Page 108 of Beauty and the Daddy

She's part of me now. Part of this family. Part of the life I'm keeping and I'll do whatever it takes to have her here.

Her weight settles and, Jesus, I'm a man, not a saint. My cock twitches first—pressed under the curve of her ass, hot and heavy with ideas. She shifts and I bite down on a groan.

Her mouth hovers a breath from mine. "Don't make me say I'm sorry again," she whispers, lips grazing against mine, "or I'm gonna cryagain."

"Don't cry." I thread my fingers into her hair. "Kiss me."

Sweet mother of God, she kisses hotter than sin. Her lips brush up against mine, letting me think she's gentle, before I feel her teeth.

She kisses like she's been to the edge today and came back hungry. Her mouth opens; mine takes. She tastes like heat and trouble. My hands find her shorts, fist around the fabric, and drag them down her thighs. She gasps into me, and I feel it everywhere I keep my control.

"God, I want you," she pants against my lips. "I know this is the worst timing?—"

"Timing's never been our strong suit." I'm already sliding a hand between her legs. Her panties are soaked through. "Jesus, Belle. Look at you."

"What can I say?" She rocks against my hand. "You're not an easy man to remember myself around."

I slip a finger past the cotton, finding her slick and ready. She gasps, her head falling back as I slide one finger inside her, then another. Her inner walls clench around me, hot and tight.

"I could wreck you all day," I whisper, curling my fingers and feeling her thighs tremble.

"Forget all day, I'll settle for right now," she whimpers, grinding down on my hand.

That's all it takes. I pull away those fingers and slide my hands down her ass, standing up and taking her with me. She wraps her legs around my waist, pressed against my cock like a little tease.

With one sweep of my arm, I clear my desk—papers, pens, my laptop all crashing to the floor.

Then, I set her down on her feet.

"Bend over," I order, already unzipping my pants.

Her eyes go dark with lust. She turns, places her palms flat on the desk, and looks back at me over her shoulder. "Like this?"

She's wrecked and gorgeous, and I swear I see devotion in how she lays out for me.

"Exactly like that, darling," I hiss, pulling her shorts down all the way to take a look at that flimsy little black lace barely covering her ass. "You're beautiful, you know that?"

My hand comes down with a sharp smack against her ass. She gasps, arching into it. I rub the red mark I've left, soothing the sting before sliding her panties down her legs.

They pool at her ankles like a flag surrendering to a victor.

Either way, when I have her, I always feel like a winner.

"You're mine," I tell her, pressing my thumb against the slit to her pussy, feeling how ready she is. "You and that baby."

"Yes," she breathes. "All yours."

I free my cock, already hard as granite. The head brushes against her wet folds, and we both groan. I grip her hips with one hand, the other fisting in her hair, pulling her head back gently.

"Tell me you want this," I demand, teasing her entrance with the tip of my cock. "Tell me you want me."

"I want you, Luca," she moans, pushing back against me. "Please fuck me now before I scream."

I thrust into her in one long, deep stroke, burying myself to the hilt. She's tight—fuck, so tight—and scorching hot around me.

Her walls grip me like she never wants to let go.

"Oh God," she cries out, fingers trying to dig against the wood. "You make me so full."