“Fuck! Bliss, babygirl…”
“Don’t make me stop, Daddy,” she said. “Please? I want to give you my gift.”
Stop her? He wouldn’t have even if he could. And right then, he could not. “I won’t, babygirl. I like your gift. Shit!” He almost came when she gently squeezed his balls.
His head fell back, and his eyes closed as she shifted and touched the tip of his cock with her tongue. After licking the precum from the head, she took it into her mouth and moaned. He gripped the comforter and focused all his effort into not blowing his load in her mouth. He wanted this to last. And when he came, he was doing it seated balls deep inside her.
She took her time moving up and down his cock. Slow. Too damn slow. Then she flicked her tongue over the sensitive spot at the back of his dick where the shaft met the head. At that, he lost the ability to breathe.
He moved his hand from the bedcovers to her ass, squeezing her cheek before giving it a slap. The moan that earned him vibrated around his cock, and he once again almost came. He brought his hand down again, then caressed the pink handprints he’d left. Another moan. “My babygirl likes my hand on her ass.” Desire made his voice rough.
She paused long enough to say, “Yes, Daddy.”
Vixen. Siren. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.
Knowing he had reached the limit of what he could take and remain sane, he pulled her up and rolled her onto her back,covering her body with his own. He kissed her deep, hard, and wet, tasting himself on her tongue.
When he pulled back, she protested his moving her. “Daddy, I wasn’t finished with your present.”
“I know, Trouble. But Daddy likes your present too much to take it all at once. You can give me some more of it another time.”
Moving between her thighs, he entered her slowly. Her hot, wet core enveloped him. He tortured them both with slow, gentle movements. She was a living embodiment of her name, head pressed back, breath coming in ragged pants, eyes closed. God, she was beautiful. She was everything he could ever hope to have in his life, in his bed.
“Eyes on me, little one.” He firmed his tone, so she’d know it was a command. A command she obeyed without pause or question. He had no idea why that did something deep inside his heart, but it did.
Yeah, she could brat from time to time, but not here. Not when they were making love. He had all the control, and they both got off on it. He’d never known anyone like his babygirl. She was his, made just for him, and he would love her with every ounce of his mind, body, and soul until the day he died.
Reaching between them, he found her clit. He circled around it, building the fire in her higher, keeping the same slow, steady pace. Sweat beaded his forehead from the effort it took not to come inside her, but he managed to hold back.
“I… I need you… to go… faster. Please, Daddy. I… I can’t take… I need.”
He shushed her. “Patience, little girl. I promise it will be worth it.”
When he felt the first quiver of her slick inner walls, he shifted his angle to hit her most sensitive places with each thrust. When she gripped him with her inner muscles, hepinched her clit, and she screamed his name over and over. His name on her lips pushed him over the edge, and he joined her in her ecstasy.
As they both came down from the most incredible climax of his life, he remained inside her and whispered words of love that were for her ears alone. Eventually, he rolled off her, lying beside her with his leg covering hers, burying his face in her neck.
Once he had the ability to stand, he got a warm, wet cloth and cleaned her with special care to her sensitive areas. After returning the cloth to the bathroom, he settled beside her on the bed. She snuggled into him, and he knew it was time for her most important gift.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Bliss snuggled into her Daddy’s arms. Her first real Christmas had been perfect so far. Perfect for her. Perfect for their girls. Her life was perfect.
The heat of his body wrapped around her like a blanket she never wanted to leave. She could hear the soft hum of the lights and the faint crackle of the fireplace, and it all felt like home. Her home. Their home.
Connor shifted beside her. “I have one more surprise for you, babygirl.” He reached over to open the top drawer of his nightstand but stilled. Turning back to her, he crossed his arms over his chest.
Uh-oh.
“Care to tell me why my clock is an hour ahead of all the other clocks in the house?”
Shoot! She’d meant to sneak back in and set it back to the right time. “Umm… maybe the power flickered or something.” It could happen. Right? She snagged her bottom lip between her teeth and waited.
“That could have happened, but if it had, all the clocks would be wrong. And losing power wouldn’t make the clock gain anhour. Try again. When you do, remember your rules, specifically the one about lying to Daddy.”
Holy Pinocchio. She sucked at lying. There was nothing for it but to confess. “I changed the time while I was waiting for you last night. Because, you know, if you were awake enough to look at the clock, you’d be awake enough to get up and see what Santa brought. I wasn’t going to wake you up special. I did my best to wait. You didn’t have to look at it.”
Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for his reaction, a mixture of dread and excitement twisting inside her. Was he so mad that he wouldn’t give her the present? Hmm, that crease between his brows was never a good sign. She needed to come up with something else. Fast.
