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Part of me wants to ask if he’s sure, but I’m not going to insult his intelligence. He knows I’ll respect his boundaries and stop any time he asks me to. So I nod. His eyes light up in triumph, and he sinks his hot mouth back over me. He bobs up and down for a second, but then he stops and stares at me, my cock stretching the edges of his lips. Holy fuck. I tentatively thrust my hips up, and I’m rewarded with his fingers pressing onto my prostate.

I do it again, a little more sure this time. He moans, working his fingers in and out of my body as I slide my cock along his tongue. He’s massaging my prostate and my cock is pulsing, and he’s still staring at me with those eyes. I’m close—so, so close, and I need him to keep going and stop all at once. “Fuck,” I groan. “We have to stop. I want you inside me when I come.”

I force my hips to still, and he pulls off me with a loud pop before sitting back and reaching for the lube to coat his cock. He watches me as he lines himself up and slides into me in one smooth movement. My dick jerks as the head of his cock brushes my prostate. It feels like an electric shock and I nearly come off the bed. “Fuck, Hold,” I gasp. He pushes my legs to the side and presses his upper body against mine.

He sets an easy rhythm, rolling his hips in a way that has me groaning. Reaching down to cup his ass, I urge his movements along, moving with him as his stomach rubs against my dick. He inhales a shaky breath, and thrusts into me faster.

“You feel good, Jules,” he says breathlessly. “So good. Warm, and perfect, and mine. Somine. You’re mine, right?”

Oh fuck. Yes. His for sure. I nod, unable to say words. He adjusts slightly and when he thrusts back in, he hits my prostate dead on, and I’m coming. Falling right over the edge as pure fucking ecstasy flows through my veins. “Say it,” he murmurs. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I choke out, practically vibrating with the force of my orgasm. At my words, his hips stutter, and he collapses against me, whining into my chest as he rotates his hips and fills me with his cum.

“Jesus,” he mumbles into my skin.

“Yeah, that’s about right.”

He pops up and hits me with those eyes. “I’m pretty sure I like topping better.”

That makes me laugh. “I’m so incredibly okay with that.”

He grins, then sobers quickly. “But maybe sometimes… you could?”

My heart does a funny little flip in my chest. “Anything you want, darlin’. You just say the word.”

He nods and rests his head back against my chest while we catch our breath.

After we’ve cleaned up and are back in bed, he settles his body on mine and buries his face in my throat. “Mmm, missed this,” he mumbles, sounding half-asleep.

“Me too, darlin’,” I whisper, running my fingers through his hair.

He doesn’t respond, which is not a shock at all considering it’s less than thirty seconds later that his breathing evens out, and he’s dead asleep. It doesn’t take me long at all to join him.

Chapter Forty-Three

Holden

“Wren, I know you love the tablet Daddy got you, but if you don’t put it down and get in the car right now, I’m going to take it away.” Julian sounds absolutely put out. Which I’ll take responsibility for. Wren’s obsessed with her iPad. Oops.

I also can’t help the massive smile on my face at hearing Julian refer to me as Daddy. She called me Daddy Hold three times, like she was making sure I got the memo. After the first time, I heard her loud and clear. After that, I was just Daddy. It still makes my heart feel too damn big for my chest every time she says it. Itdoes get a little confusing sometimes, though. I think we need to have a discussion soon about different names she can call us. In hindsight, both of us being daddy wasn’t the smartest choice.

“Pretty girl?” I call out, and then I can hear her footsteps coming down the hall.

She steps into the living room, iPad still clutched in her hands. “Yes, Daddy?”

I raise an eyebrow at her, and she huffs at me. “Fine. Here,” she grumbles, handing the iPad over to me.

I take it from her and exit off the game she was playing. “Thank you. If you hurry and put your shoes on and listen to what Daddy says, I’ll give it back in the car, yeah?”

Her eyes brighten and she takes off running.

Julian steps into the living room and leans against the wall. “I can’t believe you let her get by with that. We don’t negotiate with terrorists, darlin’.”

I scoff. “She’s hardly a terrorist. Besides, you can’t say no to that face, either.”

He tries very hard to look stern, but I can see the smile trying to break free. Finally, he sighs. “Fine. You’re right. I can’t say no, either.”

Wren comes barreling back into the room and practically throws herself on the couch next to me, before placing her foot in my lap. “Tie my shoes, please?”

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