Page 9 of Babygirl for Christmas

A knock at the door announces my pizza is here and pulls me from my thoughts.

8

Nick

The lookof shock on Cherry’s face when she opens the door is priceless, and the flush on her cheeks as she stares at me hungrily pleases me. I’m glad that she’s not immune to me—that she desires me as much as I desire her.

“You’re not the pizza guy.”

“And yet, I have pizza,” I say, holding up the pizza box that I intercepted from the delivery guy before he had a chance to knock.

Cherry licks her lips, and I don’t think it’s the pizza she’s hungry for. Her eyes take in every inch of my body, and I can see her nipples harden under the thin cotton of her shirt. My cock twitches behind my zipper. It takes all my willpower to stop myself from attacking her like a starving man.

“Can I come in?” My voice is rough, and from the way her eyes dilate, she knows exactly how her hungry looks are affecting me.

She backs away from the door slowly, and I stalk her as she takes steps back into the living room. I put the pizza down on the coffee table and continue following her until her back hits the wall. Her breath catches in her throat, and she watches me with lust-filled eyes. I don’t stop until her pebble-hard nipples poke into my chest, and I can see her pulse racing.

“Nick,” she gasps.

I lean into her, my lips hovering just above her soft skin. I skate my lips along the delicate line of her neck and breathe her in, teasing us both. “I’m going to kiss you now, Cherry,” I growl, loving how she shudders in response to my words.

“Please…” she practically begs.

I don’t give her the chance to say more. My lips come down on hers, and I grip her hair in my fist, tipping her head back for more access. She moans into my mouth as I tighten my hold, my cock straining beneath my jeans. I almost lose my mind when she wraps her arms around my neck and moves her curvy little body against me. It kills me, but I slow our kiss into something soft and sweet before backing away from her.

She’s breathing hard, her breasts heaving with every inhale. Confusion mars her beautiful face, and I second guess my resolve. She obviously wants me, but I need to be sure she understands what she’s getting into with me. She won’t just be some conquest. No, I’m looking for forever with her. She’s going to show me the little side of her that’s begging to be set free, and I’m going to show her just how good a daddy dom can care for her.

My instincts have always said that Cherry is a babygirl… she’s repressed that part of herself, maybe not even recognizing that is something she desires.

I grab her by the hand and pull her towards the couch and her dinner. She sits down in a daze but quickly snaps out of it. Her confused look morphs into hurt. “Why did you stop?”

“Because you’re not ready yet,” I tell her honestly.

She laughs darkly. “I can guarantee I’m ready. I want you.”

Fuck me.

Hearing her confirm what I already know is music to my ears. I’m going to stand strong… “I want you too, babygirl. And I’ll have you, but only when the time is right.”

“And that’s not now?” she asks morosely.

I smile at her, both loving and hating how disappointed she is. “Soon, baby,” I promise.

9

CHERRY

Nick completely surprisesme by staying. It’s hard to imagine a man like Nick sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table eating pizza and watching a children’s movie, but he acts like he wants nothing more than to be here with me doing just this. It’s a heady feeling having such a strong, alpha man doting on me in such simple ways. I love how he not only got plates but also served me my pizza. He even picked off the mushrooms that the pizza place mistakenly added.

It reminds me of the heroes in some of the books I’ve read. He’s taking care of me, much like the dominant men in the naughty books I love so much. Not just a dominant, but the most taboo of them all—the daddy doms. Every time I read one of those books, I always find myself relating to the heroines. The little girls who have a big strong man to hold them and make them feel special and loved.

I want that. Maybe it’s the age difference, or perhaps it’s just how Nick projects himself, but I could totally see him in the place of a daddy. He’d be the best. He’d coddle and cuddle and take care of me. I can even see him punishing me if I break his rules. Though, I don’t see myself breaking whatever rules he might set.

“You alright?” Nick asks, yanking me out of my musings.

“Oh, I-um… yeah, sorry I was in my own little world there.” I wince, realizing the movie is over and probably has been for quite some time if the look of worry on his face is anything to go by.

“What’s on your mind?”

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