I kiss the spot below her ear. “That’s all I want, Stella. I want to take care of you. Each and every day. In all the ways I can.”
She chews on her bottom lip, and my cock jumps at the sight. “Like my own personal Daddy?”
Fuck me.
I push my cock at her entrance. “You want me to be your daddy?”
She nods. “Yes, oh Jack. I need you.”
I kiss her, more passionately this time, my body coming alive at her words. At the fact I can take care of her. I know I’m older than her, but I no longer care. If anything, it makes me want to protect her even more.
She’s mine. And there’s nobody who can ever take her away from me. Because although I’m not like her real father, I am her daddy in every sense of the word.
I push my cock deeper inside her. “You on the pill?” She’s probably not. She’s a virgin, and I should wrap my cock with a condom, but I can’t stop.
She shakes her head. “No.”
“When was your last period?”
She tells me a week ago, and I quickly do the math in my head. Hell, she’s probably not ovulating, and honestly… I realize I don’t care if she is. Because the thought blooms deep inside me. I want that with her. I want the kids. The house. The lazy nights with her in my arms.
I never in my life thought I’d want this with anyone else. But I do… with her. I push deeper inside her, no longer caring about contraception and if she can get pregnant.
I go slow, letting her body acclimate to my size, because I don’t want to hurt her.
“I’m not going to break, Jack.”
I gaze down at her, my arms bracing on either side of her head. “I might.” And it’s the truth. I’m so close to losing control. And I don’t want to do that with her. She feels too fucking good, that if I lose control I might go too hard… to rough.
She cups my cheeks with her tiny hands. “I want to watch you break,” she whispers. “I want to see you lose control. To know I’m the root cause.”
I give her a half-smile. “You’re definitely the root cause.”
“Please, Daddy.”
Hearing her call me that does something to me. Turns me primal. I pick up my speed, letting my feelings wash over me. I focus on pushing deeper inside her. Letting my thoughts get swept into the rhythm.
“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her, thrusting my cock deeper inside her.
She holds on tight as I lose control. I push my hand between our bodies, pressing the heel of my palm against her clit. She moans into my ear and I keep going.
I can’t stop.
“I’m coming,” she calls out, and it’s like music to my ears.
I thrust a few more times, chasing her orgasm with my own. I grip her tight as my release rips right through me.
I hold her there, my arms locked around her, and I let myself have this—just this—because the world outside these walls is dangerous, and inside them she’s warm and real and alive.
And I’ve never wanted anything the way I want her.
When we finally break apart, she’s breathing hard, eyes bright, lips swollen, lying with me like she belongs here.
I rest my forehead against hers, fighting for control like it’s a mission.
“Let me clean you up,” I say, lifting my body from hers, missing her immediately.
After I’ve cleaned us both up, I lay back down with her.
