Page 25 of A Daddy for Hanna
And the pretty, innocent blonde in his lap had done so with her mere presence.
“Hanna,” he said. “Little girl. Talk to Daddy. Tell me why you’re crying.”
She sniffled, and he used a napkin she’d set out for breakfast to dab her eyes and nose. She attempted to smile up at him through her tears, and his heart contracted to see her sweetness shining through her sorrow.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to cry.”
“Shh. It’s okay. You can cry anytime you’d like, but I’d like to know what has you so upset.” He stroked her hair as he spoke in a gentle voice, trying to coax the truth from her.
“I want to see Eli again, and I want to meet his wife and baby, but Oregon is so far away.” She peered at him with a vulnerable look. “It’s so far away from you, Daddy.”
He cupped her face in his hands and brought his lips to hers, kissing her hard until they both became breathless. “You can stay here with me for as long as you’d like, or you can go with Eli. The decision is yours, Hanna. Tell me what you want.” He couldn’t beg her to stay, not when she was in such a vulnerable state. Eli was the only family she had now, and it wouldn’t be right for him to keep her away from her brother.
“I don’t want to think about leaving you right now,” she said, running a hand through his hair. “I just want… I want…” Her face reddened and she fumbled for words. But Ben felt her bottom pressing against his crotch, and she squirmed overtop him as his desire grew. She’d rubbed up against him a few times over clothing, but she’d yet to touch his cock, she’d yet to take it in her hand or… anywhere else.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, his teeth clenched as he bit back a groan.
“I want you to take me to bed, Daddy. I want you to be inside me,” she said. “Please, Daddy. Right now.”
CHAPTER13
The mattress dippedbeneath Hanna as Daddy pressed her down on the bed. He hovered over her, trailing burning kisses along her neckline as she encouraged him by arching her center into his. Through his jeans, she felt his hugeness and knew it belonged inside her, deep in her feminine core.
She didn’t want to leave the cabin.
Didn’t want to leave Daddy.
And yet staying felt foolish.
Leaving Pennsylvania had always been her goal. Putting as many miles as possible between herself and the farm had always been her goal.
She hadn’t counted on Eli coming to get her so fast. She’d thought she would have months. Months with Daddy. Months to find a better option, an option that gave her everything her heart desired—experiencing life in the English world, spending time with Eli and his family, and of course, being with Daddy through all of this.
He’d spent years perfecting his little homestead here in the woods. The greenhouse and gardens. The storage rooms beneath the cabin. His existence whispered of dark secrets, but he’d yet to open up about the reasons for his separation from a previous life she could only speculate about.
His tongue entered her mouth and her worries floated away. She gyrated her hips against his, loving the feel of his stiff bulge rubbing against her achiness, soothing it, yet spurring it to pulse hotter. Urgency consumed her senses.
Hanna worked the buttons on his flannel shirt. The mornings had recently grown cooler, and today was the first day she’d seen him in anything but a t-shirt. It hugged his muscles and broad chest, and she gave him a small smile as she reached the last button and tugged the shirt from his jeans. He shrugged the garment off, as well as his undershirt, and tossed them away.
Then he pierced her with a dark look and pushed a hand up her dress, slipping a finger past her underwear to delve straight into her wetness.
“Oh!” she cried, whimpering low in her throat as he swirled around in her moisture.
“Do you like that?” he asked. “Do you like it when Daddy touches your pussy?”
His crass words riveted her. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Say it. Say you like it when Daddy touches your pussy.”
She panted as she tried to form the words. Words she would have never dared utter. Like pussy. It was what he sometimes called her moist center, the part of her that had awakened to his masterful touches.
A light slap stung the inside of her thigh. “Say. It.”
She drew in a deep breath and met his eyes. “I-I like it when you touch my pussy, Daddy.”
“Ask me to put my finger inside your pussy.”
“Please… please put your finger inside my pussy.” She tensed up, though she longed to feel the fullness of penetration in a place he’d never been, even with something as small as a finger.
