Page 59 of Daddy's Heart

“Fuck, Sam,” he groaned. “Ride me, baby. Ride me hard.”

She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and shifted her feet until they were flat on the bed. He dragged in a breath, trying to force his heart to calm the fuck down.

“Sam—” He put some warning in his tone, but she seemed to take it as a challenge.

“Ride ’em, cowboy.” She laughed and lifted her ass up until his cock almost slipped free, then she slammed down. He gritted his teeth against the tsunami of pleasure as she continued to ride him with a wild fever. She dug her fingertips into his chest and moved back down to her knees, but it didn’t change her pace or force.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled out, pulling her hips down when she lifted up again. “Your pussy’s so tight, so sweet.”

She leaned forward, brushing her lips across his, but it wasn’t enough. He grabbed her hair, fisting it at her scalp, keeping her close to him. His tongue lashed out between her lips, possessing her, controlling.

His girl had had her turn.

But it was over.

“Lean back and play with your clit,” he ordered, pulling her away from him.

Arousal flashed electric in her eyes and she obeyed.

He dragged his attention from her flushed face down the length of her body until he found her clit. The sight of his cock disappearing into her tight hole over and over again kicked him closer to the end, but he regained control of himself. Barely.

Her slender fingers ran over her clit, rubbing it and teasing it until she was gasping over him.

“You getting close, sweetheart? You want to come on my cock? Come hard for me?” He reached up with both hands and pinched her nipples.

“Fuck!” she yelled, and her eyes widened.

“Again, sweetheart,” he ordered, pinching her harder.

“Oh, fuck. Ryder, I can’t…so…fuck…” her words tumbled out. He had no idea what she was trying to say, but it didn’t matter. His own release was chasing him down.

“Harder, baby, you can do it. Play with your clit, that’s it…that’s my good girl…”

“Oh!”

“Be my good girl,” he said again, grinding his hips upward and taking over the thrusts. Her concentration was exactly where it should be—obeying him.

“Lick your fingers. Get them wet, baby girl,” he commanded, knowing full well her slick pussy was giving her enough lubrication. Watching her slip her fingers into her mouth, licking the tips, and bringing them back out…fuck, it was enough to make him explode.

“Good girl,” he ground out between clenched teeth.

Her pussy clamped around him. She was getting close. Increasing his trusts and flicking her nipples with his thumbs, he dragged her to the edge.

“Yes, oh…yes…oh…god…god…oh…” She cried out a long, dragged-out sound that mimicked the tense pulsation of her pussy around his cock.

“Fuck! So good!” He let go of her tits and grabbed her hips, yanking her down on him and holding her steady while his orgasm shook him. Wave after wave, his release spurted into her hot passage, stealing his breath and his vision.

Slowly, as the world came back into view, he realized her head was tucked into his neck. Her hot breath washed over his skin, bathing him in her warmth and sweetness. He hugged her, shifting her upward until his dick slipped from her. His cum spilled out, but he’d clean up later. Right now, he needed to hold his girl.

“You let me be on top,” she whispered after several long moments passed.

“You can ride me like that any day of the week.” He kissed her forehead.

“I thought you were going to let me be in control, but then you just—” She pushed up and looked down at him, her brow wrinkled and hazy eyes. “But you took it back.”

He grinned. “Did you hate it?”

“No. It felt good, giving it back to you. Fuck, Ryder.” She fell back onto his chest with a thump. “It’s too good like this,” she whispered—too soft for him to think she wanted him to hear, so he didn’t comment.

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