“Okay.” Her voice only cracked a little on the word, which she considered a win. “It’s a deal.”
“Good girl. Come here.”
Cupping the back of her head in his free hand, he dragged her down to meet him. And if she’d thought being on top would give her any kind of leverage, it took only that one searing kiss to disabuse her of that notion.
She’d handed him the reins, and now Daddy was in charge.
And she’d never felt so fuckingfree.
Chapter Seven
Dylan
Did she really think he could get enough of her in a single summer? If he had a hundred lifetimes with her, he’d never tire of touching her, tasting her.
Speaking of…
“You’re wearing entirely too many clothes, little girl.”
Her soft groan snapped the already tenuous hold he had on his self-control. Flipping her onto her back, he pressed her down into the couch, wedging himself between her thighs as his teeth scraped down the side of her neck.
For months he’d been dreaming of this moment, telling himself he’d take it slow, that he’d drown her in pleasure before finally claiming her.
But now that he was in the moment, all he could think of was burying himself in her. And judging by the way she was writhing under him, her soft gasps and moans filling the air, she was just as eager as him.
Slow and sweet could wait.
He was vaguely aware of something ripping, and then her shirt fell away, those gorgeous breasts he’d spent so many nightsdreaming of finally bare to his gaze. Or mostly bare, other than the simple satin bra still covering her.
Bracing one hand on the arm rest behind her head, he used the other to tug her breasts free of the bra, running the pad of his thumb over her nipple. A shiver ran through her body and he grinned down at her as he did again.
“Do you like it when Daddy plays with your nipples, baby?”
Red flooded her cheeks and she let out a low whine in response. It was obvious she was enjoying herself, but he wanted to hear her say it. The fact that it embarrassed her only fed those dark, depraved parts of him that craved her total submission. “Use your words, baby. Tell Daddy what you want.”
“Dylan…”
Cupping her full breast in his palm, he squeezed the pink little bud between his thumb and forefinger. Sam bucked under him, her needy moans turning to cries of pain. “You know what I want you to call me, Samantha. Be a good girl and say it.”
“D-D-Daddy!” she cried out, and his blood heated in his veins at hearing her call him Daddy for the first time. “It hurts, please!”
Gentling his hold, he bent his head and laved at her abused nipple with his tongue. “That’s my good girl. Tell Daddy what you want.”
“Touch me. Please, Daddy.”
“Where?”
“There. Everywhere.” Her voice shook with shocked laughter. “God.”
“Good girl.”
Need, raw and naked, flashed in her eyes at his praise. “Fuck me. Now.”
He hadn’t thought anything she could say would convince him to slow down. But those words, and the commanding tone she spoke them in, gave him the strength to rein in his raginglibido. Hovering over her, he let his lips curve, and nearly crowed with triumph at the flicker of fear in her dark eyes. “Naughty, naughty girl. Is that how you talk to your Daddy?”
The little brat had the nerve to smirk at him. “It’s how I talk to the man who’s supposed to be fucking me right now.”
“Hmmm. Perhaps we need some ground rules before we continue.” Sitting up, he reached for the button of her dress pants, popping it open with a deliberate slowness, all while keeping his eyes locked on hers. “One. Daddy gives the orders. Little girls mayask, politely, for something. But once you start getting bossy with Daddy, you forfeit your right to come for at least an hour.”
