Chapter 6
Six
J ack
I stand up with her wrapped around me like gravity gave up, her weight nothing in my arms. Her legs instinctively tighten around my waist, her small gasp hot against my throat. Her smile against my skin is like a brand, marking me as hers as much as she's mine.
I carry her straight to my bed where she belongs. Not in the fucking guest room. What was I thinking?
I place her there on my pillow, hovering over her, bracing my weight on my forearms so I don't crush her. The size difference between us makes something primal in me growl with satisfaction. My shoulders block out the moonlight, casting her in shadow as I lower myself to taste her neck, her jaw, the pulse fluttering at her throat.
"Look how small you are," I murmur against her skin. "So fucking perfect."
Her thighs part the second I touch her. Her breath catches when my fingers slide through her slick heat, when I murmur filth into her neck about how she's already wet for Daddy. She's squirming under me, whispering "please" like a prayer.
"You're mine now," I tell her, pressing one thick finger inside her, feeling her stretch around me. "You understand? No one else touches you. No one else sees you like this. Just Daddy."
"Just Daddy," she gasps, arching into my touch. "Only you, Daddy."
The word hits me like lightning, searing through every nerve ending. I taste her until she cries out, until her thighs are shaking, until she's begging for more.
"You sure about this, baby girl?" I ask, voice ragged, hanging onto control by a thread. She answers by guiding my hand between her thighs, showing me how ready she is, how much she wants this.
Wants me.
"I've never been more sure of anything," she whispers, and something primal in me roars to life.
But when I shift over her, her eyes widen. Her gaze drops to where I'm straining against my jeans, and I watch her throat work as she swallows.
"I don't know if..." Her voice trails off, cheeks flushing pink. "You're so... big."
The hint of fear in her eyes doesn't make me back off. It makes me slow down. Makes me want to show her how good I can make this for her. How careful Daddy can be.
"Look at me," I murmur, tilting her chin up until those eyes meet mine. "We go as slow as you need. But I'm gonna ruin you for anyone else, baby girl. That's a fucking promise."
Her little gasp makes me harder, if that's even possible.
I kiss her then—really kiss her—taking my time. Tasting the soft whimpers from her lips. Teaching her how to open for me, how to let me claim her mouth the way I'll claim the rest of her. My tongue slides against hers, and she learns quickly, mimicking my movements until she's kissing me back like she was born for it.
"So fucking sweet," I growl against her mouth.
I kiss my way down her body, savoring each new expanse of skin like it's the last meal I'll ever have. Her neck. The delicate hollow of her throat beneath the flannel shirt she was wearing as a nightdress. The inside curves of her breasts where the buttons are undone, fitting perfectly in my palms.
Each touch makes her arch and sigh, making that smile flicker across her face between gasps of pleasure. I tug the shirt open, letting the buttons tear free so that I can lay it open and look at her, admire her, worship her.
"Daddy's going to kiss you everywhere," I tell her, voice dark with promise as I move lower. "Every. Fucking. Inch."
I trail my mouth down her stomach, feeling her muscles jump under my lips. When I reach the soft skin of her inner thigh, she tenses.
"Jack," she whispers, propping herself up on her elbows to look at me, her hair falling around her shoulders. "I've never... no one's ever..."
I pause, my breath hot against her skin. "No one's ever tasted you here?"
She shakes her head, biting her lip. "Is it... do people actually like doing that?"
A laugh escapes me—rough, surprised. "Baby girl, I've been thinking about how you taste since I pulled you from that river."
"But why?" Her curiosity breaks through her nervousness, those intelligent eyes studying me like I'm a puzzle she's trying to solve. "What do you get out of it?"
"Power," I say without hesitation. "Knowing I can make you fall apart. Feeling you lose control because of my mouth." I press a deliberate kiss to the inside of her knee. "Plus, you taste like fucking heaven."
She laughs then—a breathless, nervous sound that turns into a gasp when I nip at her thigh.
"I'm still not sure I understand the appeal," she says, then adds with surprising boldness, "But I'm willing to be convinced."
That fucking smile again, curious and teasing, even as her thighs tremble.
"Challenge accepted," I growl, maintaining eye contact as I lower my mouth to her bare cunt. The first touch of my tongue has her dropping back to the mattress with a shocked sound that's half laugh, half moan.
The taste of her—sweet, slightly salty—still coats my tongue. God, she's so soft . I rise up on my knees between her legs, the scent of her—wildflowers and something uniquely her —filling my senses. My tongue flicks out, tasting the slickness, and I groan low in my throat. She's already dripping for me.
Her thighs tremble, and I grip one, feeling her muscles jump under my hand. My dick’s about to snap in half inside my jeans but I’m already obsessed with having my mouth on her hot little girl pussy. "So full, my sweet girl," I murmur, more to myself than to her, but she hears it. The 'my' feels possessive, comforting, a little dangerous. "You're such a good girl, letting Daddy taste you."
She bites her lip, a little blush creeping up her cheeks. She loves the 'Daddy'—it's a safe word, a permission slip for a little indulgence. It unlocks something in her, a willingness to surrender that melts me. If anyone tried to take that surrender from her, anyone , they'd be begging for mercy. I'd tear them apart with my bare hands. She's mine to break, to soothe, to worship.
I plunge my tongue into her opening, testing, feeling, inspecting, slow and deliberate, savoring the tight heat that clenches around me. Her hips buck subtly, trying to meet the pressure, and I hold them open with my thighs, wanting to stretch her, to feel every inch.
"Relax baby, you just lay there and feel good," I growl, my voice rough against her skin. "Let Daddy take care of you."
My free hand slides down her stomach, circling her navel before tracing a line down to her pubic bone. I press my thumb into the swollen flesh, feeling her shudder.
"So sensitive," I whisper, and she gasps.
I pull back slightly, circling her clit with my tongue, sucking and licking until she's trembling beneath me. Her inner lips are swollen and pink, slick with want. I love the way she tastes—like honey and heat, like a secret I've been keeping for years.
"Harder, Daddy," she breathes, her fingers digging into my hair.
I oblige, increasing the pressure, swirling my tongue through her heat until she's writhing beneath me. Her legs tremble, and her back arches off the mattress. "Oh, Jack," she moans, her voice ragged.
I buck my hips against nothing, air humping for some fucking relief but soon enough I’ll get what I need I tell myself, but that inner animal wants to fucking breed this little lamb like like a rabid lion.
I run my thumb in tight spirals around her clit, feeling the pulse beat beneath my fingertips. Her hips lift, meeting my rhythm, and I groan in satisfaction. "You like that, my little princess?"
She doesn't answer, too lost in the sensation. Her breath comes in ragged pants, and her eyes are half-closed. I lap up every drop of her arousal, savoring the taste.
Finally, she spills over, a shudder racking her body. Her thighs clamp around my head, and she cries out my name. Not my given name, the name that’s just for us. That defines who I am to her from now on. " Daddy —"
But I'm not done yet. Not by a long shot. I rise up, keeping my mouth clamped around her, and move to straddle her, knees bracing her hips. The view is devastating. It feels almost scandalous, the way her legs are open for me, the way she welcomes my touch. Like she's been waiting for this all her life.
"Turn over, my little girl," I order, my voice thick with need. She rolls onto her back, offering me her body, her thighs spread wide, and I kneel between her legs, one hand braced on the mattress, the other circling her hip.
Her skin is flushed, hot to the touch. I press a kiss to the small of her back, feeling her shiver. "Spread wider, my sweet little girl," I command, and she obeys, her thighs parting easily.
I run my hand down her back, feeling the muscles tighten beneath my palm. I press my thumb into the soft flesh just above those sweet little dimples above her ass, feeling her gasp.
"So sweet," I murmur, and she gives a little ticklish shiver.
My fingers slide lower, tracing the curve of her hipbone before settling on the swell of her ass. I cup her cheek, feeling the smooth, warm flesh. "Beautiful," I murmur, and she bites her lip.
I press my mouth to her ass cheek, gently biting the soft sweetness of her skin. I nibble and lick, working my way to the prize, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes.
Her breath hitches, and her hips begin to sway. I run my tongue down between the halves of her butt, while tracing the delicate skin between her legs with a finger.
"Daddy," she moans, her voice laced with desperation.
I plunge two fingers inside her, stretching her, savoring the tight resistance as I press my tongue to the tight cinched skin of her asshole. Her muscles clench around my fingers, and I groan in satisfaction as she begins to quiver.
I work my tongue around her ass, licking until she's trembling beneath me. Her hips shift, meeting my rhythm as I drive my fingers deeper.
"Cum for Daddy," I demand, my voice muffled in the crack of her ass. "Now."
She doesn't hesitate. Her body tenses, her muscles clenching around my fingers, and she spills over, a shudder racking her body. She is mine .
When I lift my head, she rolls over in a boneless heap. I watch her chest heaving, her eyes wide with wonder.
"Still questioning the appeal?" I ask, unable to keep the smugness from my voice.
She laughs, the sound dissolving into another tremor of pleasure. "I think I get it now." Then, with surprising playfulness: "Is that something I could learn? To do that to you?"
The image of her mouth on me nearly makes me lose what's left of my control.
"Jesus, girl," I groan. "You're going to be the death of me."
"But a good death, right?" she teases, and the fact that she can joke with me like this—naked, vulnerable, yet somehow fearless—makes me want her even more.
"The best," I agree, crawling back up her body to kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips. "But Daddy needs his little girl right now. He needs her to be good and let him inside."
"Please," she begs, reaching for me. "I can be good, Daddy."
Seeing her like this—flushed and desperate and smiling through her pleasure—nearly breaks me.
"It might hurt at first," I warn her, unfastening my belt. She watches in wonder as I push the button through its loop and let my jeans fall apart. Delaney licks her lips at the sight of my cock standing up proud. "But I'll make it so good for you after, baby. Promise."
She nods, eyes locked on mine, trust written all over her face. Trust I haven't earned. Trust I'll spend the rest of my life trying to deserve.
“Please, Daddy. Show me I’m your good girl.”
I press my hands over her soft breasts and she squirms against them. I tweak her nipples, twisting them a little, enjoying the little mewl of need it draws from her throat as I line up my dick at that tight little virgin cunt.
Hart's face flashes in my mind again—that moment he clasped my shoulder, eyes serious. "Take care of my little girl, Jack." Not "play with her tits" or "fuck her until her cherry blood covers your dick."
A knife of guilt twists in my gut, but it's not sharp enough to make me stop. Not when she's looking at me like I'm everything she's ever wanted.
The air clings, thick with the scent of vanilla and her sweat—sweeter than orchids, hotter than my pulse. Her skin glows under my palms, damp and trembling like warm silk stretched over marble. I graze a thumb along her collarbone, tracing the hollow where her heartbeat thrums against me.
Mine .
The word sticks to my tongue, sharper now she's beneath me, legs splayed open, hips tilting—a sacrifice on this bed of tangled sheets. I strip like I’m on a fucking timer, her eyes wide when she sees what’s coming for her.
“Did it get bigger since we were in the workshop?” Fear shakes her words as I look down at myself and shrug.
“I think so. I think you grew Daddy’s dick three sizes because he loves you so much.”
The teasing words hang there for a moment before she smiles but squints one eye. “I sort of thought you were like the size of a bull, but really, you’re more like Bigfoot. If Bigfoot was a hot daddy, he’d be you. You have Bigfoot balls.” She giggles and the fact that she can have fun with me now, like this sends me into a near frenzy.
“You’re miracle you know that?” I move back into position, her legs welcoming me as her smile fades into practical fear. “You’re okay baby. I’m sorry I have to hurt you.”
I press forward, slow as a knife sliding into honey. Her heat spills over the head of my dick, but her pussy is so tight I get stuck before I can even get inside, Even slick with want, it’s like trying to thrust into solid oak, and I hiss through clenched teeth.
"Christ, you're tight." Her thighs quiver against my ribs; her breath hitches. I flex against her, testing the give of her body, and she arches, nails raking my chest like claws. The sound she makes—a wet, desperate moan—is liquid fire in my veins. "Open up for me, baby girl," I growl, gripping her hip to hold her still as I split her cunt. She clenches around me, hot and greedy, like she's memorizing every inch of my head as it inches inside. “Be Daddy’s brave little girl.”
I lean forward, trying to find more leverage as I hammer my dick against her entrance, dragging kisses down her throat as she squirms, legs squeezing my waist.
"Harder, Daddy," she gasps, back bowing like a bridge over boiling water. Her nails dig red half-moons into my shoulders, but I don't flinch. "No—wait," I snap, pinning her wrists above her head suddenly, fingers bruising tight. She whimpers at the restriction.
"You want it harder, baby? You want it like this?" I thrust harder, my head finally popping past the restriction, and she gasps a little squeal into my ear as I drive home my advantage, ignoring the wail as my shaft sinks deeper.
"Am I… your good girl, Daddy?" Her voice cracks between hissing breaths as I slam into her, driving deep enough to make her toes curl. The room hums with grunts and panting—a symphony of sweat-soaked linen and salt-kissed skin.
"You’re my best girl," I huff, my own breath ragged as I piston into her now. The bed creaks under us like it's begging for mercy.
Her legs hitch higher, calves trembling against my back. I twist her hips to meet me harder.
"Christ, stop moving," I bark, but she grins, sweat-damp hair plastered to her face as I hit that spot inside her—the one that makes her eyes roll back like I've lit a match in her bones.
Jesus, this girl. She’s got me wrapped around her finger with every little smile.
"You're my good girl." I bite the pulse at her throat, hard enough for her to flinch.
She whimpers, "Good girl… Daddy’s good girl…" The words are half-plea, half magic spell, and I laugh—a raw, feral sound—as my climax tightens low in my belly. Her walls flutter around me, molten and hungry, pulling every last drop of control from me until I'm shuddering against her.
"Jesus, baby," I groan, feeling her tight around me as I move back and forth, back and forth. "You're so fucking small."
She sobs my name, clutching at my back like she's afraid I'll disappear, her nails digging half-moons into my skin.
But I don't disappear.
I anchor.
I move slow and reverent, telling her she's mine, that she's home, that no one will ever love her like this. She calls me Daddy, and I nearly lose it, the word breaking something open inside me that I didn't know existed.
My hands know puzzles. Know how to make the colors line up on that fucking cube in twenty-eight seconds flat—twisting, turning, muscle memory taking over while my brain races three steps ahead. That same instinct kicks in now. Each sound she makes, each tremble of her body under mine is a clue. A twist of the puzzle. Her nails digging into my shoulders. The catch in her breath when I hit deep. The way her eyes flutter closed when I rock just so. I'm cracking her code, finding the exact sequence that makes her fall apart.
And fuck, it's the most perfect puzzle I've ever solved—her body the most valuable prize. A prize I'd kill to keep.
"Feel how perfectly we fit, baby girl," I growl against her ear, my voice dropping to a register I barely recognize. "Like you were fucking made for me. Like you've been walking around with a piece missing until now." I roll my hips, hitting a spot that makes her gasp. "No one else will ever know how to fill you like this. No one but Daddy."
Her eyes squeeze together as she starts to beg. “Daddy… Daddy, it’s too much. I’m going to explode. Daddy, please…”
“Good girl,” I tell her. “Daddy’s good girl. That’s your body telling you it needs to come.”
“Yes, Daddy. I need it.”
“Then come, baby girl. Do it for Daddy. Show me what a big girl you can be.”
Her body goes into overdrive, taking what she wants, what she needs, and when she comes—writhing and wrecked beneath me—her body grips mine like a vise, setting off a chain reaction I couldn't stop if I tried. It's not just the physical sensation that destroys me—that slick, tight perfection—it's the way she looks up at me through those tears of pleasure. Like I'm her fucking salvation. Like I'm worthy of that trust I see shining in her eyes.
My own orgasm rips through me with a violence I've never felt before. Not just my body releasing—my soul fucking cracking open. Each pulse feels like I'm pouring more than seed into her. Like I'm giving her pieces of me I never planned to give anyone.
I follow her over the edge. Deep. Full. Final. Spilling inside her with a possessiveness that shocks even me.
"Mine," I snarl, grinding deeper even as my cock quivers and blasts with overwhelming sensation, making sure she feels every pulse, every claim. My heart hammers against my ribs like it's trying to break free and join hers. "Feel what you do to me, baby girl? That's never happened before. Never lost control like this." My voice drops to a rough whisper. "Already imagining that little womb getting rooted with me."
My hand spans her lower belly, pressing gently as I continue to pump inside her.
She’s hazy with sex happiness as I let her lay there and I have my self a little titty fuck as afterglow. “So many places to play on my toy.” I say, slipping up and down, sqeezing her little mounds together as her eyes start to roll back.
She’s had enough. Fucking girl could make me go at her twenty-four seven, but she’s really just a brush beyond being a child and I need to let her catch up now and then.
“Okay, baby. Sleep. Now.” My hand slides down to grip her hip possessively as she nods, her eyes already closing.
She nuzzles into me, spent and trusting. I kiss the crown of her head and let my eyes close just long enough to memorize this: her weight against mine, the tang of sex lingering, her pulse still synced to mine.
And when she falls asleep against my chest, breathing even, skin warm and scented with me, I whisper into her hair:
"You're not going anywhere, baby girl. You're mine now. Daddy's forever." I press my lips to her temple, already thinking of rings and cradles and forever. Of ways to keep that smile on her face every fucking day for the rest of our lives. "And I'm gonna give you everything."