Page 35 of Daddy's Princess

I cup her cheeks and press a kiss to her lips. “I won’t let that happen, babygirl.”

“Promise?”

That one word is full of hope and longing. She desperately wants what I’m offering but is afraid of her own needs. I vow here and now to never take for granted the beauty that is Sugar’s submission. She deserves everything good the world has to offer her, and I’m determined to give it to her.

“I promise.” I seal my vow with another kiss. “Now, how about we order some dinner and relax a little? Maybe watch a movie?”

“Can I pick?” she asks, hopefully.

“Of course.”

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Sugar decided on Chinese food,and while scrolling through Netflix looking for a movie, she started talking about her favorite shows and nearly lost her mind when I admitted to not having watched Stranger Things. Sugar finds it hilarious that I don’t know how to use chopsticks and takes it upon herself to teach me.

The first time I send a piece of chicken flying is a total accident. Sugar practically falls over laughing at me. The sound of her laughter is a glorious thing. The second piece of chicken I send flying is on purpose just to hear her laugh.

“I think you’re a lost cause,” she says, fighting back her laughter.

“I think you’re right. I’d starve to death if it weren’t for forks.”

Sugar gives me a playful pout. “I wouldn’t let you starve.”

She expertly grips a bite of her orange chicken and brings her chopsticks to my mouth. Offering me a bite. I part my lips and let her feed me. Sugar’s eyes are glued to my lips as I lick away a drop of the spicy-sweet sauce. She looks hungry for everything but food.

She leans forward, licking her lips. I can see the indecision in her eyes. She wants to kiss me but doesn’t know if she should. Not wanting her to overthink things, I close the small distance between us and kiss her. One brief touch of my lips to hers is all it takes for her to light up. She drops her chopsticks to the floor and crawls into my lap, burying her hands in my hair as she kisses me passionately.

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Sugar

Oliver kissesme like he wants to crawl inside me. His hands are on my ass, holding me tight against him. For the second time today, my skirt is pushed up around my waist. It was the only way for me to properly straddle his lap, and let me tell you, I want every perk that comes from the position. I rock my hips, rubbing my needy pussy over the ridge of his cock. His grip tightens, stopping my motion. I whimper into his lips, turning my attention to unbuttoning his shirt. Impatience has me ripping the last two buttons open.

The second his shirt is pushed down his shoulders, my hands are on him. I knew he was built under his clothes, but he’s beyond my expectations. All hard muscles and smooth tanned skin with just a smattering of dark hair below his belly button leading in a trail down to his waistband. I run my hands up over his shoulders then bury them in his hair, crushing my mouth to his. I pour every ounce of my desire into the kiss.

When Oliver suddenly stands with me in his arms, I squeal in surprise, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. “I’ve got you, babygirl,” he growls before taking my lips in another searing kiss.

He doesn’t stop kissing me until we are in his bedroom. A quick look around tells me that the rustic look carries throughout the entire penthouse. There’s no time for me to appreciate the décor because Oliver is pulling my clothes off my body like they’re offensive to him. Within a moment, I’m standing in nothing but my bra.

Oliver groans when he takes me in. “So fucking beautiful.”

He’s still kneeling in front of me from when he helped me step out of my skirt. I shiver when his hands run up my legs, over my thighs, my hips… up, up until he’s standing in front of me, cupping my cheeks. I tip my head back, closing my eyes, and welcoming a kiss that doesn’t come. I open my eyes and look at Oliver in confusion.

He looks at me intently, and I start to get nervous. “What’s wrong?” I cringe at the uncertainty in my tone.

Maybe he’s having doubts?

What if he doesn’t want someone with as much baggage as I have?

I instantly start catastrophizing the situation, and I have to close my eyes and take a deep breath to shake myself out of the downward spiral.

“Nothing is wrong. You’re perfect.” The hungry look he gives me alleviates my fears a lot more than his words. It’s hard to fake sincere desire, words can lie way better than facial expressions. “Have no doubt, Sugar. I’m going to fuck you tonight. I’m going to lay you out on my bed and kiss every inch of your gorgeous body, then I’m going to bury my cock in your tight little pussy and fuck you until you scream.”

I half whimper half moan at the picture he’s painting for me. I want that so fucking bad I ache with wanting it. I’m so turned on by his dirty words that I can feel my pussy dripping down my thighs.

“But before I do all of that—which I’m doing regardless—I think we need to go over a couple of rules.” I can feel my eyes go wide as the idea of having rules makes my arousal grow. “Do you like the idea of having rules?”

I swallow thickly, nodding slowly because I can’t seem to find my voice.

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