Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Ford
“No,” Neely says hotly. “I’m not going to—”
“Settle down.” I kiss the top of her head. “I just don’t want to rush you.”
She traces her hand down my torso. Her little fingers against the thick broadness of my chest, then lower, tangling in the dark hair at the base of my cock. . . the sight of it makes me want to mount her again.
It makes the words out of my mouth a lie, too, but it’s a lie for her own good. That’s what Daddies do, I figure. I don’t know. I’ve never done this before. But it’s what I want for her—freedom and choice.
Only part of me wants that for her.
I can’t deny that. There’s another part of me that wants to bar the door and never let her leave.
Keep her here until she’s round with my child.
God, I would fuck her three times a day at least. Her little legs spread wide, my cock disappearing into that pink slit I’d have to shave for her because she wouldn’t be able to reach.
Or maybe she’d grow a cute little bush for me to bury my face in, celebrate that she’s all grown—
“Why do you hate Christmas?”
I grunt at the subject change and at the feel of her fingers around my cock. “I don’t hate it.”
I hate myself. It’s not the same thing.
“You used to come to our house.”
And I would dress up as Santa. The last time I did that was when she crawled into my lap and wished for a boyfriend.
She gives me a shy smile, like she isn’t jerking me off, ready to ride me again. “We like having you around. So why don’t you come over for the holidays?”
Because I’m a wicked man who doesn’t deserve gilt wrapping paper and fucking Christmas carols. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m in your bed. Naked. I’m going to worry about it. I want you to come with me tomorrow.”
I laugh out loud. “Fuck, Neely. No.”
“Why not?”
“Because Dan will take one look at your rosy little cheeks and know I bounced you on my dick as you called me Daddy, that’s why.”
“So?” She waves her hands. “I mean, obviously, I don’t want to talk to him about it. Ew. But it’s not ew, not between us. It’s private and wonderful and ours, and he will be polite about it.”
“No, he won’t.”
“Ford.” She stops stroking my cock.
“Neely.” I reach for her, and she slides out of my grasp.
She gives me a dark, wild look.
“What?”
“You. . . you said. . .” Two bright red spots appear high on her cheeks. Her eyes are dangerously bright now. Fuck me. Fucking hell. “Ford, you told me you wanted me to have. . . And now you’re saying you aren’t mine to bring home for Christmas? That was all just talk?”
I scramble off the bed, but she’s already racing out of the room. By the time I reach her, she’s pulling on one of my sweaters.
Armor, I guess, against the bad man who broke her heart.
I catch her around the waist and spin her around. “Stop. No. Of course you’re mine. I’m sorry.” Fuck. I kiss her tear-stained cheeks. “I just don’t want to rush you.”
“Really?” She pushes against my chest. “I thought you wanted to claim me.”
“That’s the bad man part of me, baby.”
“I thought we talked about this. You don’t have to hide that from me.” She gives me a defiant look.
“I don’t want to scare you.”
“I want to be scared. Show me everything.”
“And then take you to your family Christmas? Dress up as Santa for you?”
“Yes!” She throws her hands in the air. “Are you kidding me? Yes, that’s how it works. Be my freak here and my bae out there.”
“Your. . .” I swallow hard around the knot in my throat. “And your. . .”
She climbs up my body, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. “Or be my Daddy at home and my boyfriend around town?”
“I want more,” I growl, everything clicking into place. I’ve been an idiot. A fucking idiot of epic proportions, locking myself up in this lighthouse for years, refusing to live because of an ephemeral fantasy.
But I was waiting for her.
I don’t have to lock myself up any longer.
I palm her ass, my fingers questing between her legs because her pussy is mine. “I’m not boyfriend material, baby. I’m too possessive, too needy. Too demanding.”
She shivers in my arms. “Then demand away. What do you want of me?”
“I want your curiosity. All the time. Baby wants to see Daddy’s dick? Crawl on me and ask. I want your sweetness. You’ve had a bad day? I want you to curl up in my lap and tell me about it. I want your promise, too. I want to hear forever dripping off your lips as I claim you.”
I want to wife her up, too, but I gotta do it right.
“Forever?” She wriggles against me, and fuck, I missed an opportunity to fill her with seed before.
I’ll rectify that immediately. “You sore, baby?”
“No,” she whines as I circle the slick center of her body.
“You sure?”
“I want you.”
“That’s not the same thing.” I haul her to the oversized couch and lie down, moving her around until her sweet little pussy is in front of my face. It’s swollen and red, like a big brute bashed his way into her, and I can’t fuck her again.
I need to.
I lick her instead as she writhes on top of me. I’m buck ass naked, but she’s still wearing my hoodie, so I can’t feel her tits on my belly as she flattens out, grinding her pussy back against me.
And then her mouth is on my cock, just the tip, suckling it, and the world tilts on its axis.
Fuck no, the first time she takes my cock down her throat will not be in a sixty-nine while I’m blissed out on the scent of her cunt. I’ll fucking hurt her by accident.
“Baby,” I growl. “Stop that.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I fucking love it. But Daddy said stop.”
She stops.
Fuck, I love that.
“Turn around,” I order, and we rearrange ourselves so she’s perched on my lap. My cock stands between us, an obscene reminder of how big I am against her little body. She took all of that inside her.
Take her again.
I haul her in for a kiss instead, burying my hands under my sweatshirt, holding her close.
She rubs her slit against my dick, and the plan to show her how to suck Daddy properly, carefully, goes out the window.
“I need you again.”
“Take me.”
“I should have come in you before.” It bursts out of me, a rough confession.
She shivers as she rises on her knees, fitting us together. “You gotta mean it, Ford.”
“I mean it.” In this moment, the Daddy slides away, and I’m just a man confessing his feelings.
Neely gets really close, her mouth brushing mine in an almost kiss as she works her arousal around the head of my cock.
“I want some of you inside me tomorrow when you take me home.” She eases me deeper, her face tensing at the intrusion. “And when you put on the Santa costume. . .”
“We haven’t talked about that yet.” I’ll do it. I’ll do anything she wants.
“We had more important things to discuss.” She’s got half of me in her now, and I need to see it.
I angle her back so I can see her pussy stretched around the veiny length of my dick. Pink flesh, slick and wet, clinging to me as I work her body, making her take it.
Tell her.
Because I can’t pretend I don’t want everything with her.
I say it as soon as she’s got all of me inside her.
I hold her there, her legs spread wide across my lap, her clit rubbing against the lowest part of my abs.
I drag my gaze up from the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen to the most beautiful sight I ever could have dreamed of—Neely staring back at me in complete lust.
Her sweet face is flushed, her lips parted, and her eyes hooded with need.
“I love you,” I say hoarsely. “I’m going to love you forever. I’ll be everything you need, anytime and anywhere. You’re it for me, Neely. I’m yours.”
She cries out, a little strangled sound, and I haul her close again.
“I love you, too,” she whispers as I kiss her. She says it again once I peel off the sweatshirt and a few more times while I take her tits in my mouth.
It’s a prayer, a chant. We say it back and forth, joyfully and reverently, and then hungrily as she gets closer. She shakes in my arms, her thighs trembling as I fuck her from below.
“Come for me,” I growl. “Show me how much you need this, too. I’m going to love you forever. That starts right now. Nothing between us, ever. No limits. Whatever you need.”
“I need you.” She cries out again. Ah. Oh. God. “Daddy. . .”
“No limits,” I repeat. “We’ll do it all.”
“Love. . .” She freezes with me deep inside her, then I feel her go, a ripple that pulls my release out of me in long, milking squeezes.
And she gasps again.
Yeah, she can feel it. Heavy spurts.
Dangerously good, that feeling. Fuck.
“Ford?” She’s panting as she slides off me.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I think I am a little hungry now.”