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“Your ankle?—”

“Will survive, but I won’t if you don’t fuck me right now!”

“Bossy Littles don’t get what they want,” he warned.

Robyn giggled as she reached up and ran her fingertip down the middle of his chest, following his happy trail down to where his glorious erection stood proudly. She wrapped her fist around its base, her sex contracting when she realized her fingers didn’t come close to meeting. That only made her want him so much more. Giving an experimental pump, she teased, “Are you sure about that, Daddy?”

“I’m positive, little bird,” he said as he bent down.

Expecting him to nip her neck, she squealed when, instead, he wrapped her in his arms and simply flipped her over as easily as if he were flipping eggs in a pan. Her squeal became a shriek when instead of feeling his cock entering her, she felt the palm of his hand on her butt.

“Daddy!”

“That’s right, Daddy is the one in charge here.” He popped her again, this time on her other buttock.

The swats stung and definitely got her attention, but if her Daddy thought this was going to decrease her desire, he was wrong. Every time his palm landed, she felt a rush of want, the heat increasing as he paused to rub the spot he’d just swatted.

“More,” she moaned and when nothing happened, she smiled before looking over her shoulder. “More, please, Daddy.”

“That’s better.” He surprised her yet again when he complied, but not by swatting her in on her butt, but between her legs.

“Oh my god!” she squealed.

“Definitely a bit of a masochist,” he said, running his fingers along her sex. “You’re very, very wet, little bird.”

“Please, please, please!” she said, no longer caring if she had to beg. “I’m going to die!”

Rooster bent over her and she could feel his cock slip up against her core. “Want to know a little secret?”

“Yes.”

“There’s a little bit of a sadist in your Daddy.”

Robyn opened her mouth to respond but before she could, he pulled back and then drove into her with one thrust. Words escaped her, but her scream of “Daddy!” filled the room as she exploded.

He withdrew slowly. “Again,” he said as he pushed back inside.

He became her whole world as she turned to putty in his hands. He moved her into different positions, each one better than the last, driving her to the peak again and again, pushing her off the cliff into oblivion only to revive her by kissing a different place, nipping a new spot, tugging on a nipple or spanking her ass. She’d read a thousand kinky books, but not asingle one had prepared her for how truly incredible it was to connect so completely with another human being.

She was on her back, her Daddy’s hands holding hers above her head as he looked down, their gazes locked together.

“Come with me, little bird. Come fly with your Daddy.”

He drove deep and she obeyed, coming again, this time feeling him jetting into her as her body convulsed.

CHAPTER 17

Winston

If there was anything better than waking up beside the woman he’d fallen in love with, he’d yet to experience it. He knew he should get up and check on her ankle after he’d basically ignored it since they’d entered the room. That knowledge didn’t make him move, other than to look down to where Robyn’s head rested against his chest. He smiled and picked up one of the spiral curls, gently pulling it straight only to release it and watch it coil back in on itself. Repeating the gesture, he thought of how much the curl was like his little bird. She had been coiled tight, holding herself close as if to protect herself from hurt but once she’d allowed herself to be given a little tug, had opened like a flower.

Her passion had shocked him in the most pleasurable way. His sadist responded to her need for those little nips of pain that increased the pleasure for both giver and receiver. She’d come too many times to count, her response to anything he did a bit scary. It served to remind him that it was no longer just her responsibility to keep her safe. That job now included him. Hemight take a few nips or swat a sopping wet sex, but he’d die before he would harm her. As for anyone else, they’d better be ready to face their maker if they so much as tried.

“What has you thinking so hard?”

Her question drew his eyes to hers. “Just thinking how neglectful I’ve been.”

“Daddy, if what you just did was neglectful, I’m pretty sure I’m going to need to start taking a whole lot of multivitamins if I plan on surviving more.”

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