Page 49 of Daddy's Christmas Rescue
He went even slower, moving back, then forward, and his breath hitched every time I squeezed around him. “You feel so good,” he whispered. “So goddamn perfect.”
I tried to answer, but it came out as a moan. I’d never made noise like that, but he didn’t pull away. If anything, it made him hold me tighter. His hands were everywhere. On my hips, my waist, my face. I wanted him everywhere, all at once.
When he finally pushed all the way in, I broke. The stretch was so much, but he held me still, forehead pressed to mine, his voice nothing but need. “You okay?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Don’t stop. Please, Daddy, I want you.”
He made a noise, deep in his chest, and kissed me like I was the only thing that mattered. His hips rocked steady, slow, and the burn faded into something sweet and sharp and dizzying. Every time I moved, it felt better, heat curling low in my stomach until I thought I might come apart from it.
He rolled us so I was tucked under him, but not trapped. If I’d needed to move, he would have let me. But I didn’t want to move. I wanted him to keep going forever, to never stop looking at me like that.
“Good girl,” he said, and the words made my whole body go tight. He kissed my cheek, my jaw, the corner of my mouth, and then drove into me again, deeper this time.
I cried out, but he swallowed the sound with a kiss. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect. You feel so good, sweetheart.”
I could feel him everywhere. I’d never been so full. Never been so wanted. I tried to match his rhythm, but my legs shook too much. He held me steady, one big hand under my hip, the other gripping my wrist tight enough to make me feel safe.
I was crying again, but this time it was relief. I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t ashamed. He wanted every part of me, and he wasn’t going to let me go.
He shifted, and suddenly every thrust hit something deep inside. I gasped, back arching, and he just smiled, gentle, like he’d known exactly what I needed all along.
I didn’t even know what I was doing, just that every time he rocked into me, my body went tighter, the ache inside sharper and sweeter. My legs wouldn’t stop shaking. I thought he’d mind, but he just held me tighter, hand under my hip, his voice right in my ear.
“Good girl. That’s it. Just let go for me.”
I wanted to. I wanted to so much it hurt.
He moved so slow, so careful, like he was afraid I’d shatter. But I wasn’t scared. Not of him, not of wanting. I just wanted more. I wanted him to keep going, forever. I wanted him everywhere.
“Please,” I whispered. I didn’t even know what I was begging for.
He groaned, rough, and kissed me again. “You’re perfect. Look at you. You take me so well.”
I tried, but my eyes kept fluttering shut. Every time he moved, the heat in my belly doubled. My hands clung to his arms, nails digging in, and he didn’t even flinch.
“There you go,” he murmured. “Just like that. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
And I believed him. I was wanted, and so close to something I’d never felt before. He must have seen it, because his hand came up, gentle on my cheek, brushing away the tears I didn't know I'd made.
“Come for me, baby-girl.”
I broke. My whole body went tight, every muscle clenching, and then I was flying apart, sobbing his name. I couldn’t stop shaking. I couldn’t stop crying. He held me through it, arms strong and safe, mouth everywhere, words soft and steady.
“That’s it. You’re safe. Good girl. I’m so proud of you.”
The words made everything sharper. The pleasure was too much, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to feel it forever.
He didn’t stop. He slowed, let me ride it out, and then when I was limp and boneless and dazed, he started moving again, deeper, harder, but never rough. I could feel how much he wanted me. I could feel him everywhere, inside and out.
“I can't wait.” His voice was wrecked.
I nodded, frantic. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”
He shuddered, and then he was gone, hips tight against mine, his breath stuttering. I felt him inside, and it made me feel… I didn’t even have a word for it. Like I was his. Like I was wanted, every inch, every piece.
He stayed over me for a minute, breathing hard, then pressed his forehead to mine. “You did so good, Holly. So good.”
I tried to answer, but my voice was gone. I just held on, shaking, and he wrapped me up, pulling the blankets around us both.
