Page 33 of Daddy Crush (Silver Fox Daddy)

“That you belong to me.” His voice was gruff and commanding as he increased the pace of our lovemaking. “You’re my one and only.”

With each jabbing thrust, pleasure coiled tightly inside my core, threatening to spill over and destroy all rational thought. I started moaning a delirious chant. “Fuck me hard, Daddy. God, that’s so good... I want you to come inside me.”

He slid both hands under my buttocks as he shoved deeper and deeper, pushing my body past its limits.

And still, Duke drove forward harder and faster, the delicious heat of him a powerful force above me, thrusting relentlessly until I felt like I was about to erupt into a million pieces from the intensity pumping through my veins. Finally, my body had to bow to the sensation as he rammed into me, perfectly dragging his rigid cock in and out and reaching between my legs to find my throbbing clit, stroking me there. I groaned deep in my throat, and with a pleasured cry, found the release only he could give me.

Duke ground against the cradle of my hips and came deep inside me with a shuddering groan.

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CLOVER

ONE YEAR LATER

Inside the fence we’d built to keep deer, rabbits, and yes, goats out of the vegetable garden, I looked proudly over the tall raspberry bushes loaded with fruit. Ava loved to make tarts with them for the café, and they’d become top sellers, along with the other fresh-baked goodies she suggested for the menu. Duke made her manager of The Daily Grind and gave her a pay raise when I resigned to focus my efforts 100 percent on the farm.

I bent down, loving the warmth of the summer sun on my back, and inspected the baby lettuce greens for bugs. It looked as though the crop was coming along just fine.

Faith made her way down the path from the stables to the kitchen garden, hauling a pile of composted horse manure in a wheelbarrow for side-dressing the tomatoes. She and I ran the goat and vegetable farm together at Duke’s ranch, and today she wore a T-shirt that read,Vegangster.

“How did it go?” I asked.

It was her suggestion to rent out a part of our herd for brush-clearing at a fee of $700 per acre. With the increased need for fire abatement, she’d already booked our goats out for the next two months.

“Awesome. It helps to have the portable fencing to keep the goats inside the work areas, just like Duke recommended.” She parked the wheelbarrow and stirred up a small flutter of cabbage moths and came towards me on the heavily mulched path I’d worked hard to keep weed free. She snapped a snow pea from the vine and popped it into her mouth, savoring its sweet flavor.

“It’s been so satisfying to see how much we’ve accomplished,” Faith said thoughtfully, kneeling down to pull a carrot from the soil, which she simply brushed off on her overalls and started munching.

Together, we looked over their handiwork—stretching our backs and taking in the beautiful green expanse that stretched out before us. We’d created a thriving organic vegetable farm and were raising a fine goat herd all on our own.

I looked up at my sister and smiled fondly, grateful for all her hard work, which blossomed since we began running things on our own. Of course, Duke and my dad were always willing to lend a hand, when necessary, but the day-to-day operation of things was on us. This garden was for more than just food production and profit; it expressed the love we shared for our new life—full of hard work, laughter, family, and friends.

Speaking of which, I had to ask, “So, how are things coming along with Riley?”

The tensing of her jaw betrayed her deep frustration about the topic, and if you asked me, most of it was of the sexual kind. “Oh, God, don’t get me started about that know-it-all.”

I smiled to myself as I spoke. Faith wouldn’t notice my amusement, given her total focus was now on yanking every snow pea she could find off of the plant with a vengeance and stuffing them into her pocket.

It was impossible to stop myself from asking, “What is it now?”

Her lips pursed with annoyance. “No matter how many times I’ve told him, he can’t accept that sticking to a single partner would stifle my love life.” She crunched down on the pea in her hand.

I thought about living with Duke for the past year and couldn’t imagine needing anything more in my life, but Faith decided polyamory was the way to go. “I guess that might be hard for some men. But if that’s the case, why does he keep asking you out?” Riley had to be in his forties, if not older, but was still in good shape. As fire chief in Briarville, he had to be. At his age, I figured he ought to know a thing or two about relationships by now, but he still hadn’t given up on my sister as a lost cause.

“He asked me to go stargazing with him. Do you believe it? As if I couldn’t see right through that ruse.” She tossed back her head, laughing to cover her annoyance. “Sure, get me somewhere alone in the dark so he can make his move.” She stomped on a snail making its way across the path, and I thought it best not to point out it wasn’t very vegan of her. “So transparent,” she hissed.

The squeak of a half-open gate caught by a gust of wind caused me to look in that direction, only it wasn’t a breeze.

Duke.

Even after a year, I was still powerless to resist his ruggedly handsome face and the way his dark eyes held a secret expression just for me.

What would today’s undisclosed activity be? My face grew hot thinking about last night and how he’d bent me over the kitchen countertop and railed me from behind while I wore nothing but a sundress.

“Ladies,” he spoke. As always, his presence wrapped around me like a warm blanket.

“Hey there,” Faith said, seeming to have forgotten how annoyed Riley made her. She once said to me that if she could meet a man as kind as Duke, she’d settle down and give up her pursuit of multiple partners.

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