Page 45 of The Captain's Little Girl

“Daddy’s in charge,” she whispered, looking over her shoulder to find him watching her.

“Good girl.” Mark rewarded her with more intimate caresses.

On a hair trigger, her body responded almost instantly as he stroked over her clit. As Cricket panted against the comforter, she felt him fit the tip of his thick shaft against her opening. She expected him to glide in slowly.

Cricket’s breath gushed from her lungs as he thrust quickly inside, filling her completely in one massive push. She rocked forward on her forearms as he gripped her waist to hold her in place. Her fingers curled into the soft material below her to hold on as he withdrew and slammed into her once again. Mastered by his forceful strokes, Cricket submitted completely. Unable to focus on anything other than his body moving inside hers, Cricket pressed back against him to meet his captivating thrusts.

Mark loomed over her. His body covered hers as his heat radiated down to her skin. Cricket could smell his manly scent and loved his spicy essence. Turning her head, she offered her lips to him. His hand grabbed her jawline hard and held her steady for him to kiss her deeply. Releasing his hand, Mark grabbed a handful of her long hair and pulled her back to meet his next thrust. Arching her head backward, she loved his possession. The sting of him tugging on her hair blended with the stretch of her channel around his thickness. Her climax slammed over her as her muscles seized around the invader inside her.

Mark never paused but pushed that orgasm higher as he plunged into her. Another burst between her thighs and Cricket would have fallen forward except for his supporting arm wrapped under her belly.

“No more,” she pleaded, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding her.

“One more, Cricket. Come with me,” he instructed. His voice was firm and definite and it didn’t allow her any other options as his damp skin slid over hers.

“I can’t,” she wailed, sure that she would pass out if she came again.

“You can.” Mark’s hand cupped Cricket’s breast and rolled the tight peak firmly between his fingers.

“No,” she protested.

“Don’t tell Daddy no,” Mark growled.

She felt his arm slide from around her waist. Cricket sagged down toward the mattress. Smack! The sting from his swat burned her bottom and fueled her body to climax once again.

This time, Mark allowed himself to relax his control, pounding into her tightness until he shouted his completion into the room. He shuddered over Cricket as he dropped his hands to the comforter. Cradling her against his hard form, Mark settled them on their sides. He curled himself around her protectively after disposing of the condom.

“I love you, Cricket,” he whispered softly against her hair.

Cricket leaned away to meet his gaze. “Really?”

“No doubt about it,” he assured her. “I love you with all my heart. Thank you for helping me not make the worst decision of my life and let you go. I can’t imagine life without you.”

“I was so worried. I’d never told you I love you, too. I think I always have,” she confessed.

Mark leaned his forehead against hers, absorbing the sweetest words he’d dreamed of hearing from her lips. She loved him. “Thank you for telling me. Sleep, little girl. Let me take care of you.”

Fluttering her eyelashes closed, Cricket weaved her fingers with his and held on. She squirmed closer to her daddy with a deep sigh when she caught her breath. Muttering, “Love you,” quickly followed by, “No spankings,” Cricket drifted to sleep—protected, well-loved, and exhausted.

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