Page 63 of Giddy Up, Daddy

Taking hold of her hair, he held it in his hand as he drove back into her.

“Oh God!” she cried.

“You like that, darlin’?” he asked through clenched teeth.

He needed to send her flying so he could come. He wasn’t coming before she did.

“Yes! Yes!”

Reaching around with one hand, Stafford played with her clit. “I want you to come, darlin’. I want you to come really hard around my dick. Be a good girl for me now.”

Sobs escaped her as her entire body shuddered, and he felt her clenching down on him.

“That’s it. Fuck yes.” Grasping hold of her hips, he fucked her until his own release washed through him.

Chapter Eighteen

Blakely felt like she’d been run over by a truck.

She lay on the bed, breathing heavily, as Stafford rose and walked into the bathroom. She could hear water running.

Was he having a shower?

She was too tired to go investigate. In fact, she might just fall asleep right now.

Something touched her leg, pulling on it. She let out a mumble of discontent until something warm was placed over her pussy. She sighed in delight before opening her eyes.

Wait. What was happening?

“You can go to sleep, darlin’,” Stafford told her as he started cleaning between her legs. “I’ll get you cleaned up and into bed.”

Holy. Heck.

“I can do that!” she said hastily, reaching for the cloth.

But he lightly pushed her hand away. “Nope. I’m taking care of you. And you’re going to let me.”

“Oh, I am?” she countered.

“Yes, this is part of me being bossy and in charge. I get to look after you. This is what I like to do. I like to be needed, darlin’.”

She knew that.

And it didn’t hurt her to have him take care of her.

After finishing, he stood and lifted her up onto her feet. “Come and brush your teeth.”

“I want to sleep, though.”

“I know you do. Soon.” He grabbed a blanket and tucked it around her before picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom door.

She stiffened. Was he taking her back to her bedroom? Did he not want to sleep with her?

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” he asked.

“I . . . um . . . I have to go to my bedroom?”

“Just to get your things. You need your toothbrush and PJs. And anything else you need to sleep.”

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