Page 106 of Daddy's Naughty List

Connor barked out a laugh. “That’s not how a Little girl is supposed to treat her Daddy, trouble. And if you punch me in the stomach, all you’re going to get is a sore hand. Strike that. You’ll get a sore hand and a sore bottom.”

Argh! She was going to give him a piece of her mind. But then he pulled out further and pushed back in deeper. Turned out the piece of her mind she gave him was an enthusiastic, “Yes!”

Each time he moved now, he pulled out more and powered in deeper. Harder. Glorious.

Grabbing her butt with one hand, he lifted her hips higher to meet his thrusts. With a shift to the angle of his hips, he hit that spot inside her. Without thinking, she wrapped her legs around his hips and ground her clit against him. She wasn’t sure what happened then, but she was pretty sure it involved angels singing.

Her climax rolled through her, with him inside her to propel her into the stratosphere. She flew. So high she wasn’t sure she could make it back.

When she finally floated back down, she clung to him. He raked his teeth across her shoulder and let loose, pounding into her until he found his own release. She felt him come inside her and it warmed her.

He collapsed on top of her, holding himself up enough not to crush her. “Are you okay?”

Opening her eyes, she stared up at him. With a weak smile, she lifted her hand to caress his cheek. Connor was a good man. The best she’d ever known. “I’m more than okay. That was the best experience of my life. Thank you, Daddy, for making it so good for me.”

His eyes warmed. He slid her hand to his mouth and kissed her palm. “You’re welcome, babygirl. And I have never meant it more when I say, my pleasure. Now wait right here. I’ll be back.”

He disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a wet rag.

“What are you doing?” Did she stink?

Oh god, had he smelled her stinky pits? Could she die from embarrassment? She’d never heard of it actually happening, but she planned to be the first. Because, really, how did you keep going when someone gave you something that beautiful and you gave them stinky pits?

“Your armpits do not stink, silly girl. Now relax.”

Argh! She had to stop doing that. A girl needed her secrets. She glared at him. A gentleman would have pretended not to hear.

“I never claimed to be a gentleman, babygirl. And you never need to keep secrets from me. I’m your Daddy. That means I’m always on your side.”

He knelt between her knees. What in the world?

“Spread your legs, sweetie. I’m going to clean you up. You won’t be comfortable if you’re not clean. I’ve been on the road for days, and I only pulled into rest stops for naps when I had to. I hate it, but I don’t think I have it in me to stay awake long enough to help you shower.”

Guilt kicked her in the chest. He’d gone through a lot to find her. She’d be on the way to Russia by now if it weren’t for him. She still might wind up there, but he didn’t need to know that. He’d been amazing. Had she even said thank you? If she had, she needed to say it again.

He grinned at her through her thighs and winked. “You hadn’t, and you’re welcome. And amazing is part of my job description.”

Gah! She had to stop doing that!

She yelped when a warm, soothing cloth ran over the area between her thighs. God, that felt good. Until realization and embarrassment attacked her. He was cleaning her…down there.

“You don’t have to do that.” Her protests fell on deaf ears. Yeah,nowhe couldn’t hear what she said. “It’s embarrassing.”

Okay, the whining wasn’t her finest moment, but seriously. It was embarrassing.

“There’s no such thing as embarrassing with your Daddy.”

It sure felt like there was. Still, he was gentle and sweet and everything she could ask for in a Daddy. It made her want to cry.

Once he’d tossed the rag back in the bathroom, he rejoined her in bed, pulling her to spoon with him. The heat radiating from him soaked into her, relaxing her muscles. His heavy arm rested just under her breasts, and she snuggled in closer, stifling a giggle when the hair on his legs tickled the backs of her thighs.

After all they’d done, she should be exhausted. Instead, her mind was racing through every possible scenario the future might bring. Not many of them were ones she’d enjoy. Not now that she’d experienced life with a Daddy.

“Why don’t you already have a Little?”

Connor yawned. “Sorry, babygirl. Um, I don’t already have a Little because I never found the right woman. Your turn. Why did you keep insisting on going back to the Society compound instead of staying with Winnie like she wanted you to?”

Shot to the heart. There was no harm in telling him the truth. “I run the nurseries for the Society. But I have to give my stamp of approval before they feed back into the main compound. The nurseries are self-contained, and children stay there until they turn thirteen when they are turned over to men and women in charge of teaching them their proper roles in the Society. I put that day off as long as I can, and the person they’d get to replace me might not.”

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