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She felt him smile against her breast. “I’m glad. What do you want?”

“Make love to me. Please.”

“Are you sure?” His cock bumped against her entrance, but he held back, making her crazed.

“Daddy!” She wrapped her arms around his hips and tried to pull him down, but he refused to move. “I want you to fuck me very hard right now.”

To her irritation, he laughed softly and allowed a scant few inches of his cock to enter her. “I knew you’d remember how to ask your Daddy for what you want.”

Without waiting for her to reply, he slid inside her, filling her until she wasn’t sure where he ended and she began. The muscles in her thighs complained about the stretch, but she didn’t care.

His gaze never left her face, as if he was committing every line and pore to memory. There were no games between them. No unease or nerves, no awkwardness of new lovers. It felt like he was looking into her soul, melding them into one as he made love to her.

It was transcendent.

Shifting his weight, he changed the angle of his penetration until the head of his cock slid against her g-spot with every thrust.

“Yes!” she cried. “Fuck, yes!”

“That’s it, baby.” He flexed his hips, driving himself even harder inside her until she saw stars. “Come for me. Let me feel your pussy squeeze me like a fist.”

As if she could have resisted Walt’s sexy, raspy voice—especially not when he reached between their bodies and pinched her clit.

She screamed as her body detonated into bliss. Still hard, Walt rocked into her, drawing out her pleasure until she cried and babbled what she thought was his name over and over.

“One more, Susan.”

“God, I—” Thankfully, she had enough sense to cut herself off before she said the c-word. “I’ll try.”

“Such a good girl.” Walt pushed a lock of hair out of her eyes, smiling as he wiped her cheek with his thumb. “So good for me, and you’re going to come exactly when I tell you to, right?”

“I will. Promise, Daddy.” The words came out before she could even consider whether she could keep her promise, but she would try her best.

His lips slammed down on hers, bruising, claiming, and so damned good. The taste of him, his scent in her lungs… Everything about him collided in a drugging storm sent to consume her.

“Come for me, baby,” he rasped in her ear. “Drench my cock when I fill you with my cum.”

He stilled, and crying out, she lifted her hips to meet him. A second climax slammed into her, gentler, but no less powerful, and she shuddered as his cock twitched inside her.

“Fuck…” She tried to choke out more words to tell him how she felt, but realized she didn’t know any. “God, Walt.”

Those few were about all she had the air for anyway.

Chuckling softly, he rolled to his side and pulled her against him, then petted her chest as if he was trying to slow her racing heart.

“You okay, babygirl?” He pulled the duvet over their bodies and kissed her neck. “Are you still cold?”

Three little words rested on her tongue, but she wasn’t ready to say them and risk Walt not saying them back. Or worse, ending their weekend.

“I’m not cold,” she replied, her voice still a breathless whisper.

“Then why are you shivering?” Cuddling closer, he kissed her hair. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you warm all night.”

Chapter Fifteen

Walt

An hour before dawn, Walt crept to the library and chose a single volume from his small, but eclectic collection. Hoping for the best, he tried to wrap it, but without a box, it was still a book masquerading as a present under a tree draped in popcorn and cranberries.

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