A moan escaped her lips when he finally started to rock his hips again, slow and deliberate. His muscles so tense he was shaking, he asked in a guttural voice, “Are you all right?”
“Yes,” she panted out. “Please, can you do more?”
He grinned. “More? What kind of more?”
How the heck should she know? She’d never done this before. She just knew that if he didn’t move right now, she was going to punch him in the stomach. And maybe laugh while she did it.
Connor barked out a laugh. “That’s not how a Little girl is supposed to treat her Daddy, Trouble. And if you punch me in the stomach, all you’re going to get is a sore hand. Strike that. You’ll get a sore hand and a sore bottom.”
Argh! She was going to give him a piece of her mind. But then he pulled out further and pushed back in deeper. Turned out the piece of her mind she gave him was an enthusiastic, “Yes!”
Each time he moved now, he pulled out more and powered in deeper. Harder. Glorious.
Grabbing her butt with one hand, he lifted her hips higher to meet his thrusts. With a shift to the angle of his hips, he hit that spot inside her. Without thinking, she wrapped her legs around his hips and held on. She wasn’t sure what happened then, but she was pretty sure it involved angels singing.
Or maybe it was just her finally letting go.
Her climax rolled through her, with him there to carry her through it. She flew. So high she wasn’t sure she could make it back.
When she finally floated back down, she clung to him. He raked his teeth across her shoulder and let loose, losing himself with her. She felt him shudder and hold her tighter.
He collapsed on top of her, holding himself up enough not to crush her. “Are you okay?”
Opening her eyes, she stared up at him. With a weak smile, she lifted her hand to caress his cheek. Connor was a good man. The best she’d ever known. “I’m more than okay. That was the best experience of my life. Thank you, Daddy, for making it so good for me.”
His eyes warmed. He slid her hand to his mouth and kissed her palm. “You’re welcome, babygirl. And I have never meant it more when I say, my pleasure. Now wait right here. I’ll be back.”
He disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a wet rag.
“What are you doing?” Did she stink?
Oh god, had he smelled her stinky pits? Could she die from embarrassment? She’d never heard of it actually happening, but she planned to be the first. Because, really, how did you keep going when someone gave you something that beautiful and you gave them stinky pits?
“Your armpits do not stink, silly girl. Now relax.”
Jeez! Why did everything in her head come out of her mouth? A girl needed her secrets. She glared at him. A gentleman would have pretended not to hear.
“I never claimed to be a gentleman, babygirl. And you never need to keep secrets from me. I’m your Daddy. That means I’m always on your side.”
He knelt between her knees. What in the world?
“Spread your legs, sweetie. I’m going to clean you up. You won’t be comfortable if you’re not clean. I’ve been on the road for days, and I only pulled into rest stops for naps when I had to. I hate it, but I don’t think I have it in me to stay awake long enough to help you shower.”
Guilt kicked her in the chest. He’d gone through a lot to find her. She’d be on the way to Russia by now if it weren’t for him. She still might wind up there, but he didn’t need to know that. He’d been amazing. Had she even said thank you? If she had, she needed to say it again.
He grinned at her through her thighs and winked. “You hadn’t, and you’re welcome. And amazing is part of my job description.”
Gah! She had to stop doing that!
She yelped when a warm, soothing cloth ran over the area between her thighs. God, that felt good. Until realization and embarrassment attacked her. He was cleaning her…down there.
When he knelt between her knees to clean her up, her embarrassment flared.
She was always the one who took care of others. No one had ever taken care of her. “You don’t have to do that. Daddy! It’s embarrassing.” But her protests fell on deaf ears.
He shook his head but never took his eyes off her pussy. “There’s no such thing as embarrassing with your Daddy.”
It sure felt like there was. Still, he was gentle and sweet and everything she could ask for in a Daddy. It made her want to cry. His words wrapped around old wounds she’d never let anyone see.
