When he settled between her thighs, he shoved them wide with his shoulders. Looking up the length of her, all flushed, trembling, and perfect, his heart slammed against his ribs.
“Oh, babygirl. I love how you spread for me,” he growled. “Look how wet and dripping you are. Is this all for me?”
Her entire body flushed crimson. Her cheeks, her chest, all the way to her pretty nipples. But she didn’t let that stop her, not his Foxy. Her hips lifted in a silent plea, and that was all the permission he needed.
Taking his time, he drew his tongue in one long, filthy stroke from her entrance to her clit, and the taste of her exploded across his tongue. So. Damn. Good. He groaned against her, the vibration making her jerk. He licked again, circled that swollen bud with the tip of his tongue, then sealed his mouth over her sensitive nub and sucked while he pushed two thick fingers deep.
Kip’s back bowed clean off the bed. “Oh! Daddy!”
Something primal inside him roared in triumph. He curled his fingers, finding that spot that made her shake, and worked her clit with steady, merciless laps.
She was close already. He could feel it in the way her thighs clamped around his ears. The way her breath hitched and stuttered. When she started trembling on the edge, he eased a third finger lower, slick with her juices, and traced the tight ring of her ass.
Her whole body locked up, breath catching hard.
“Wait! I don’t… I mean, what are you doing?”
“I’m exploring what’s mine, little fox. Every inch of you is mine.” He rimmed her dark hole again. “And that includes this.”
She whimpered, but her juices covered his hand. Yeah, his little girl liked anal play. And that had his cock so hard it bordered on pain. “Soon, babygirl,” he rasped against her soaked flesh. “Daddy’s gonna take this perfect little hole while you scream my name. But right now, you’re gonna come on my tongue like the good girl you are.”
He pressed just the tip of his finger inside her bottom and sucked her clit hard.
She shattered, her hips bucking wildly, her hands yanking his hair so hard his eyes watered.
“Daddy!”
She cried out his name into the dark like it was the only word that mattered. He didn’t stop until the last tremor left her body and she went limp, chest heaving, thighs shaking around his head.
Only then did he crawl up her body, hook her knees over his forearms, and drive into her in one brutal thrust. She was molten, still pulsing around him, and so damn tight. He had to lock his jaw to keep from coming on the spot.
“Look at me,” he ordered, voice wrecked.
Her eyes opened. Stunning blue orbs… big, hazy, full of trust and love and everything that belonged to him alone.
“I love you, Foxy,” he said, pulling out slowly and slamming back in. “Love you so fucking much it hurts.”
She locked her ankles at the small of his back, digging in her heel as she tried to pull him closer. “I love you, too, Daddy. Please?—”
But she didn’t need to beg anymore.
He took her hard and deep, watching every flicker on her face and relishing every gasp, every flutter of her lashes, every time she bit that swollen bottom lip. When she came the second time, clenching around him like a fist, he followed her over, spilling deep inside her. He screamed her name, guttural and fierce, his heart trying to pound its way out of his chest.
After, he stayed buried inside her, his forehead pressed to hers. “I’m never letting you go, Foxy,” he whispered, the words scraped raw. “You’re stuck with me forever.”
She smiled, soft and sated and so damn trusting it made his throat tight. “Good.”
He collapsed to the side, keeping her pinned against him with one heavy arm locked around her waist. She was still trembling, thighs sticky with both of them, and he fucking loved the sight of his marks on her shoulder, his cum on her thighs. His wife from now until the end of time.
He brushed the damp hair off her forehead and dropped a kiss there. She was everything he’d ever dreamed of, and more than he deserved.
Kip’s eyes were half-closed, her voice soft and satisfied. “Pretty sure my soul just left my body, Daddy.”
He huffed a rough laugh against her skin. “Good. Means I fucked my Little girl exactly right.”
But the high was already easing, and the part of him that was always Daddy kicked in hard. He’d been too rough. She’d told him she hadn’t been with anyone in six years. He should have gone more slowly and been gentler.
Fine tremor shook her limbs, and the way her breath still hitched every few seconds told him all he needed to know. She’d flown high. Now he needed to bring her down gradually.
