Page 23 of My Daddy Valentine

The words do something funny to my chest as I push through the barrier.Fuck, she’s mine.“You okay?” I ask her.

She nods. “Yes, Daddy. You can lose control on me now.”

I stare into her pretty blue eyes, pulling my dick out just a bit to slam back into her. “What? I won’t lose control.” I’ve always prided myself on being a man who never loses control. It’s what keeps me human.

Not a wild animal.

She rocks her hips up, and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head. “I don’t mind if you do.”

“Damn, little girl. I don’t want to hurt you. I’ve never lost control in my life.”

She smiles. “Do it, fuck me, Daddy. Lose control on me.”

I rock into her a little harder this time, making sure I didn’t hurt her. She only smiles wider.

“See, I’m a big girl, Daddy. I can handle it.”

I wrap an arm over her shoulder, the other hand digging into her hip. I lower my head, resting it by the shell of her ear. “I’m going to make you beg for me to stop.”

“Never,” she laughs out. “I never want you to stop. Now fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me like a slut.”

Damn. This woman is already something I don’t ever plan on giving up. I pull my cock out, slamming back into her with a force I didn’t know I had. And then, I grip onto her, my mouth hanging open as I continue fucking her. I fuck her into the mattress, my mind nearly blacking out as I let the feeling consume me.

“I own this pussy. You’re my little slut, right?”

“Yeah, Daddy, ahhh.”

“That’s right. You’re my little slut,fuck. I love this pussy.” I keep fucking, screwing this little girl into oblivion.

She comes once more around my dick, but I can barely even register because I’m so far gone, fucking her like the wild beast I am.

“Simon, ahh, I’m coming,” she shouts out into the quietness of the room.

I’m quickly following behind her, pulling out at the last second to shoot my cum all over her porcelain skin. “You look so good with my seed all over you.”

After our bodies have calmed, I move to the restroom to get her all cleaned up. I bring out a washcloth, cleaning her up and then I slide between the covers, pulling her plush against my body.

And I hold onto her, because I know I’m never letting this one get away.

14

Ella

The sun is barely peeking through the tall windows of the dining room when I walk in, and the soft glow of the early morning light filters across the grand dining room. It’s quiet here in the early hours, the calm before the storm of wedding prep begins. The tables are set with pristine white linens, and the faint hum of soft jazz fills the space, blending with the clinking of silverware and the murmurs of guests already seated.

I spot my family near the center of the room, and my heart skips a beat when I see Simon sitting there with them. He’s casually dressed in a button-down shirt and slacks, looking impossibly handsome as usual. There’s something about seeing him here, sitting with my family like it’s completely normal, that gives me a flutter of nerves—and excitement.

As I make my way toward the table, I can’t help but feel a rush of warmth spreading through me. Last night... last night was something I can’t quite put into words. The way Simon held me, the way he touched me, the way we made love—it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I’ve been thinking aboutit all morning, replaying every moment in my head, the way his body felt against mine, the way he kissed me with such intensity, like he couldn’t get enough.

When we finally pulled away from each other, I remember the way he looked at me—his eyes dark with desire and something else, something deeper that I wasn’t sure I was ready to face. But in that moment, I didn’t care. All I could think about was how right it felt. How natural it was to be in his arms.

“Morning, sweetheart,” my mother greets me with a warm smile as I slide into the seat next to her. Her eyes flick to Simon, and then back to me. “How are you feeling today? You slept well, I hope?”

I smile, trying to hide the sudden flush creeping up my neck. “I’m fine, Mom. Everything’s fine.” I look over at Simon, catching his eye for just a moment, and I feel the butterflies stir in my belly.

“Ella’s looking like she’s in a good mood today,” Kimmy teases, giving me a knowing look. I roll my eyes, pretending to be embarrassed, but inside, I feel a warmth spreading through me.

“We had a pretty late night,” I admit, my voice soft.

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