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Cal’s deep voice rumbled through the solid oak door. He stood in the hallway, freshly showered, wearing only soft black fleece sweatpants that hung low on his hips. Behind the wood he heard Sage’s soft giggle and the rustle of fabric, the flick of a lighter.
He smiled, leaning his forehead against the door. “Seriously though. It is our room, right?”
Her voice floated back, teasing. “No, not really. It’s my room now. I just let you use it.”
A pause. More shuffling. Then, warm and low. “Okay, Daddy. Come on in.”
Cal opened the door slowly.
Warm golden light washed over him. Candles covered every surface—thick pillars and delicate tealights—casting dancing shadows across the walls. The fireplace crackled with fresh logs, filling the room with the sweet, smoky scent of cinnamon, vanilla, and pine. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows the storm raged, wind screaming against the triple-paned glass, snow whipping sideways in wild sheets. Inside, it felt like another world.
His eyes found her instantly.
Sage stood beside the bed like a vision. Black fishnet stockings clung to her thick, powerful thighs, the mesh biting gently into her soft curves. A sheer black négligée—barely more than smoke—draped over her lush body, doing nothing to hide the heavy sway of her full breasts, the soft roundness of her belly, or the glint of silver piercings at her nipples. The matching ring through her swollen clit winked in the firelight as she shifted.
Cal swallowed hard, throat clicking. “God… you’re so beautiful.”
“Yeah?” She laughed softly, voice husky. “You’re not so bad yourself, Daddy.” She patted the center of the big bed. “Come on. Lay down.”
He crossed to her, leaned down to kiss her, but she pulled back with a wicked grin. “Nuh-uh. Not yet, baby. First, lay down.”
Cal sighed dramatically. Sage giggled—the sound of pure sunshine after a storm—and he surrendered, stretching his massive frame across the mattress. The sheets were warm, scented with her.
Sage moved to the foot of the bed, tapping her chin like she was thinking. “Hmm… something’s not right.” Her eyes dragged down his body, slow and hungry. “Pants off, Daddy.”
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pushed the fleece down. His thick, heavy cock sprang free—already hard, veins standing out, the broad head flushed dark and glistening with a bead of pre-cum. Sage licked her lips without thinking.
“Mmm, Daddy,” she breathed.
She took her time peeling the négligée off her shoulders. It whispered to the floor, revealing everything; large heavy breasts with pierced nipples tight and aching, the soft curve of her belly, wide hips, and those thick fishnet-clad thighs. She spread them just enough for him to see her slick, puffy pussy and the pretty silver ring through her clit. One hand slid down, rubbing slow circles over her swollen folds.
“Sage… princess…” Cal’s voice was pure gravel and need.
She climbed onto the bed, staying near his feet at first. Then she swung one leg over him, turning so her back faced his chest. Her plump, juicy ass hovered near his knees as she slowly—deliberately—backed up. The wet heat of her core brushed the tip of his cock, teasing, coating him in her slick. Cal groaned, hands flexing, but she kept just out of reach.
“Daddy…” she purred, looking back over her shoulder with that innocent-brat smile. She popped her thumb into her mouth and sucked it slow, cheeks hollowing.
“Oh my Lord…” he breathed.
Sage giggled softly. “What, Daddy? You okay?”
She kept sliding backward until her thick thighs straddled his chest, her dripping pussy and tight pink rosebud inches from his mouth. Then she turned her upper body toward him, eyes soft. “Soon, Baby… when you’re ready.”
They both paused then their eyes conveying many words.
Thank you, my love for being patient with me, his eyes said.
Of course, baby. You’re my everything, hers said back.
Cal’s big hands stroked reverently over her fishnet-covered thighs, up the bare curves of her ass. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you too, baby,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion. “More than you’ll ever know.”
Then the wicked smile returned. She turned fully, voice dropping into that sweet, filthy register. “But right now your little princess is hungry…”
Her soft hand wrapped around his towering cock, stroking slowly, spreading the steady leak of pre-cum down his shaft. Cal groaned and thrust into her grip.
“Do you know what I’m hungry for, Daddy?” She leaned down, breath ghosting over the swollen head. “Do you want me to tell you what your dirty little princess wants?”
