Page 179 of Giddy Up, Daddy

He returned to the task, bringing me a huge rush of pleasure. I threaded my fingers in between his free hand, intertwining them. Wyatt did not play. He was laser-focused in the best way possible while switching up the pressure. I lost track of how many orgasms he gave me, but I screamed more than once.

“Please fuck me in our Daddy’s bed!”

“Such a naughty girl. Are you going to keep begging until I give you what you want?”

“I will if you tell me to,” I said, giving him what I hoped was my best come-hither stare.

“May I take a picture of you? You look so fucking beautiful with your hair fanned out and your limbs splayed.”

“Whatever you want as long as you fuck me senseless.”

Chuckling, he stepped back and took a few photos on his phone. I couldn’t remember ever capturing the moment before.Or allowing anyone else to do so. When he was done, Wyatt showed me the pictures. Honestly, I’d never felt so beautiful. My lips and nipples were a soft pink, my face filled with a warm glow. I could be a freaking model if I ever decided to go that route.

“Are you on birth control, Kennedy?”

His question dragged me back to the moment. “Yeah, but I’ve been told just thinking about having unprotected sex makes my ovaries release eggs.”

We both knew ovaries didn’t work like that.

“Well, I’ve been told my swimmers could find their mark blindfolded. So, if we aren’t ready to have the conversation about what we want out of life, then we’ll be using condoms for the foreseeable future.”

“I appreciate the candid talk.”

“Favorite position?”

“Shortstop.”

“Fucking brat,” he said, smacking my thighs.

“You wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Tell me what you like so I can give it to you, Kennedy.”

Tracing my fingers along his arm, I sighed. “I’m starting to overthink. That’s when my brat roars the loudest.”

Nodding, he seemed to consider the implications behind my confession. Before I could say anything else, Wyatt flipped me around on the mattress, raising me up on all fours. He bit my shoulder blade hard enough to make me hiss. Two harsh slaps bounced off either side of my ass.

“I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop, darling.”

I was so in over my head. I moaned louder, arching upward to present myself. I wanted him so badly. “Yes, Sir.”

“And if that doesn’t settle your sass? I’ll raid Alden’s toy box.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I said laughing.

“Have you ever used a butt plug?”

“Have you?” I asked in a haughty tone. One that belied the arousal pumping through me.

“Still sassy? All right, stay like that, Trixy.”

Wyatt spanked my upper thighs until they burned.Oh, shit. He wasn’t kidding. Where had this incredibly dominant side of him been hiding? The rebellious cowboy, rodeo heartbreaker who I long believed would never settle for anyone had me reeling.

“I was just kidding, Daddy,” I cooed.

“As much as I love the title falling out between your pretty lips, it’s nothing but a distraction. Saying it once is not enough to get me to stop.”

I thought it would be easier to get him to come back to bed. I heard plastic being opened over my shoulder but I dared not turn around. It was better if I didn’t know what was coming.

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