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But there were a few things his Little girl didn’t know about him yet, too.

He could see the refusal in her eyes before it ever left her mouth, so her “No!” didn’t surprise him.

Reaching into his pack on the floor next to their bed, he pulled out a long line of soft rope. That would work nicely.

“You know, Bluebell…” Boone worked the rope as he spoke. “There’s still so much we don’t know about each other. For example, I don’t know what your favorite song is, or your funniest joke, or even whether you eat your grits with milk and sugar or butter and salt. And as for me, you don’t know if I pull for the Grizzlies or the Spuds, or the name of my favorite pet growin’ up, or if I ever won an award at the county fair. Now, the answer to that last one would be yes. I’ve won several, and do you know what for?”

He waited for her to shake her head, which took a while because she seemed hypnotized by the loops he was tying in the rope. When she looked up to meet his eyes again, he finished his tale. “I was the blue ribbon winner five years in a row for calf ropin’, darlin'. You know what that means?”

Her eyes widened as she shook her head again. He let her see the predator inside him again and growled out, “Run.”

She gave the cutest squeak he’d ever heard and took off for the door. He had her lassoed before she took three steps.

She resisted as he slowly pulled her back toward him, making sure the rope didn’t tighten too much. He made quick work of shifting the lasso to her wrists and then tying them together over her head.

“Boone!” she yelled as he tossed her back on the bed.

After tying the rope to a bar that ran along the headboard, he pressed a finger to her lips. “Quiet now, Bluebell. I believe you said something about wanting to be fucked. I’ve decided to give you exactly what you asked for.”

She laughed and struggled to get away as he flipped her over onto her stomach. He’d put her in one of his t-shirts after the storm and, lucky for him, didn’t want to take the time or trouble to look for another pair of panties. This made yanking the shirt up over her head and puddling around her wrists an easy task.

“Now, let’s get this out of the way,” he said and commenced smacking her bottom with his hand.

She tried to evade his spanks, but he was quick, and she was laughing too hard to give it her best effort. This wasn’t really a punishment anyway. As far as he was concerned, she could wiggle that fine ass all she wanted.

When he’d warmed her bottom to the perfect shade of pink, he pulled her up so she was face to the bed, ass in the air, and admired his work.

She glanced over her shoulder at him, and the sinful smile on her face made his dick pulse. Pushing her knees further apart, he squeezed one perfect globe of her bottom with each hand before pulling her cheeks even further apart and spearing her pussy with his tongue.

She screamed in shock and pleasure. He loved the taste of her and took his time working his babygirl into quite a frenzy.

“Oh, god. Boone,” she said, her voice breathy and filled with need. “I… I… oh, please, Daddy. Please!”

He fucked her relentlessly with his tongue until she was almost to the point of tears. She was so hot and wet that her juices painted his face. He pulled out one last time, licking higher to flick his tongue across her sensitive pucker hole.

He had her strung so tight her thighs quivered. She arched her back and pressed her bottom high. Flipping her to her back, he shoved inside her all the way to the hilt, burying himself in her slick heat and pressing against her.

“What did you want me to do to you, dirty girl?” he demanded.

She whimpered, then said, “Fuck me, Daddy. I need you to fuck me.”

She did not have to ask him again.

He pulled almost all the way out, then drove back into her. Starting slow, he gradually built the rhythm.

She was so damn tight. And her internal muscles gripped his cock like a vice with each thrust. He kissed her, mimicking the movement of his hips with his tongue.

She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and nipped it with her teeth. It was just enough pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure to make his cock stiffen that much more. The sound he made was somewhere between a moan and a growl, and he wasn’t sure which he’d intended to make.

Pulling back his head, he gazed down at her. Her lavender-blue eyes had darkened to almost violet, and passion had warmed her cheeks. Her eyes were filled with lust and challenge as she gazed back at him.

“My babygirl is feeling brave, isn’t she?” he rasped, his voice deep and husky.

“Uh-huh.” She tried for sassy, but the gasp that escaped her when he shoved his cock in extra deep ruined the effect.

She wanted to play the bad girl though, now, didn’t she? He could work with that.

“It’s not nice to tease Daddy.” He pushed deep inside her again and stilled.