“Yes, fuck yes, Connor-” I cut her off with my hand smacking her ass, watching as it instantly left a handprint.
“I was nice the first time you forgot. You don’t fucking call me Connor in the bedroom.”
“Daddy, I’m sorry.”
Using her hair, I pulled her face to mine, sucking her lip into my mouth. I bit it and let it pop out of my mouth. “Come for me,” I growled. “Right now. I want to feel you squeeze my cock.” Just like that, she shattered, a sobbing mess as her body trembled, the orgasm tearing through her. But I couldn’t stop. I needmore.
I stayed deep inside her, thrusting inside her, my breath ragged against her skin. She melted into the bed, a mumbling, sobbing mess, just the way I liked her. “You think that was it?” I whispered. “You think I’m done with you?”
Emma’s body quivered. She loved it when I talked to her this way. “I… Daddy…”
I withdrew slowly, making sure she could feel every inch, then slammed back in hard enough to make her yelp. She cried out, a strangled sound that made me lose control. I slid one hand down to wrap around her throat, not tight, just enough to hold her steady while I ruined her all over again.
“Color?” I asked.
“Green!”
“Good fucking girl.”
“Harder,” she rasped.
“I don’t want to be gentle tonight,” I growled. “I don’t want to pretend like I’m not addicted to the way you fall apart for me. How you beg. How fucking wet you get when I tell you you’re mine.”
Emma whimpered, the words hitting harder than the pace I was drilling into her with.
“I am yours,” she choked out. “All of me, Daddy. Just don’t stop.”
“Say it again.” I commanded.
“I’m yours.”
“That’s right.” My voice was a low rumble, dark and possessive. “You’re mine. And I’m going to make sure you feel it tomorrow with every step you take.” I pulled out again, just enough to flip her onto her back like she weighed nothing, climbing over her and slamming back into her with a groan. Her legs wrapped around my waist instantly, pulling me deeper, her fingers clawing at my back. Her nails dragged down my spine as I thrust into her again and again, each movement more unhinged, more primal than the last. She watched me, eyes locked to my face, her jaw clenched, sweat beading at her temple, lips parted as she panted my name like a prayer.
“Daddy… please… I’m gonna-”
“No,” I snapped. “Not yet. You hold it. You fucking wait for me.”
My hand dropped between us, rubbing tight circles against her clit, and her whole body seized under me. She cried out again, but every time I felt her tightening, I stopped, pushing her to the brink and keeping her there.
“Please, I need it,” she cried.
“Now,” I ordered. “Give it to me.” Rubbing her clit faster, I thrust as deep as I could into her. Her sweet little pussy exploded, squeezing the life out of my cock, her body convulsing under mine. I cussed loudly, hips jerking as I came with her. Moaning her name and knowing right then and there I was always going to worship her body.
I collapsed on top of her for a moment as we both caught our breaths, my face pressed into her neck.
The only sound was the shared rhythm of our breath and the occasional shaky exhale as we came down. I finally pulled back just enough to see her face. Brushing the damp hair from her forehead, I kissed her temple and wrapped her up in my arms. I came to learn that Emma loved it rough, but she loved to be babied after. Taken care of, whispers of sweet nothings, andsomeone to hold her while she came down and joined the real world again. “I meant every word,” I mumbled in the dark room. “I’m not just here for the sex. I’m not just here for tonight.”
She blinked up at me, a ghost of a smile on her now-swollen lips.
“I know,” she whispered. “And that’s why I’m still here.”
I smiled, kissing her again, slowly this time, pouring everything I wanted to tell her into that one simple kiss. “Then maybe we can stop pretending we’re afraid of what this is.” I cocked my head, slowly rubbing her jaw with my finger.
Emma reached up, cupping my cheek. “No more pretending.”
* * *
After helping Emma take a shower and cleaning ourselves up, I heated up my mom’s leftovers and made sure she had plenty of water. While the food was heating up, I checked her Dexcom to ensure her sugar was okay. Thatshewas okay. I think I worry more about it than she does. Every day I send her lunch to her office, making sure she’s eating, drinking water, and resting when she’s extra tired. It didn’t take long for me to convince her to add the app on my phone so I could also watch and be alerted. The second I even think there’s a drop, I’m calling her and dropping everything to rush and be by her side. She calls me paranoid, but she didn’t see the way her face completely paled the night of our first date, the way her body went limp, and I saw all the light fade from her eyes. I never wanted to see that again.
