Page 44 of The Captain's Little Girl

“Not to spank me?” she questioned, suspicious of his intent.

“You’ve been a good girl, right?” he asked as he tasted the skin of her shoulder and neck revealed by her Harbor tank top.

“Yes, Daddy,” Cricket promised.

“Then, no spanking this time. Well, not for punishment,” he clarified as he lifted her away from the wall to saunter down the hall to the master bedroom.

Mark allowed Cricket to slide down against his body as he set her feet on the carpet, drawing a groan of arousal from both their mouths. Immediately, he yanked her tank top over her head and tossed it across the room. She could feel his gaze feasting on her.

He ran one fingertip over the lacy edging of her bra. “Pretty.” Leaning down, he kissed the swell of one breast before nibbling on the other as he unfastened the hooks in the back. As soon as it was free, Mark slid the garment away and discarded it. He cupped her small breasts, rubbing his roughened thumbs across her nipples.

Cricket looked down at the powerful hands caressing her. He could hurt her effortlessly, but Mark touched her delicately and passionately. She gasped when he tweaked one nipple, giving her a hint of pain with her pleasure. Cricket felt herself getting wetter as her mind and body responded to this handsome, masculine man.

Suddenly, she needed to see him as well. Grabbing the hem of his T-shirt, Cricket tugged it up his chest. Mark released his hold to raise his arms, allowing her to push the shirt up his arms where he took over and tugged it over his head to join the growing pile. Cricket scanned his body. Chiseled muscles with a scattering of black and silver hair captivated her. She traced the grooves in his chest leading to his waistband and tugged at the end of his belt.

“Baby girl, you first,” he instructed, pinning her hand against his hard abdomen.

Cricket tugged her fingers loose and pushed her shorts and underwear over her hips to cascade to the floor with a wiggle. She stepped out of the material around her ankles and tried again to unfasten his belt. He needed to be naked now.

Looping a hand under her knees and behind her back, Mark scooped Cricket into his arms and tossed her onto the bed. As she scrambled to her hands and knees, he captured her attention with a flick of his wrist, whipping the leather strip through the loops of his fatigues and tossing it to the corner. His pants followed hers and dropped to the floor. Sitting on the bottom on her heels, Cricket’s gaze flew immediately to his cock. It was thick and long, and she licked her lips, not realizing what she’d done until he spoke.

“You’re killing me, baby girl. Come here.”

Cricket crawled forward and rose to kneel on the mattress before him. Mark tangled his fingers in her hair to draw her closer. “I can’t go slow this time, Cricket,” he warned.

“O-Okay.” She stumbled over the word as she tried to contain the thrill that welled inside her. She loved knowing that he needed her as much as she needed to be intimate with him.

“Tell me and I’ll be gentler,” he suggested between kisses.

Shaking her head, Cricket pulled on his chest hair. “I need you, too, Daddy.”

“On your knees.” Mark lifted her to turn Cricket away from him, placing her so her palms rested on the comforter and her bottom faced him at the foot of the bed.

She turned to look over her shoulder, finding him staring at her bottom. Daringly, she wiggled it slightly and winced when he rewarded her with a sharp smack before caressing the stinging area with a loving hand. She froze as his fingers traced the groove in her buttocks to the intimate area between her thighs, discovering how she’d reacted to his closeness.

“You’re so wet for me,” he praised as his fingers probed through the pink folds coated with her slick juices. His exploration relocating all the erotic triggers he’d identified before.

Cricket widened her thighs to give him more access. Freezing in place as his fingertip traced a circle around her clit before brushing over it directly, she held her breath and exhaled roughly as he slid two fingers inside. She tightened her muscles, trying to trap him inside, and drew a groan from Mark.

“I’m going to be here, Cricket. Buried deep inside you.”

“Please,” she begged, and then gasped as he withdrew his fingers in a quick motion. She watched him walk away. “Wait!”

“Let me protect you, baby girl,” he reassured her softly, stopping to cup her face and kiss her roughly. When she rolled over on her side to wrap her arms around him, Mark moved away to open the nightstand drawer.

“Back on your knees,” he directed sternly as he tore open the small packet he’d retrieved.

Instantly, Cricket moved back into position, wishing to please him. Mark smoothed his hand down her spine and over her bottom as he stepped between her feet that were dangling off the end of the bed. He paused there for a couple of long seconds, making Cricket nervous about the picture she presented. Looking over her shoulder, she watched him roughly stroke down his cock. His gaze stayed glued to her body as he pulled on his thick erection before rolling the condom into place.

Stepping closer, he gripped her buttocks, spreading them slightly to reveal all her secrets to his view. Mark stroked one fingertip down the crease between them to press against the small opening protected there. “I’ll take you here, baby girl, after I prepare you. You’ll squeal and protest, but you’ll love the feel of my cock invading your body.”

“No,” she protested with a vigorous shake of her head.

“Little girls don’t tell their daddies no, Cricket. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re ready and so turned on, you’ll beg me to take you here,” he promised, pushing the tip of his finger inside her.

Cricket wanted to protest but the welling juices from her body denied her objections. She dropped her forehead down to the mattress to hide her face so she didn’t reveal how hot this thought made her.

“I know, Cricket. I know all your secrets. No part of your body will be unavailable to me.” His fingers stroked her outer lips, driving her crazy but not moving any closer to her core as if he was waiting for her to say something.

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