard cock against her.

“I’ve missed this too.” He reached between them and began to pet her clit. She hadn’t touched herself in weeks, not feeling the desire to do anything without him. His little touch had her on the brink already.

He eased two fingers into her, his mouth agape as he watched her. “My girl is wet and wanting. You’re close, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” She nodded, gripping his shoulders.

“I’m afraid this isn’t going to take very long.” He poised his cock at her entrance.

“I don’t care,” she all but yelled.

He laughed then removed his fingers, quickly replacing them with his cock. “Oh, fuck.” He gripped her hips and ground his pelvis into her.

She arched her spine, trying to get closer to him, to pull him further inside.

“I have to,” she panted, meeting his thrusts with her own.

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