Page 17 of Dirty Little Christmas

"Yes."

"I'm going to love you with my body now, Georgia. I need you to be brave for me because it's going to hurt. Give the pain to me, little one. Bite me, claw me. Fight me if it makes it hurt less." I'll take it for her. Always, I'll carry that burden for her.

"I'm nervous, daddy," she whispers.

"I know," I croon, kissing all over her sweet face. "Do you trust me, baby girl?"

"Yes."

"Then trust that I'll make this good for you."

She hesitates for a split second and then nods.

"Kiss me, baby girl," I demand.

She chases my lips with her own, locking them together. I kiss her until she's melting in my arms again, as relaxed as I know she's going to get. I feel like the world's biggest bastard when I yank her down on me, impaling her in one hard thrust. Her hymen rips, pulling a pained cry from her lips.

I howl in fury at the sound. Hurting her…fuck.I hate it.

She bites me, her teeth sinking into my shoulder hard enough to draw blood. I roar her name when I feel them, proud as hell to be able to do this for her. To be the one she trusts to take the pain for her. She scratches down my arms, writhing on my cock.

I stay completely still, taking everything she gives me. I know she still feels it though. She's rigid in my lap, writhing in pain. Her tears dampen my skin.

"I'm sorry, baby girl," I croon, kissing all over her face, showering her with affection.

Little by little, she relaxes. She retracts her claws, unlocks her jaw.

I lift her half an inch, testing the waters.

"Daddy," she gasps.

The hard part is over. Thank God.

"Do you like that?" I ask, sliding her back down.

"Y-yes," she hiccups. "More."

I lift her again, higher this time and then slide her back down. She's a vise around me, so tight I know I'm not going to last long. That ripe little body is going to milk the cum right out of me.

"I love you, baby girl."

"Daddy," she whispers in awe. Her gray eyes flutter open, meeting mine. "I love you."

"Ah, baby." I throw my head back, reveling in the kind of pleasure that pierces so deep it changes you on the molecular level. I'm not Blaze Parrish, a singular being anymore. I'm Blaze Parrish, Georgia's daddy. Her lover.Hers.Period.

I make love to her like I've dreamed of doing, lifting her up and down my cock, watching the play of emotion across her face. She's so expressive, everything she feels right there for the world to see. I see it. The ecstasy. The joy. The overwhelming bliss. I made her feel those things. Me.

"Daddy, daddy," she chants when I pick up the pace, bouncing her on my dick. Her ass meets my thighs with a clap of soundeach time, her flesh smacking against mine. I kiss her again and again, unable to keep my mouth off her.

"You feel that, baby girl?" I growl when her inner walls begin to flutter. "If you don't tell anyone our little secret, that's how good daddy will make you feel every day."

"Do…do I make you feel that good too, daddy?" she gasps.

"Ah, God, yeah, little one. So fucking good."

Her eyes meet mine, wide and innocent…mischief lurking in the depths. "Am I your good girl now, daddy?"

Fuck. Ah, fuck. She's killing me and doesn't even know she's doing it. No, she knows. The naughty little thing definitely knows. It's exactly what she wants.

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