Page 137 of The Daddy’s Girl

With that, I pull out to the tip and slam back in. Her eyes roll and her back arches.

My thrusts are slow and hard. Somehow, I need each one to convey to Amelia that I am here. That I am serious. That everything I have said is true. That her fears and insecurities are unnecessary with me. I will always want her, and she does not need to hide behind her voyeurism to prove it.

Her eyes stay glued on me. Her hands stay clasped around my neck as she holds on for dear life. She wants to say something, judging by the way her lips are parted and her brows are pinched.

“What is it?” I ask, stilling my thrusts to wait for her response.

“I’m ready.”

My head slants in confusion. “Ready for what?”

“Don’t pull out, Matis.”

At the realization of what she’s asking, I let out a guttural whimper. She’s really giving herself to me. Really giving me everything I want. Everything I love.

“You’re not just saying that for me, are you? Because of what I said earlier.”

“No,” she replies, shaking her head. “Let’s let fate decide.”

Bordel.

This woman will be the death of me.

This beautiful, sexy, bold angel will be the absolute death of me, and I welcome it.

Leaning down, I kiss her gently. “I can’t let you take that risk, Trouble.”

“We’ll take it together.”

The sight of her laid out before me, naked and stunning with my cock buried in her cunt…it feels like a dream.

This is Amelia. My Amelia.

Getting to know her like this, I’ve discovered that she’s so much more than I ever imagined. She is everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner. And more.

This is about so much more than the very real risks we’re taking. It’s about this base, carnal desire we both have. To give in to our instincts. To fuck for more than the sake of fucking. To take it all to the next level.

Laying my body over hers, I start to thrust again, slowly at first. Her eyes are glued to mine as if I am her life raft. I have never stared at someone so intensely during sex, but our eyes are saying more than our mouths can.

This is love.

Before long, it becomes too hard to hold back, and I pick up speed. She moans with each pound of my hips against her, and I gather her up in my arms as I fuck her.

“Louder, Trouble. Let me hear you.”

She obeys beautifully, opening up for me and letting me hear her.

“Oh God, yes,” she cries. “Harder, Daddy.”

It all feels like it’s all too much. She is too perfect. Her pleasure is mine, and I want nothing more than to watch her come with my cock buried in her.

Just before I come, I pull out to stop myself. Staring down at my cock, I hold back my orgasm as we both catch our breath.

Then I grab Amelia’s hips and flip her onto all fours. Her hands grip my headboard as I ease into her from behind. Yanking her up until she’s flush against me, I reach around and strum her clit. As I fuck her, I watch her spine glisten with goose bumps and a sheen of sweat.

Her moans and grunts are like music to me. The soft high-pitched tone of her voice as she takes every inch of my cock is a gift. She is a gift.

“That’s it,” I mutter between the pounding momentum of my hips. “That’s my girl. Taking me so well. My filthy girl wants to take it all, don’t you, Trouble? You want me to pump my seed into you?”