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She moaned at the first contact.

His cock was harder than ever as he spanked her pretty bottom again, watching her reaction and nearly groaning at how deeply she was submitting to him. Instead of tensing like most people would for their first spanking, she relaxed into the pillows.

This wasn’t exactly her first spanking, but it had been a fucking long time. She shouldn’t remember it so well. But that wasn’t what she needed to remember. What Lyla knew in her soul that hadn’t ever left her was that she trusted Rock. It wasevident in everything she did. She trusted him, and it humbled him to the core.

He continued to spank her until her bottom was hot and red. Instead of fighting him, she was totally into it, lifting her bottom to ask for more. When she started to close her thighs once, he swatted the insides of her legs.

She didn’t do that again.

He waited for a deep shudder to wrack her body before he stopped.

She was panting, and her eyes were glazed. “Daddy…”

He set one hand on top of hers at the small of her back and reached between her thighs with the other.

She screamed when he stroked through her folds. Fuck, he loved that sound.

“That’s my girl.” He pushed two fingers into her, still stunned by how tight she was. “Come on Daddy’s fingers.”

That was all it took. She was so close to orgasm from the spanking alone that she cried out and arched her head off the bed as her entire body shook with her release.

While he continued to thrust in and out of her through the waves of her orgasm, he tugged the ends of the rope to free her hands. Finally, he climbed up between her legs, lifted her bottom into the air, and lined his cock up with her entrance. “Do you want Daddy’s cock, Little Lyla?”

“God, yes. Please, Daddy.” She rose onto her elbows.

He grabbed her hips and thrust in to the hilt.

Lyla keened, the sound animalistic as it vibrated through the house. It was enough to bring him right to the edge. He came after only a few strokes. It wasn’t difficult to believe after nearly an hour of foreplay. His cock had been hard from the moment he’d tied her to the kitchen chair.

When they were both spent, he eased their connected bodies to one side and spooned her with his erection still firmly inside her warmth. He stroked her everywhere. “I love you, Lyla.”

“I love you, too, Rock.”

He closed his eyes and luxuriated in this new life development. Heaven. It was the only word he could come up with. He could spend days or weeks or months kicking himself for all the time they’d lost because of his stupidity, but it wouldn’t change anything. They had a lot of years left, and he intended to spend them with his girl. Every minute of every hour of every day.

She was a precious gift. He’d been given a second chance. He would not squander it. Live life to the fullest. He held her close, and she gripped his hand between her breasts.

“So, maybe I’m a tiny bit Little,” she murmured.

He chuckled, shaking both of them. “Just a bit.” He kissed her shoulder. “Now, we need a shower so we don’t smell like sex when we go meet your brother.”

She groaned and gripped his hand tighter as if she could keep him from moving. “I’m comfy.”

“Sassy girl. You’re already mastering the whiny aspect of age play.”

She giggled. “I’m not sure I can embrace all of it, but I bet I can role-play often when we’re alone. Will that be enough for you?”

“There is nothing you can do that won’t be enough for me, Little Lyla. You’re my heart. You don’t have to be Little at all to please me.” He hadn’t believed that was possible two days ago. In fact, he’d told her being a Daddy was in his soul. And maybe it was, but his feelings for her were so much bigger. He’d hang the moon for her. He’d also give her exactly what she needed from age play or any other kink. And he’d do so with all the love in the world filling his heart.

CHAPTER

EIGHTEEN

“Ifeel naughty,” Lyla whispered as soon as they stepped out of the car at her parents’ house.

He chuckled as he pulled her into his arms. “Because I fucked you clear into tomorrow? Or because your bottom is so hot you can’t sit down? Or…” He slid a hand up her back and snapped her bra, “…is it because under this adult sweater and jeans, you’re wearing a frilly pink bra and panties?”

Her face heated. “All of the above.” She swatted at him, trying not to let him embarrass her. “Stop making me horny. My brother is going to know we fucked.”

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