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“I love you so fucking much,” she whispered against his mouth. “You beautiful, ridiculous man. This is the hottest thing… FUCK!!!” she said as she sat up straight, and rocked her dripping pussy along the thick line of his cock through his jeans, letting him feel exactly how much she meant it.

He moaned as his hands went straight to her ass.

That's right, Daddy. Get your handful.

Sage wiped her tears and smiled at him wickedly.

“Now,” she said as she moved her hips harder against him “I think it's time we put all your research to work, Daddy”

Sage rocked her hips one more time, then rolled off him with a wicked little grin, sprawling on her back across the huge bed. Firelight danced over her bare skin, catching on her piercings and the soft sheen of arousal already coating her inner thighs.

Cal sat up slowly, looking down at her like she was the only thing in the universe.

She smiled up at him, soft and sure, and reached to brush a few strands of dark hair back from his face, fingers lingering at his temple. “I’m all yours now, Daddy,” she whispered. “Every inch.”

He took a deep, steadying breath, chest rising huge, then stood.

Sage’s mouth went dry as he started undressing.

Flannel shrugged off those massive shoulders. The white undershirt followed, revealing the carved planes of muscle, the dark hair dusting his chest, the thick power of his arms and torso. Boots kicked aside. Jeans peeled down powerful thighs. And when he finally hooked his thumbs in his boxers and pushed them down…

His cock sprang free — thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip, curving proudly up toward his stomach. Ten inches of veiny, flushed perfection.

Sage moaned out loud, biting her lip hard as she rubbed her fishnet-clad thighs together. “Fuck, Cal…”

He looked overwhelmed for a second, eyes closed, jaw tight like he was giving himself one last silent pep talk. All right, Meridian. You can do this.

But instead of diving between her legs like she’d half-expected, he climbed back onto the bed and settled beside her, pulling her half into his lap so her back rested against his chest. Her plush ass settled on his lap, his cock against her back. One massive arm wrapped around her waist, the other hand sliding slowly up her thigh as he turned her face to him and kissed her again.

“I love you princess,” he said reverently as he kept kissing her.

Deep. Slow. Devastating.

His tongue stroked hers in those long, lazy drags that made her brain short-circuit. His free hand roamed — warm palm cupping her heavy breast, thumb circling her pierced nipple, then drifting down over her soft belly, teasing the crease of her hip, stroking the sensitive skin of her inner thigh… but never quite where she needed him most.

Sage squirmed.

Baby… please…

He kept kissing her like they had all night, like he could live in her mouth. Every time she tried to guide his hand lower he followed for a moment, then drifted back up, touching her everywhere except her throbbing, dripping pussy.

Her head was starting to spin.

He’s so good at this. Too good. Fuck. I’m soaked. I can feel it running down my ass. Why won’t he just⁠—

She whimpered into his mouth, hips rolling restlessly against nothing. His cock was a hot, thick brand against her hip, leaking steadily, but he didn’t rush. He just held her tighter, kissed her deeper, and kept exploring her body with that heartbreaking reverence.

Cal, honey, I love you, but if you don’t touch my clit in the next ten seconds I’m going to lose my fucking mind.

Another slow pass of his fingers, so close she could feel the heat of them, then back up to squeeze her breast again.

Sage broke the kiss with a desperate little gasp, forehead pressed to his, breathing hard. “Daddy…” Her voice was wrecked. “Please… I’m dying here.”

Cal’s arms tightened around her, one massive hand still stroking slow circles on her inner thigh, so close to where she was throbbing and slick that she wanted to scream. Firelight painted his face in shifting gold and shadow, catching on the silver in his hair and the flush across his cheekbones. The huge carved bed creaked softly under their weight, soft linens cool against her overheated skin. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, snow kept falling in silent, fat flakes while the dark mountains stood guard. The room smelled like cedar, cinnamon, pine, and the sweet, heady musk of her own arousal thickening in the warm air.

He kissed her again — slower, deeper — like he was trying to memorize her. His tongue stroked hers in those long, devastating drags while his palm finally slid higher… only to tease along the crease where her thigh met her pussy and drift back up to cup her breast again.

Sage whimpered, hips rolling helplessly.