Because I meant what I said. First thing when we get out of here, I'm putting a ring on her finger. Making it official. Letting everyone know that Julia Carter belongs to me now.
But right now, I need to give this dick to my baby girl. “You need my daddy’s cock, baby? Need him to give it you raw and dirty?”
She whimpers, her pussy flexing around my fingers at my words."Yes," she breathes, her eyes fluttering closed as my fingers work their magic. "Please, I need you."
That's all I need to hear. I shift our positions, laying her back against the couch cushions, settling myself between her spread thighs. My cock is so hard it's painful, straining against my zipper like it has a mind of its own. When I free it, Julia's eyes widen, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
"Still can't believe you can take all of me," I growl, positioning myself at her entrance. "Such a tiny thing, stretching so beautifully for daddy's cock."
I push in slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. There's none—just wonder and pleasure as I fill her completely. Christ, she's tight. Hot silk gripping me like a vice, her body made for mine.
"That's it, baby," I encourage as she takes me to the hilt. "Such a good girl for daddy."
Her hands clutch at my shoulders, nails digging in slightly as she adjusts to my size. I give her a moment, pressing kisses to her forehead, her cheeks,Instead of scaring her, my words make her moan—a sound so sweet and desperate it nearly ends me. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders as her hips rise to meet mine.
"Yes," she breathes. "Please, Butch."
My beautiful little bookworm begging for my seed. Nothing in my forty-two years has felt this right. This perfect. This fucking inevitable.
I gather her closer, one hand tangling in her soft hair while the other grips her ass, positioning her to take me deeper. "You want that, baby girl? Want me to fill this sweet pussy with my cum? Make you round with my child?"
Her eyes fly open, pupils blown wide with desire. She nods frantically, her lips parted on panting breaths.
"Words," I demand, slowing my thrusts to torture us both. "Tell daddy what you want."
"I want—" she gasps as I grind against her clit, "I want you to…to fill me up." Her cheeks flame scarlet, but she doesn't look away. My brave girl. "Make me yours completely."
Something savage tears loose inside me. I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss as I slam into her, abandoning all restraint. She takes it—takes all of me—her small body somehow accommodating my size as I pound into her with primal need.
"Mine," I growl against her lips, my thrusts hard enough to make the couch creak beneath us. "Fucking mine."
Her legs wrap around my waist, urging me deeper, her innocence giving way to instinct as ancient as time. Each thrust pushes her further up the couch until I grip her hips, anchoring her in place to take my cock.
"Yes," she gasps, her head thrown back, exposing the delicate line of her throat. "Yours, daddy. All yours."
Those words—daddy, yours—they trigger something in me I can't control. My pace becomes punishing, my grip on her hips tight enough to leave marks. Good. I want her marked. Want her to look in the mirror tomorrow and see the evidence of my possession on her skin.
I feel her tightening around me, her inner muscles clenching as she approaches her peak. I feel her pussy pop off right as my seed starts tearing out of my balls. I roar like a beast.My vision goes white at the edges as I empty myself inside her, filling her with hot pulses that seem endless. I'm growling her name, cursing, praising—I don't even know what's coming out of my mouth anymore. All I know is this primal need to mark her from the inside out, to leave my seed so deep that part of me stays with her forever.
"That's it, baby," I pant against her neck, still thrusting shallowly as the last waves of pleasure wash through us both. "Taking daddy's cum so well. So perfect for me."
She clings to me, trembling, her small body still quaking with aftershocks. I've ruined her for anyone else, just like I promised. The thought fills me with savage satisfaction.
When I finally catch my breath, I lift my head to look at her face. What I see there nearly stops my heart. Tears track down her flushed cheeks, her eyes wide and dazed.
"Sweetheart? Julia?" I brush away her tears with my thumb, panic rising in my chest. "Did I hurt you?"
She shakes her head quickly, those innocent eyes still wide with emotion. "No. No, it's not that."
"Then what?" I cradle her face in my palm, terrified I've somehow broken this precious thing between us.
"It's just..." She takes a shuddering breath. "I've never felt anything like that before. Like I was…coming apart and being put back together all at once."
Relief floods through me so intensely I nearly collapse on top of her. Instead, I press my forehead to hers, breathing her in. "Christ, you scared me."
"I'm sorry." Her small hand comes up to touch my cheek, the gesture so tender it makes my chest ache. "I didn't mean to worry you."
I turn my face to kiss her palm, overwhelmed by the need to protect this woman who's somehow crashed through every wall I've built over the years. "Never apologize for how you feel. Not with me. Never with me."
