Page 7 of The Captain's Little Girl

Rearing her head up from his chest, her gaze fused with the handsome man’s below her. She watched his eyebrows rise in a deliberate challenge.

“You don’t tell me no, little girl.”

That finger pressed in deeper, stretching the tight ring of muscles, making her burn. Cricket tried to hold his gaze, knowing he would consider it submission if she escaped his knowing scrutiny by looking away.

“Let go, baby,” he whispered.

As if those words freed her from her struggle, a third orgasm crashed over her from out of nowhere. Cricket rocked forward to press her softness against his powerful frame. All hard angles and corded muscles, Mark was the perfect counterpart to her delectable curves. She pressed a fevered kiss to his lips as her pussy trembled around his thick shaft. Cricket hid her face under his chiseled jawline, loving the scratch of his sprouting beard against her skin. Unable to resist, she tasted his skin with the tip of her tongue.

With a roar, Mark slid his finger from her bottom to wrap both arms around her torso tightly. He rolled their bodies over so he loomed over her. Immediately, he thrust deep into her spasming channel.

She cupped his rigid jaw and whispered, “Now, Daddy, please.”

Mark dropped his mouth over hers hard. His deep kiss revealed his need as she caressed his powerful shoulders. Ripping his lips from hers, Mark plunged into her body over and over.

Her wandering hands clung to his strength, unknowingly digging her fingernails into his muscles as Mark extended her orgasm into mind-blurring pleasure. His fingers wrapped around her thigh to shift her leg around his waist, making her gasp at the increased sensation of him rubbing directly over her clit. It was almost too much.

“Daddy!”

With a roar, Mark emptied himself into her heat. He dropped to one forearm and buried his face in her blonde hair stretched over the pillow below her head. His body shuddered over her.

Cricket closed her eyes, overwhelmed by his lovemaking. She’d waited so long for him to decide that their age was a silly reason to be apart. Tears slid from her eyes to cascade down her cheeks as she realized she could have lost him before he’d ever decided to take a chance.

Lifting his head as he felt the moisture glide over her skin, Mark tenderly wiped away the wetness from her face. “Are you okay, Cricket?”

“We could have missed this,” she whispered.

“I am an idiot. I promise, Cricket. Nothing will ever come between us now. I’m all in.”

She nodded and felt herself relax. Mark didn’t lie. He’d told her he was committed to her, but she knew he’d never have made love to her if he could conceive of walking away. Cricket smiled tremulously up at him as she made her own commitment to letting go of any past worries. Her focus was on their future.

As if he understood her thoughts, Mark swept a lock of hair from her cheek and tucked it tenderly behind her ear. “Thank you, little girl.”

He pulled her against his chest and rolled onto his back to hold her to his side. After disposing of the condom, Mark pressed a kiss to her temple as he hugged her close. Cricket closed her eyes to savor this moment.

So good.

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