Page 21 of Beauty and the Daddy
"More," she demands, digging her heels into my ass. "Harder."
Well, then, I'll be damned. Mama taught me not to let a woman down.
I shift my weight, bracing one hand beside her head, using the other to lift her hips.
The new angle lets me drive deeper, harder, and she cries out with each thrust.
"Yes, Luca! Like that!"
I watch her face as I fuck her, mesmerized by the way her lips part, the way her eyes flutter closed then open again, not wanting to miss a moment.
She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
She slides a hand between us, finding her clit.
The sight of her pleasuring herself while I'm inside her nearly sends me over the edge.
"That's it, baby," I encourage. "Make yourself come on my cock."
Her movements become frantic, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.
Her inner walls start to flutter around me, and I know she's close.
"Luca, I'm?—"
"Come for me, Belle."
She explodes with a scream, her body clamping down on me like a hot massage, pulling me toward the edge.
I pound into her harder, chasing my own release.
The well of pleasure erupts like a volcano, and my vision goes hazy.
The world's a blur as I bury myself to the hilt when I come, filling her with hot pulses.
"Fuck," I groan, collapsing onto my forearms.
We lie there, panting, sweaty, joined. I can feel her heartbeat around my cock, still buried inside her.
I've never felt anything so perfect.
I press a kiss to her shoulder, her neck, the corner of her mouth.
She turns her head, catching my lips in a soft, lazy kiss.
I pull back just enough to look into her eyes. She needs to understand what just happened. What it means.
"You're mine now." Not a whisper. Not a question. A declaration. "Your father thought he was paying a debt with you. He was wrong."
Her eyes search mine, wary despite the pleasure still glazing them. "What do you mean?"
"I mean he gave me something priceless." I brush my thumb across her swollen lips. "And I don't give back what's mine, Belle. Ever."
Something flickers in her eyes, fear or arousal, maybe both.
"That's very final," she breathes.
"Get used to final." I kiss her again, slow and possessive. "Get used to mine."
