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“Baby—”
“But you’re attracted to me,” she pointed out, making her point by pressing her sweet lithe body against mine. “That won’t be a problem. One night. That’s all I’m asking for. There is no one else I’d want this with but you. Just one night, please, I just—” My hold tightened so much I worried I’d bruise her hips with my fingerprints.
“You want me to screw you, then what? Go on living, pretending I don’t know what it’s like to be balls deep inside of you?” I asked crudely.
“Dash—"
“That’s what I would do, baby girl.” I felt like a wild animal breathing her in, her scent imprinting inside of me. I was feral with a hunger that only she could sate. “Daddy would fuck you hard and deep and then cuddle you sweetly. I wouldn’t stop all night long.” Her breathing grew shallow, her gaze hooded. My palms opened, and each one covered an ass cheek.
“You think that would be possible for me? Because I can tell you right now, I take this little cherry—" m=My hands drifted behind her and between her cheeks. Her legs parted to give me space as she pressed her chest closer into mine, giving me access to her. I skimmed the dampened gusset of the panties she wore.
“I take it, this is mine.” The pad of my middle finger grazed her velvet-covered slit. The sodden material was warm and wet. I breathed in and could smell her arousal in the warm air between us.
“It’s been yours, Daddy.” My teeth ground down.
“You have any idea what you’re doing to me, Juniper? I was going to wait for you to turn twenty-five—"
“Why?”
“I was determined to let you live your life, do whatever you needed before I claimed you, because one taste, fuck, Juniper berry, one taste would never be enough. Not even close, my sweet angel.”
“Dash—"
“Uh-uh. You know what you want to call me. You know my name.” Her cheeks turned pink, but her gaze glazed with uninhibited passion.
“Daddy,” she moaned. My dick felt like it was going to bust through my joggers.
“I was trying to keep my hands to myself.”
“No more waiting,” she pouted, and I knew she was right.
“You get if I take you up on what your offering, I’m not letting you go.”
“Daddy.” She sucked in a deep breath.
“Not ever,” I vowed, trying to show her just how fucking far gone I was for her.
“Keep me forever. I’m yours. I’ve been yours since you walked in and I looked at you,” she whispered, sealing our fate because there was no turning back.
Not then, not ever.
6
JUNIPER
His lips touched mine gently for a brief moment. Almost like my daddy was giving me one last chance to push and run away.
He was too sweet for his own good.
He might be known through town for mostly being a loner and a little on the grinchy side, but now I knew he had a soft spot for me. As quickly as the kiss started, the deeper it got with every passing second.
We got lost in a hot and heavy kiss that had my toes curling inside my boots.
Our hands explored up and down each other’s back and hair. Hardly any space between our chests existed. I doubted a glimmer of light could shine through us while I stood on the tips of my toes and he bent to kiss me.
His hands felt so big on my body. Our size difference didn’t scare me. I loved it. I felt so delicate and cherished in his arms. The need grew and built impossibly high. Dasher picked me up, and my legs naturally wrapped around his waist.
“Daddy,” I whispered, and he grunted. It was obvious by the wet spot in front of his joggers that he liked when I called him that. And I loved it, too.