Page 54 of Babydoll

“Please, Grizz, I need some relief. You’re killing me,” she whines when I pause to caress her hot globes instead of punishing her.

“And relief you’ll get.” I stroke my hard cock with my fist and slide it between her legs. “Feel how hard I am for you. See, I’ve given you no more torture than I’ve given myself, yeah?”

“Then put us both out of our torment,” she pleads on a drawn-out whimper, trying to lean back and impale herself with my cock.

“I like you begging though.” Releasing my cock, I insert two fingers inside her. Moving them in and out of her, I work her until her breath hitches. Curling my fingers slightly, I rub her G-spot until she cries and her juices soak her thighs and me.

“You like this?” I ask, and she bucks against my hand.

“God, yes!”

She pants and I speed up. More of her wetness floods her thighs, my hand and the edge of the mattress.

“Faster, please. God, yes!”

I oblige until she’s whimpering and ready to explode and then I remove my fingers, fist my cock again and plunge deep inside her. She screams and I groan or maybe it’s a howl, I don’t kn0w because, fuck, she feels so fucking good.

Grabbing her hips, I pound into her, the sound of wet skin-on-skin smacking resonates against the attic walls. She sobs in pleasure and finally, at last, I let her find release. I slow my thrusts and she shudders, coming undone on my cock. Still moving inside her as she slumps, I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood, fighting the tingle at the base of my spine until I can fight no more. Going over the edge, my cock throbs and I empty myself hotly inside her.

“Lulah,” I whisper gruffly, leaning forward to dust her back with small kisses. “I love you so fucking much. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life making you come apart like that and then putting you back together like this.” I tug her hips tightly against me to keep us joined as I pull us over onto the bed.Cradling her, I grab the throw blanket from the end of the mattress and wrap us like a burrito.

“I love you, Grizz Daddy.”

“And I love you, babydoll.”

Epilogue

One year later…

Lulah

As Python—I mean, Sergeant Callen—gets down from the witness stand, Jeff nudges me playfully. He’s been chatty ever since Carter Mulkins—AKA Slash—was tossed from the courtroom for flying over the table and trying to attack Case.

I glance at him, loving that he cares enough to keep checking on me. Admittedly, I’d freaked out when it happened. Not the kind of freakout others would notice, but my Daddy Grizz did. It took me ten minutes to stop trembling after it happened and the whole time, Jeff held me tight, rubbing my arm and helping me breathe through my silent panic attack.

“It still shocks me every time I see him,” he whispers against my ear.

“What?” I whisper back.

“Python, a Mountie. Mind-blowing. And he’s a good one. He just blew the defense team’s case out of the water.”

“Yup, they’re done. Not even Alan Shore from Boston Legal could save them. But what blows my mind is that there’s a suit jacket that fits over those arms.” I chuckle quietly and he pinches my knee.

The judge’s gavel knocks, ending the day with closing arguments scheduled for the morning.

Jeff twists in his seat as soon as the judge leaves the room to give me a look.The look.

“What? It’s true. They’re huge. Look.” I point at Case, who’s chatting with the prosecutor.

“I’m not arguing your observation, babydoll, but do you have to notice?” He shakes his head, a small playful smile curving his lips.

Damn, I love this man.

“He’s got nothing on you, Daddy Grizz, don’t worry.” I rise from my seat and kiss him on the cheek. “Let’s wait for him in the hall,” I say, glancing at the spot where the commotion happened earlier.

When Jeff doesn’t move my gut sinks. He’s still watching Case. I touch his arm.

“Are you wondering if you’d be a sergeant now if you’d been hired all those years ago?”

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