Page 54 of Watch Me, Daddy

Her body took over, writhing on top of me and riding my cock like she was made to take it, because she was.

I savored every moan, every breathy gasp, and every clenched muscle as I watched her break apart on top of me. She threw her hair back and dug her nails into my back, coming undone in a beautiful display of raw femininity that left me utterly captivated.

Ruthlessly, I dragged out the last vestiges of her pleasure, making her orgasm last as long as I wanted simply by toying with her hard little clit. By the time she came down, her breathing turned ragged once again and she was clutching at me.

“That’s it’s, babygirl. Hold onto Daddy for as long as you need,” I murmured.

She squeezed me tighter. Her head curled into the crook of my neck as she slowly put herself back together. Several minutes passed in easy silence, the two of us just enjoying the feel of our arms around one another for as long as we wanted and for as long as we needed.

The sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden hue across the tranquil expanse of the lake. As the day waned, a cool breeze swept over the water, sending ripples across its surface, and carrying with it the promise of a brisk evening. I noticed Irina’s delicate shiver, a gentle tremor that traversed her frame, and concern instantly etched its way onto my features.

“Are you cold?” I inquired; my voice laced with genuine worry. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness for her, a need to shield her from any discomfort, no matter how slight. My eyes lingered on her form, taking in the way her shoulders hunched slightly against the breeze. She met my gaze and chewed the inside of her cheek, as if she was deciding what to say.

“Just a little,” she admitted a bit reluctantly, like she didn’t want to leave my arms. To be honest, I didn’t want to let her go either, but I wasn’t going to have her catch a chill at my expense.

“Let’s get you back inside,” I suggested.

With infinite care, I guided her back into her clothes, each movement deliberate and unhurried, a silent promise that I would always handle her with the utmost reverence.

Once she was dressed, I cradled her in my arms, carrying her back into the house and up the stairs while carefully avoiding the security staff. They had no business knowing that I had just belted and fucked my future wife. Her pleasure belonged to me andonlyme.

I carried her to her bedroom as she yawned in my arms, and then I placed her carefully into bed.

“But it’s so early…” she whined softly.

“Just close your eyes for me for a little while. I’ll bring you dinner in a short bit, I promise,” I replied.

“Okay, Daddy,” she whispered.

As I tucked her beneath the covers, a feeling of profound contentment settled over me. With a final lingering gaze, I brushed a strand of hair from her face, savoring the sight of her peaceful expression as she closed her eyes. Then, I quietly retreated from the room.

As I closed the door behind me, the weight of my emotions settled within me. The path ahead was uncertain, fraught with challenges and complexities, but I was resolute in my determination to navigate it with her.

Now, I just needed to break the news to my family.

* * *

I paced back and forth in my study, phone in hand, psyching myself up for what I was about to do. Finally, I took a deep breath and dialed Kieran’s number. Kieran was the face of the Murphy family. He was the reigning kingpin, but he relied on the rest of us to run the family with him. My official role was as a capo, along with my twin brothers, Connor and Caden. My older brother Cormac served as underboss, while my sister Ada carried a role just as powerful as the rest of us. Truthfully, all of us saw her as a second in command, a woman fully capable of leading an organized crime family all on her own.

After a few long, tortuous rings, Kieran finally picked up.

“Hello?” His voice came through, crisp and business-like. He likely didn’t recognize the number since I was using a burner phone, just in case the Kozlovs had more tricks up their sleeve that I didn’t know about.

“Hey, Kieran, it’s Aidan,” I greeted, trying to sound casual.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this call? Last time I checked, you were vacationing on some pretty lake in Maine with our captive Russian princess.”

“Yeah, well, I have a little bit of a situation.”

“Oh, really? Enlighten me.”

I cleared my throat, my heart pounding. “We need to talk about Irina…” I began.

Kieran let out a long-suffering sigh. “Please tell me you didn’t do something stupid.”

“Define ‘stupid’,” I mumbled.

There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then Kieran spoke.

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