Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
"It worked. I've been staring at the photos for a fucking week now."
"Compromise?" she asks, tipping her head back to meet my gaze. "Let me finish this job, and then I'll be the face of your company. I won't even complain if you have someone else model the lingerie. But please don't take this from me. It'll break my heart."
"Little one," I groan.
"Please, daddy?" she whispers. "Please?"
I know I'm done for as soon as she says it. I can't deny her. I won't deny her. If this is important to her, then I'll swallow my own tongue before I say no again. Breaking her heart isn't an option. She was meant for joy.
"And when they ask why you don't model our lingerie after this?" I ask, slipping my hand between her legs to cup her center. "What do you say then, little one?"
"That my daddy is the only one who gets to see my panties," she moans, not missing a beat.
"That's right. He's the only one who touches them or gets them wet," I murmur, playing with her, unable to stop myself. By the time I'm done, she's a limp mess on the couch.
"Marry me," I whisper as she cuddles in my arms.
"Is that a question?" she asks.
"No," I say, flipping her onto her back so I can see her face. "It's not a question. It's a plea. Marry me. Let me spend the rest of my life taking care of you. I'll probably fuck up. I'll be a jealous asshole. You'll never get any rest because I'll be in you every goddamn minute of the day. I'll monopolize your time and drive you crazy. But I'll worship you every day. I'll love you with everything I am until God takes me from this world."
"Blaze," she whispers, tears welling in her eyes.
"Say yes, little one."
"Yes," she sobs, bobbing her head. "Yes, I'll marry you."
Epilogue
Georgia
Five Years Later
"Daddy," I moan, rocking my hips back to take more of him. His hand comes down on my ass, leaving behind a sting that bleeds to pleasure. I moan for him again, lifting it higher.
His hand plunges into my hair to crane my head back. He doesn't pull hard, just enough to remind me that he's the one in charge here. Or so he pretends. We both know that I have the real power in this bed though. One word from my lips and everything stops.
I don't want that though. God, no.
"More," I plead, begging like always. It drives him crazy when I beg for more.
"Greedy little girl," he growls, covering my mouth with his. His tongue plunges into my mouth, his kiss hard, deep…greedy. I'm not the only one who can't get enough. He can't either. It's been five years, and he still can't keep his hands to himself. "You love the wicked things daddy does to you, don't you?"
"No," I lie. It only makes him harder.
He smacks my ass again, pulling another cry of bliss from my lips.
"Don't lie, baby girl," he growls. "We both know you love when daddy can't keep his dick out of you. It's why you're always climbing into my lap, begging me to hold you." He bites my lip, his hand in my hair tightening. "You fucking love when I take what I want."
He's not wrong. I love everything he does to me.
His hand dances down my cheeks, spreading them. A moment later, I feel his thumb against my back entrance. I'm so wet, it doesn't take much effort for him to slip it inside me. He works it in and out, turning me into a sobbing, incoherent mess of desire.
"Lie to me now, little one," he says.
"I…I… Daddy," I sob instead, my back bowing as my orgasm hits. I come hard, slamming myself back against him again and again. He's so deep I feel the head of his erection against my cervix. The pain mingles with the pleasure, overwhelming my senses.
He roars behind me, following me over the edge. His sticky seed fills me until it's dripping down my legs. My arms give out. I fall forward.
Blaze catches me at the last second, flipping me onto my side.
"Careful, little one," he croons, running his hand over my swollen belly as if to remind me that I'm pregnant. It's hard to forget. I feel like I'm as big as a house…and I still have two full months to go. Blaze doesn't mind though. He loves seeing me growing bigger with his babies.
"Sorry, daddy," I say, curling up on his pillow.
He follows me down, seaming his body to mine. His lips ghost along my shoulder and then the side of my neck. "It's okay," he croons in my ear. "Daddy has to take care of both his girls."
"Mm. I love you."
He smiles against my skin. "Enough to help me put together the dollhouse Santa bought the girls?"