Page 34 of Daddy's Naughty List

“Again, baby.” He slipped his hand under her bottom and lifted her to meet his violent thrusts.

Tears slipped from her eyes, not of pain, but from the surfeit of sensation. He stilled, then kissed the wetness away and murmured, “Sweetheart, give me a color.”

“G-green, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He dug his fingers into her ass and brushed his lips over her ear. “Your tears make my dick hard, baby. Rub that sweet clit. I want you to come again.”

Blood rushed into her head and her vision darkened as another climax gathered strength in her core. Her heart pounded erratically, making her wonder if she would die from the overwhelming pleasure.

She wouldn’t mind.

Chapter Thirteen

Walt

“Walt!”

Susan tightened around him, her channel squeezing his cock until he exploded inside her, filling her up with his seed.

She whimpered, and despite wanting to stay inside her forever, he eased himself off her before he crushed her, then pulled her into a tight embrace.

And christ, the dirty talk…

His cock twitched with renewed interest, but judging by her flushed face and rapid breathing, Susan was spent.

Not that he was doing much better. His heart raced and he felt like he could fly and collapse into a coma at the same time. He pressed his lips to her throat to check her pulse, which slowed into a steady, regular beat.

“There’s my very good girl,” he whispered in her ear. “Are you okay?”

“Mmm.” Her lips curved into a sweet smile, but she didn’t open her eyes. “You made me all dirty, Daddy. I like it.”

Laughing softly, he buried his face in her hair to inhale her perfume, then forced himself to get up for a washcloth to clean her. When she whined in protest and tried to hold on, he said, “I’m just going to the bathroom, baby. I won’t be long.”

She muttered in disappointment but let go and pulled his pillow to her chest.

Fuck, she was all kinds of adorable.

He returned quickly with a warm, damp cloth and a towel, then cleaned her up. After dropping the items in the hamper, he crawled into bed with her.

“Sleepy time for Daddies and babygirls,” she slurred. “Love you, Daddy.”

He froze, but her lips parted on a soft snore before he could ask if she meant it.

Of course, she didn’t. He was just the first person who’d taken the time to listen to what she wanted and give it to her. Hell, she might as well have been a virgin. As much as he wanted to, he wouldn’t hold her to words spoken after sex—especially since he didn’t think she was awake when she said them.

Hell, she probably wouldn’t remember in the first place. Didn’t stop him from wanting to hear her say it every day for the rest of his life.

It wasn’t fair to her. She was just starting her future, and he had no business getting in her way.

Although he knew he couldn’t keep her, he wrapped her in his arms and sighed heavily. Just for tonight, he’d pretend she was his. Instead of sleeping, he watched her all night, and didn’t rise until it was time for morning chores.

He hurried through his work, intent on making her breakfast before she woke. Surprisingly, or maybe not, she was already up and rolling out biscuits by the time he made it back inside.

And fuck, she looked pretty wearing nothing but his shirt and sex hair. Her cheeks were pink, and she gave him a brilliant smile when she saw him.

“Good morning, Daddy.” She scurried to him and stretched up on her toes to kiss his cheek. “Coffee’s ready. Go wash up, and I’ll have breakfast done in a flash.”

She took the basket of fresh eggs from him and cooed happily at the pastel shells produced by his Easter Eggers before setting it on the counter next to the sink. “Do you like cheese on your eggs? I’ll get the bacon started before the biscuits are done.”

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