I push those thoughts away as her fingers caress my jaw. “For what it’s worth, I don’t blame you one little bit for wanting answers. I’d do the same in your shoes.”
“Fuck, how did I get so lucky?” I rasp against her velvet-soft lips.
She grins. “You didn’t. You barged your way into my life and laid claim to me.”
“Do you hate me for that?”
Twirl. Wriggle. Squirm. Fuck, she’s killing me. “I might. If you don’t put that thing inside me soon,” she says with a deep pout.
“That thing?” I rumble with a smile.
Heat billows into her cheeks. “Your…umm, your…”
My grin widens and I’m surprised by how much I’ve smiled since I met her. This incredible girl with the honeyed prison of a pussy I want to be incarcerated in for the rest of my natural life. “My cock. Say it, honey.”
“Your…cock.” She whispers it, her lashes blinking rapidly and her cheeks warming with her embarrassment.
The member in question jumps in eager anticipation, even as I hold back for another few excruciating seconds. “Fuck, for a girl who’s grown addicted to dick so quickly, you sure squirm about one tiny word, don’t you?”
“Brock!”
“Yes, honey?”
“Please?”
I shift my hips and my dick finds her sweet hole without guidance from my hand.
We both gasp when I surge home.
Her beautiful pussy flutters around my cock before she clasps it in a tight vise, making me groan.
“Christ, honey. You grip me so tight.”
“That because she knows who owns it. Once you’re home, I don’t want you to leave,” she says.
My heart thuds and the words of love itch to spill free. But heck, she’s only known me for thirty-six hours.
I’m her first and she’s living though a plethora of firsts. As much as I want to claim her above all else, she might not want me once the haze of sexual frenzy wears off. Besides, she hasn’t seen her father for almost a year. And he’s sure as shit not going to give his approval for me to remain in his daughter’s life.
Not that I’m going to give him much of a choice.
“Daddy?”
Fuck, and there it is.
The other reason I’m hanging on tight to this girl. She’s fallen hook, line and sinker into this caretaking role I yearn to be for her. The role my instincts have been screaming at me that she needs.
Without batting a single eyelash, she screams for her Daddy when I’m deep inside her. And hell if I’m not completely addicted to hearing it fall from her lips. “Yes, honey?”
“C-can you move, please? I need you.”
Ah, fuck. How can I resist such a sweet request from the girl who owns my heart? “I will, in a moment. Give me your hand?”
Eyes a little glazed and adorably confused, she holds out her left hand. I slide the championship ring on her middle finger. It’s miles bigger than her dainty digit but it looks good on her.
She curls her hand into a loose fist to keep it in place and I kiss the knuckle above it, then rest it between us.
I place a lingering kiss on her lips before I look down into her face.