Page 211 of Giddy Up, Daddy

I began to move, my hips meeting his thrusts, his hands on my waist, lifting me up and down on his big cock. I swear it felt almost like we were one person as his arms started to shake, his hips moving faster, and as he let out a low growl, I came. With him.

“Ohhhhhhh!” I yelled as I shattered.

“Yes, babygirl!”

It was so intense, so overpowering, my head spun.

We were both shivering when I collapsed on top of him, and I started to laugh for some reason. I tried to stop—I didn’t wanthim to think I was laughing at him. But he chuckled with me as he wrapped me up in his arms.

“Wow, babygirl.”

“I agree,” I said with one more giggle.

Laying on top of my cowboy, both of us completely spent, I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, folding his hands behind his head and smiling back.

“Nothing, I’m just…. I can’t believe how long it took you to pull your head outta your ass.” I giggled again.

“Watch it,” he growled. “I was trying to be respectful of you, and of Randy. I was nervous and afraid. Afraid that if I made the wrong move at the wrong time, I would lose you forever.”

I sat with that thought for a minute, and while I knew Cade could never really lose me, I understood the fear and doubt because I’d felt the same way.

“Still,” I teased, “you should have gotten the picture a lot quicker than you did.”

“You need your ass beat some more? Because that’s what it seems like to me.”

“You beat my ass? When? I don’t recall any ass beating,” I sassed. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t really want another spanking at the moment, but… well maybe I did. I didn’t really know. I just wanted to hold on to that peaceful feeling and never let it go. Ever.

Cade pulled his hands from behind his head and wrapped his arms around me, trapping me against his chest. He snaked one hand down to my still very sore ass and pinched me, hard.

“Ow!” I yelled, trying to wiggle away, but he had me pretty well pinned.

“Keep it up and I’ll do more than use my hand. See how sassy you still are after a round with my paddle. Or better yet, my belt.”

I shuddered against him, simultaneously loving and hating the idea of him following through on that threat.

“You like the sound of that, don’t you, brat?”

I didn’t bother lying. “Maybe.”

“Mmhmm. So how are you feeling about everything? Any regrets?” he asked cautiously.

“Not yet?” I answered more like a question. “I mean, I don’t anticipate that changing, but it’s kinda hard to know so soon.”

“That’s fair. It has to mean something that there’s no instant regret, though.”

“Do you have regrets?” My stomach rolled as I asked. If he said yes, I didn’t know what I would do.

“I do.” He paused.

My entire body tensed and I felt like I was going to be sick.

“I regret that it took me so long to get my head outta my ass.” He threw my words back at me as his mouth spread into a huge, shit-eating grin.

Rolling my eyes I lifted off of him. “You scared me, you big jerk.”

He chuckled. “You’ll survive.”

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