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I bite my lip at his demands, attempting to staunch the flow of tears and push back the fear that I’ve disappointed him. I don’t know what I’m doing; he knows that, but I can’t help feeling like I’ve done it all wrong.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I hiccup, a moment away from losing it.

“What the hell for?” He sounds so mad.

“Everything,” I murmur. “I can’t believe I did it all wrong.”

A hand wraps tightly around my throat as I feel three sharp swats on my ass. “Shut the fuck up, Ellie, just fucking shut up.” He bites my throat as his hips start moving. I can’t stop crying now.

When he’s got a rhythm going that threatens to overwhelm me, he pushes up so our eyes meet. His hand tightens on my throat as he begins to speak. “You didn’t do a fucking thing wrong. Just the opposite, your pussy is so good and pure that I couldn’t stop from coming. That heat you felt was semen finding its way home inside your ripe womb.” He’s so fierce in his explanation.

“It is?” Surprised, I’m lost about what to say.

“Yeah, sweetheart. If by some miracle you aren’t knocked up by sunrise, it won’t be for lack of trying.” His thrusting eases up now, allowing my body to adjust to the foreign intrusion.

“Knocked up.” I repeat what I failed to comprehend before. “Pregnant.” A devilish smile crosses his face. “A baby.” The whispered words come out half horrified and half excited. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet.” My honesty makes him pause, and I’m afraid I’ve said the wrong thing again.

“That’s okay, Ellie.” Brushing the hair back from my face, he drops a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll use protection next time, and we’ll figure it out from there.”

“You would do that for me?”

While sex and partners are new to me, I do know that most men wouldn’t be so considerate, and as a swelling of emotions makes breathing tough, I can’t help but wonder how this man hasn’t been snapped up.

“I’d do anything for you.” His softly spoken words are the only reassurance I need to determine that he’s the one person in the world I can trust more than any other.

“I don’t want anything between us,” I whisper into our kiss. Feeling the smile gracing his lips again, I hold him tighter against my body.

His groan is all I need to know that he likes my comment.

“Close your eyes and feel Daddy, sweetheart.” Gripping my hands in his, he raises them above my head and secures me in place with one hand while the other comes back to cup my jaw, leaning in for a deep kiss.

His tongue moves in and out of my mouth to the rhythm his cock slides in my pussy. It’s erotic and enthralling. Addicting and irresponsible. I want more. I want everything Lars offers and to give him all of me in the same moment.

“Daddy,” I gasp when I draw in a breath. “Oh, Daddy,” I cry out as my pussy spasms around his girth. Unable to contain my body’s response, fluid gushes from my core, and I’m too out of it to care or worry whether that’s normal or not.

It feels too good.

“Again, Ellie, squirt for Daddy again.” He crushes me with his weight, digging his feet into the bed for leverage, and drives into me so powerfully that we move up the bed with each thrust.

The pleasure is incredibly intense, and when I open my eyes, I see white stars. I’m dizzy and weightless, but Lars doesn’t stop. His strokes become more frantic, more forceful, and I can’t concentrate on anything but the way my body sways like I’m free-falling and bouncing from cloud to cloud.

I feel high.

“Daddy, it hurts.” The pleasure is so intense it’s painful now.

“Hang on, sweetheart, Daddy needs to come deep inside of you. I need my cock to kiss your womb. You want that, don’t you? For Daddy to be so far inside of you that he can’t leave?” A moan tears from me, and my pussy relaxes to the point that it feels like he could fit another cock inside me, and I’d love it.

Somehow, he gets deeper. As deep as he can, and there’s a pinch of pain that makes me scream out an orgasm so mind-blowing I blackout while listening to him shout his own release.

CHAPTER 7

Lars

Damon sits across from me with a shit-eating grin that, if it were on any other man, I’d knock their teeth down their throat.

“Not one fucking word to her.” I point the knife I’m using to chop peppers for an omelet at him. He zips two fingers across his lips and throws away the proverbial key. “Good.”

“You know I wouldn’t hurt her, right, Dad? She’s been through enough, and I don’t ever want to add to it.” He pouts a bit, but I see the sparkle in his eyes; he’s fishing.

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