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“Mine,” I growl, dropping my hands to her ass and lifting her off the floor as I pound into her pussy, taking and taking more, and she takes just as much back, nails scratching a path down my skin as she arches into my thrusts, her cries fueling me on. “I love you, Cara. I love you so much, angel.”
“I love you,” she sobs, her sex cinching hard around my cock as she orgasms, thrashing against me, but I pin her to the wall, my thrusts growing violent and fevered, hammering hard into her tight pussy until I feel my own orgasm tear through.
I come so fucking hard, I practically see stars shoot behind my eyelids. I bellow like a bull as my stomach squeezes hard and my balls throb painfully as I flood her womb with my seed, rough spurt after rough spurt. She whimpers, her pussy pulsingrhythmically around me and milking me to the last drop. The wet sounds of our love making fill the room as my thrusts eventually slow until I’ve poured everything into her.
I’m totally spent when I drop my forehead against hers, her breath mingling with mine in the most intimate of embraces. “Is that what scared you the most? Me going away and not your stepfather’s presence?”
Cara is quiet for a moment, and I almost believe she’s not going to respond until she does. “At first I was scared of him, but then I remembered that he can’t do anything or take me anywhere, not without you hunting me down. Then I wasn’t so scared of him anymore, but…” She tightens her arms around my neck and hugs me firmly. “When you went after him, I was scared the past would repeat itself. I can deal with anything, anyone, except the thought of losing you.”
I increase my hold on her. “I’m not going anywhere,” I say, intent on saying it as many times as possible until she believes me. “Forever, that’s how long I plan on staying with you. Keeping you with me.”
“Forever?”
“Yes, angel. Forever.”
Epilogue
Six months later
Cara
I dream of rough hands running up and down my hips, their touch lighting a fire under me and causing moisture to flood between my thighs. I bite down a whimper when the roving hands slide over my hips, then nudges my legs apart before touching the aching spot between.
“Oh, Daddy,” I whimper when he strokes my clit, his middle finger moving faster and harder over the aching nub. I sob as I push into his hand, chasing the sweet pleasure only he can bring me.
“Wake up, angel.”
I whine at the deep voice in my head that’s trying to force me away from this dream. “I don’t want to,” I protest when the hand leaves my thighs and climbs up my stomach, then my boobs, fondling and pinching my aching nipples. “Oh God…”
“Open your eyes, sweetheart.”
But I don’t want to wake up.
I want to stay in this dream forever, feeling his touch here as intensely as I do in real life, but the voice is insistentand I feel myself surface. I wake up to the press of lips on my shoulders, moving down my back with seeking hands touching me everywhere. “I thought I was dreaming,” I purr, my voice raspy from sleep, but my body viciously aroused.
He chuckles against my skin, sending goosebumps licking up my body as he tugs me to lie on my back, and my breath catches when those brown eyes lock on mine. “Good morning,” he rasps, trailing his hand up and down the curve of my ass. I read heat in those dark eyes, and it only fuels my own.
“Do you ever sleep?”
“Not when you’re in bed with me,” he says with a smile, his mouth dropping over mine. “You can’t blame a man for not finding sleep when there’s a beautiful woman in his bed.”
I bring my hand to his jaw, rubbing my fingers over his short beard. “For someone who gets little sleep, you look so goddamn hot in the morning.”
He nips my bottom lip, trailing his mouth lower and kissing under my jaw. “Just in the morning?”
“No, you look sexy all the time,” I say, smiling, and he’s too distracted to catch the mischievous glint in my eyes as I catch him off guard when I push him onto his back and straddle his hips. “Now that you woke me up and I’m all excited, what should I do to you?”
His eyes gleam with laughter as he lays a hand behind his head, running his eyes longingly over my body. “Anything you want today. I’m off all day.”
“We’ll, I’m not,” I purr, watching his eyes as I slide my hands up my stomach and cup my breasts, smiling when his eyes darken and the bulge pushing against his sweatpants jolts against my ass. I massage my tits slowly, rolling my hips overhis hard cock and drinking in every little heated expression he makes.
To want someone—and to be wanted by them—is a feeling I never imagined I would experience. I’ve lived in enough shelters to see what people who swear they’re in love are capable of doing to each other.
I promised I would never allow myself to be vulnerable for someone and put myself in a position to be hurt, but I should have known I stood no chance when James showed back in my life. A caring man who turns into a rapid bulldog when he thinks I’m in danger.
No, I didn’t give my heart to the man. He stole it right out of my chest and made it his.
Made me his as much as he’s mine.
