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I tip her over backwards, coming down on top of her. She whines when she feels my weight on top of her, pinning her down. Her legs cinch tight around my waist, letting me know she likes it.

"Are you comfortable, Georgia?" I ask anyway, just to be sure.

"Yes."

"Good because daddy wants to play."

She opens her mouth to respond, but I don't give her time. I tilt my hips back and then surge forward in one powerful thrust, impaling her on me again. Her mouth goes lax, her eyes practically rolling back in her head.

I fuck her hard, pounding into her exactly like a madman. For her, that's what I am, isn't it? Mad with lust. Mad with need. Fucking desperate for every smile, every laugh.

She loves every second of it. The neighbors probably hear her screaming for daddy. I certainly do. She screams and comes and screams and then comes again. I'm ruthless, dragging her up the ledge and then fucking her right off it until she's limp beneath me and covered in sweat.

Until every thrust pulls a cry of ecstasy from her lips, another tremor from her body.

"Daddy's going to be really bad, little one," I whisper in her ear, pumping my hips so I hit her sweet spot with every thrust. My balls are drawn up, begging for relief. I'm a selfish bastard and don't want this to end. Not now. Not ever. "He's going to put a baby in you tonight."

She whimpers my name when she comes this time, her body locking up so tight there's no chance of me resisting the tight grip of her pussy around my dick. I shout her name as her body rips the orgasm from me, claiming it like it belongs to her.

We writhe together, cry out together. Fall together.

I was wrong in the limo.Thisis the best goddamn orgasm I've ever had.

Chapter Eight

Georgia

"Wake up, little one," Blaze croons in my ear, nuzzling my neck from behind.

I groan, burrowing deeper into him, deeper into his bed. I don't want to wake up. I want to stay right here forever with him wrapped around me. It's my favorite place. He's so warm and cuddly. I love the way he surrounds me.

I don't know what time it is. I don't even know what time I went to sleep.

He carried me into the bathroom and bathed me after making love to me the first time. It was intimate in a way I never thought it could be. I loved every single second of him taking care of me. By the time he was done, I was so blissed out I passed out.

He didn't let me sleep for long, I know that much. Every few hours, he reached for me, kissing me awake. He fucked me again and then again, apologizing every time for not being able to keep his hands off me. As if I had a single complaint. I didn't. I still don't.

Christmas has always been my favorite time of the year. This year, it feels magical in brand new, beautiful ways. I got everything I wanted and so much more. Having Blaze as my daddy is the best gift ever.

"Don't wanna," I whine.

His chuckle does delicious things to the sensitive skin behind my ear. His hand does more wonderful things when he slips it between my legs, cupping my center in his palm.

"I know you're sleepy, baby girl," he croons, pressing his thumb to my clit. "But you have to get up now. We have things to do."

"Mm," I moan, spreading my legs to give him room to work. "I like this thing better."

"Yeah?" His lips brush my shoulder, his thumb running in circles around my clit. "Does that mean you don't want to see what I did downstairs?"

"You did something for me?"

"I'd do anything for you." He kisses my shoulder again and then groans. "Fuck. I can't keep my hands off you. You're so sweet right here."

I whimper his name, rocking my hips into his hand. Every muscle in my body is sore in the most delicious way. I love theway it burns. I even love how sticky I am between my legs. His scent is all over me. I never want to lose it.

He makes me come with his thumb on my clit. It's a warm rain washing through me, unfurling slowly. I moan, every bone in my body turning to rubber as it recedes. He holds me through it, crooning praises in my ear.

"So beautiful," he whispers with another sweet kiss to my shoulder. And then he rises. Before I can tempt him back into the bed, he scoops me up in his arms. His lips touch mine in a soft caress that fills me with joy. I could drown in this man and not regret a second of it.

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