Page 32 of Rough Daddy
"I'm yours," she gasps. "Only yours, Daddy."
"Forever?"
"Forever."
She melts under my mouth as I suck on a nipple, tugging it between my teeth until she moans.
“You’re all knotted up because you thought you could deny this.” I piston against her, shallow, then deep, to prove it. Her walls flutter, desperate, and I feel her unravel.
“Yours, Daddy…” she whimpers, heels digging into my ass like she’s trying to drag me deeper. The word shatters something brittle in my chest.
“Mine.” My lips crush hers as I thrust harder, driving the syllable into her throat with every stroke. Every groan she swallows only fuels me. I’ve dreamed of her legs around my waist, of that tight grip milking my dick. “I’d split open hell before letting anyone else touch what’s mine.”
Her nails claw down my spine when I shift angle to hit the pulse beneath her clit. She bucks, wild now, matching me thrust for thrust.
“Harder,” she begs, breathless and broken. “Please, Daddy!”
“Please what, baby?” I grip her throat, thumb pressing possessively into her collarbone, then slam balls-deep. Her walls clamp down, molten heat tightening around me like a vise. “You’re gonna let me in here whenever I want, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes,” she chokes out, hips rising to meet me in violent jerks.
I’m all teeth and growls now, too far gone to care if I bruise her ribs when I pull her against my body. Every gasp, every shudder, screams the truth.
My climax crashes through me in a white-hot wave.
“You’ve been hoarding this wet heat just for me, haven’t you?” I snarl, fingers digging into her hips as I spill inside her, and her own climax hits.
I pour myself into her, marking her from the inside out, claiming her in the most primitive way possible.
“Mine forever,” I growl, staking my claim. “I’m never fucking letting you go.”
Afterward, I hold her against my chest, both of us breathing hard, both of us changed.
"Beau?" she whispers.
"Yeah, princess?"
"I love you."
This incredible girl loves me. Loves the monster who just ravaged her on a workbench. Loves me despite being twice her age and living like a hermit on a mountain. Running a car wash and an auto-repair shop.
My bank account rivals that of a seasoned investor, even if my blue-collar job doesn’t scream about it to the world.
I would take care of her. I could give her everything she wanted.
As long as she doesn’t want ten private jets, a penthouse on Park Avenue and a mega-yacht docked in Saint-Tropez.
But if she did, I’d kill myself trying to give them to her.
"I love you, too," I tell her, meaning it more than I've ever meant anything. "More than my next breath."
She smiles, soft and satisfied and completely mine. Then she stretches like a cat, completely unselfconscious in her nakedness, and I nearly get hard again just watching her.
“Beau?” she whispers again.
“What is it?”
“Why were you so afraid to touch me?”
