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“Oh, Daddy.” She giggled.

“When I tell you I’m safe and healthy, do you believe me?”

Emily tightened her eyebrows and nodded. “I trust you. With all my heart.” Lifting his hand, she pressed it to her chest. Sparks flew on contact. His libido jumped awake.

He spoke in an attempt to smother the rising fire in him. “Baby, you humble me.” His cock wouldn’t listen, and it didn’t help that she was sitting on him. Closing his eyes, he swallowed, summoning a control that was miles away from him and refusing to come.

“Please, Daddy.”

When he opened his eyes, her sweet, pleading face was his undoing. What was the purpose of withholding their enjoyment? Would their relationship progress, or would any good come from denial?

No and none to all of the above.

“I can’t resist you. Take me into you, little Emmy. Play. Do what you’d like.”

Emily’s smile was blinding as she lifted herself on her knees and situated her pussy above his erection. “You’re so big,” she murmured.

“I fit you fine before.”

His dick was so hard, she had to lift him with both hands. When she settled over his cock head and descended a little, he understood the real meaning of pleasure: this was the real deal, what he hadn’t experienced since puberty, as he’d always protected himself in sex. Here was the union of flesh he’d craved, the truth, the full possession of his woman. His mind spun as he was overcome by a vortex of physical and spiritual gratification.

“Fuck, Emily!”

Dropping her hands onto his shoulders for support, she impaled herself to his base, then let out a loud gasp. “Daddy.”

“I know, baby.” He was far up in her canal. He’d reached her limit, and if he pumped higher, he’d hurt her. She might be out of control and blindly seeking the ultimate penetration, but this wouldn’t do. If she wanted pain, he had other ways. Next time, he’d take her further into the world of erotic pain.

“Ride me slowly, baby. Slow and full, and I’ll give you what you want.”

He dug into a pebbled nipple with his fingernail, then pinched using both fingertips. Her eyes widened with a wild expression. When he found her clit and pulled the hood back, exposing her bundle of nerves, she twisted her body from side to side.

“So good.”

She was almost there, but needed the extra push, and her thighs had started trembling. Releasing her nipple and clit, Cutter embraced her and rolled over, keeping her under him.

“Look at me, sweet Emmy. I want to see your beautiful blue eyes when I take you,” he whispered as he thrust to the top, then eased back in slow motion. “Talk to me.”

“Don’t stop, Daddy. I don’t want it to end.”

In his next push, her eyebrows tightened, and her mouth opened, seeking air. Cupping her face as if she were a porcelain doll, he murmured at the corner of her lips, “That’s it, baby. Go with it.”

His possession was slow, steady, and deep as he moved her closer and closer to release while holding himself at the edge. Suddenly, shock passed over her face, and she shuddered. Her climax surged, and Cutter let his go. He followed her over as he spilled his seed into her. Yeah, the primeval man in him rejoiced. Now, she was all his. He’d branded her; no one would take his baby away.

For several minutes, Cutter remained utterly motionless, his cock still inside her as he waited for his heartbeat to settle down. As he started to relax, he rolled out of the bed, bringing her with him.

“Hey, I’m sleepy,” Emily protested.

“To the shower, now,” he said, carrying her in his arms. “This is the downside of no condoms.” He stepped into the shower stall and turned the water on both of them. “I hope we didn’t mess up the sheets too much.”

She curled up behind him, using him as cover. “It’s freezing.”

“I know.” Turning his back to the spray, he held her until the temperature regulated. He picked up the soap and a hand towel from the bar and began soaping her shoulders. “Better?”

“Uh-huh.” She moved wet hair off her face with playful strokes. Emily’s gestures were a tad clumsy, and the pitch in her usually smoky voice had turned a little higher. She’d entered Tween space. The transition had been smooth and curious to him. What could have triggered the change? Not that he minded one bit. Knowing when and how was part of the process. Had it been carrying her to the shower, soaping her?

He'd taken care of her needs. That was his answer. Looking back, he realized he’d behaved and was still behaving like a Caregiver. These were the learning moments, and he was grateful for recognizing them. Not to mention how good and rewarding it felt to care for her.

Maneuvering her, soaping and rinsing her all over, especially her intimate parts, had been easy and fun. She’d giggled and wiggled happily, accepting his ministrations. Cutter could never explain this experience, the cross between lover and daddy, to anyone. He felt important, a giant among men. At the heart of the matter sat Trust. The big T word. Emily had entrusted him with the tenderest and most fragile part of herself to cherish and protect. And he wasn’t letting her down.

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