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"Yes." She nodded and wiggled closer to him. "I need you, Daddy. Show me I'm yours."
"Baby girl," Sam groaned, his eyes darkening with lust, and he kissed her, his mouth slanting against hers as his tongue moved with hers. He tasted her, his mouth devouring hers in a kiss that stole her breath. It had never been like this with anyone before, not even with the Doms she had been with, not in any relationship or one-night stand. There had never been this mix of passion and tenderness that was so unique to Sam.
She wanted more. Needed it.Needed him.
"Daddy," she moaned, arching her back and pushing her breasts against his chest. "I need you."
"What do you need?" He picked her up, hands under her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her jaw, her neck. His hands moved beneath her sweatshirt, and he pulled it up and off her, tossing it onto the ground on their path to the stairs. Lily knew exactly where they were going, even though she hadn't seen it yet. They were going to his bedroom.
"Fuck me," she rasped and raked her fingernails across his scalp. "I want my Daddy to fuck me."
"Lily Bell," Sam sighed. His hands were hot on her skin, fingers deftly unsnapping the clasp of her bra and discarding that somewhere on the steps of the staircase. Lily gasped when he dropped his head and caught one of her nipples in his mouth. His tongue circled the rapidly tightening bud, teeth grazing it briefly before he soothed the sting of it with his tongue.
"Daddy!"
"Yes, baby?" He looked up at her, and Lily nearly fainted at the sight of him with his mouth on her. What had she done to deserve this beautiful man doting on her like this, carrying her through his house on his way to take her to bed?
"Keep kissing me," she told him, and he grinned.
"I'm going to do more than kiss you." He nudged open the door they were suddenly in front of, and Lily only had a moment to take in the chic bedroom before she was being deposited on the bed. She hissed from the sting of her ass hitting the bed, but then Sam was there, hands on her hips and legs as he pulled off her panties.
"Let me kiss it better, baby," he drawled, and Lily swore she felt his words in her bones.
"Okay," she whispered, parting her legs for him as the big man settled himself between them and began to pepper her skin with soft kisses. He reached up a hand, placing it on her chest and pushing her back until she sighed in pleasure and settled back onto the bed. The feel of Sam's hand on her chest grounded her and made her relax. He had her, her pleasure was his to give, hers to take.
She gasped, hips arching off the bed when Sam's mouth brushed her clit. A huff of warm air made her squirm beneath him, and he chuckled before he began to circle her clit. He was teasing her; she knew it, but she loved it, wouldn't want him to do it any differently. The payoff was delicious, and then, finally, he was flicking his tongue over her clit, giving her the friction she desperately craved. When he added his fingers, the digits moving in and out of her, Lily forgot how to breathe, her body tensing so suddenly that Sam raised his head to look at her.
"Breathe, baby."
"I'm trying," she cried, but a shudder was racking her body.
Sam's fingers slapped her clit, and she gasped, but she also breathed at the change in sensation. "That's better," he murmured, dropping his head and resuming his ministrations. The steady rhythm of his lips and tongue drove her higher until she was crying out in pleasure, her climax crashing down around her and leaving her shaking beneath Sam.
"Daddy," she whimpered when she came back to herself. Sam was leaning over her.
"There's my girl," he whispered, lifting one of her hands and pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist. "So beautiful for me."
"Daddy, please." She tugged at the shirt he still wore and frowned at the material. "Too many clothes."
He chuckled and leaned back. "You're right," he said, pulling his shirt off and throwing it on the floor. "Better?"
Lily shook her head no and pointed at his pants. "Those too."
"You're a demanding little girl."
"Yup," Lily giggled in delight as her Daddy did as she asked and pulled off his pants and underwear. Finally, he was back, his body as bare as hers. The first touch of his skin against hers made her shiver. The sensitive skin of her backside felt like it was on fire again, but this time, it was all pleasure instead of pain. She hooked a leg around his hip and gave him a wide-eyed look that she knew would pull at him until he gave her what she wanted. "Daddy, please."
"My little girl doesn't play fair."
She gave a quick shake of her head, the corner of her mouth pulling up into a mischievous smile. "Nope."
"You're perfect for me, Lily Bell." Sam's arms went to either side of her head as he braced himself over her. She pulled him close, loving the feel of him, the weight of him on top of her reminding her that she belonged to him, and he to her.
"Mine," she husked out when Sam settled between her hips and his cock nudged at her pussy."Mine."
"I'm yours, baby girl," he whispered, trailing kisses along the column of her neck as he rocked into her. The sensation was pure pleasure, and Lily gasped, her head lolling back as Sam began to thrust into her in earnest. The force of it stealing the breath from her lungs, she opened her eyes to see him staring down at her, that same soft-eyed look in his eyes, the one that told her she was safe and cared for.
"Daddy, yes!" Lily's hips met Sam's, and the two fell into a perfect rhythm. No more words were exchanged, the only sounds in the room, their ragged breathing and the sound of their bodies coming together.
