Page 20 of Such a Naughty Girl

‘Daddy, please.’Calling him Daddy sent a thrum of pleasure through me. So dirty.

He didn’t dignify me with a response.

Emmett slid his tongue deep inside, and I lost any ability to do anything other than grind myself against his face.

Devoured.

His hot lips moved back over my slit, sucking on it until I saw stars. I tore at the sheets, tuggingdesperatelyaselectricityripped through me.

I came hard, my bodyshatteringagainst Emmett’s face.

He held me there through the quaking and crying out until I collapsed against him. I barely felt it when he lowered me to the bed, his voicewhisperingover me asexhaustionpulled me under.

‘You’re magnificent.’

Chunk’s wet nose dug into my chin, rousing me from sleep.

‘Chunk,’I groaned, ‘I’m trying to sleep.’

I rolled over, dragging the blanket with me to hide from the morning cold.

‘Up and at ‘em, Princess,’Emmett said, tearing the blanket off and gripping me around the waist.

‘Hey,’I squealed, kicking out as he dragged me against his chest, his hands grabbing me by the bum and holding me up. ‘I don’t want to get up.’

‘Your sausages are getting cold, and if you don’t eat them up, Chunk is going to lose his patience. Don’t blame me if he gets ‘em.’

Reaching up, I ran my hands through Emmett’s messy hair, smoothing it back from his face.

‘You should trim this,’I murmured.

‘And you should go brush your teeth, your mouth smells like old cock.’

‘Emmett!’

He laughed and lowered me to the ground, smacking my ass and pointing me to the bathroom.

Rude.

I grabbed the sparetoothbrushhe’d loaned me and scrubbed at my teeth. My foamy smile looked back at me. How had I been stranded for two days with an older man, and ended up feeling so fucking free?

The sausages were hot and greasy, and exactly what I needed. Chunk stared up at me with those super cute puppy eyes,encouragingme to sneak the burnt ends to him.

For the first time in two days, silencesurroundedthe cabin. No battering shutters or whistling windows.

Emmett placed a steaming cup of coffee down on the table in front of me before pottering around the cabin. The vest he wore exposed the veined muscles of his biceps, thick and strong, as he piled logs in the basket by the burner. His boxer shorts skimmed his mid-thigh, tight where his muscles were widest.

While I hadn’t exactly hated my sexual awakening at Emmett’sveryskilled hands, it was Christmas Eve and I was far from family and friends.

As much as I struggled with my parents’ over-involvementin my life, I loved our family get-togethers. The food, the games, the warmth.

They may have lacked a hulking, grizzled sex fiend in my bed, but missing it made me feel sick.

Would they be worried about me?

Why had no one come looking?

‘Hey, Princess, I’m going out to cut some more wood and get Chunk to stretch his legs. You coming?’

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