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“That means I am in charge of your pleasure, little one. You need to lay back, enjoy, and trust Daddy.”

That was easy for him to say. He wouldn’t be the one who ended up disappointed. Well, he would, but it wouldn’t be her fault.

Wait. It wouldn’t be her fault. All she had to do was give control over to him and the results were in what he had proven to be his very capable hands. Fine by her. He couldn’t say she hadn’t tried to warn him.

“Oh yeah? What makes you think you can?” she demanded, but this time she did it with a smile. She threw her leg over his hip and traced the skull tattoo over his heart. She made a mental note to ask him what it meant. Later.

His eyes darkened to a deep forest green. “That’s what you’re about to find out, babygirl.”

“Mm,” she hummed. “And what if I resist?”

“Other than another red ass, you mean? Well, I do have some restraints around here somewhere. If all other methods of persuasion fail, I’ll just handcuff you to the bed.”

She laughed. How long had it been since she had joked like this with someone? Had she ever joked like this? Using nothing but his words, he already had her pussy throbbing, which she hadn’t known was even possible.

“No need for extreme measures, Daddy. I hereby relinquish control.”

“Good plan,” he said, his voice now dropping to a guttural tone that sent tingles down her spine all the way to her wet sex.

“Now, second thing to discuss. I want to be inside you, babygirl, buried balls deep in that sweet pussy. I don’t have any condoms, though. How are you for birth control?”

Heat suffused her face. Geeze, she was old enough not to blush like a schoolgirl when talking about this.

“I’m covered,” she said. “I had an implant put in my arm not long before I… not too long ago. It should still be active. And they retested me for everything every time they moved me, so I’m clean.”

“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, and I’ve been tested, so I’m clean, too. Are you comfortable with us having unprotected sex?”

She didn’t have to give it much thought. She wanted him and didn’t want to miss the chance to make love to someone she cared about who seemed to care about her. She had the feeling being with Boone might ruin her for most other men. Then again, she might never meet another man like him again anyway.

She nodded. “I’m more than comfortable with that, Daddy.”

He didn’t give her a chance to change her mind. Lowering his head to hers, he took her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. His need for her spiraled her own desire even higher.

He didn’t just kiss her. No, he plundered every part of her mouth. He was not playing around. He laced his fingers through her hair and angled her head to take the kiss even deeper.

The fire his dominance lit in her belly was only surpassed by the slickness it caused between her legs. He wasn’t fooling around. There was no doubt who was in charge here. None.

His cock pressed hard against her thigh, making her want to wrap her hand around it and stroke him. He smelled of musk and salt and male. God, she needed him.

As if he could read her mind, he rolled on top of her, grabbing her hands and pinning them beside her head. Why had he talked about restraints earlier? Clearly, he didn’t need them.

He parted her legs with his knee and said, “Eyes to me, babygirl.”

Her eyes immediately found his, and she sucked in a breath at the desire she found burning there. For her.

“Who controls your pleasure, Tildi?” he demanded.

“You,” she said, her voice husky with need.

He pushed his cock inside her slowly, rocking his hips so he went deeper each time. The pleasure was euphoric, but she wanted him buried deep inside her. He needed to hurry.

With a growl, he seated himself deep within her. She cried out, wishing she had the use of her arms to grasp his shoulders. Ripples of pleasure were just out of her reach. If he would just move, she could be there. Once again, she rocked to try and spur him on.

He pulled back slightly and stilled.

No. No! She was almost there. He needed to move. When he didn’t, she cried out, “Please,” and attempted to lift her hips higher to take what she needed.

His hand landed sharply on the side of her bottom. “Who is in charge of your pleasure, greedy girl?” he growled. When she shook her head, he demanded, “Tell me. Who controls your orgasms, Tildi?”