Page 13 of Mercenary Daddy’s Girl (Daddy’s Girl #9)

GHOST

D one and dusted, exactly to plan.

I knew Rico’s call would come. That he’d try and send me on a wild goose chase while he enacted his twisted vengeance. And while Don Bernal really might be waiting for me to arrive, I was never letting Gemma out of my sight.

“For someone who saved the world, you sure don’t look very happy,” she says, snapping me out of my self-serving pat on the back.

“Because I’m not.” Glad to have her out of harm’s way? More than anything. My little Gem, my fire and flame, will live on.

With the threat at bay, I brought Gemma to my home. A twenty-minute drive from the city, surrounded by woods, and with many of the same furnishings as my safe house.

What can I say? I don’t like change.

We’re in my bedroom. Gemma’s on the bed, resting on her elbows to look at me. We can’t stay here long, not until I know what’s happening with the Don. But I needed this stability before embarking on another journey .

“Can I ask why?” She slips off the bed and makes her way over to me.

“Because…” Tension builds between us. Concern floods her face. Might as well come clean. “You’ve seen the monster I am. There’s no going back fr?—”

She shuts me up with a kiss.

“Don’t be silly.” Her hand slides over my cheek, smile never fading. “I’m not going anywhere.” She kisses me again. “Couldn’t if I wanted to, anyway.”

“What?” I shake my head, trying to clear the confusion. “Why not?”

“Because I belong to you, Daddy.” It rolls off her tongue so naturally now. No longer a shy word that feels uncomfortable to say, but a testament to our relationship and its foundations.

Rock solid, just like me.

Without thinking, I slip my hands over Gemma’s hips and pull her into me. We kiss again, but this time, it isn’t a light touch of lips to stop wandering minds. It’s fueled by hot, passionate intensity that strips the air from my lungs.

“You know what that does to me,” I growl, trailing kisses down her cheek and settling my lips over her neck.

“Why do you think I said it?” she coos, tilting her head to the side to give me easier access to her skin. “You can’t give this to me” —her hand snaps down to my cock, stroking it through my pants while she talks— “and expect me not to want it all the time.”

“Then your wish is my command, baby.” I slide my hands over her ass and hoist her into my arms.

Walking her to the bed, my mouth makes love to her neck. Nibbling, sucking, tasting every inch of her. Raising up to her ear, sinking to her collarbone, and everything in between .

Funny how a small word like ‘Daddy’ can shift my entire world upside down … since the very first time it left her precious lips.

Gemma’s hands glide across my body. She works the buttons of my shirt and fiddles haphazardly with my belt buckle, all while she lets out lusty whimpers. By the time my knees hit the bed’s edge, I’m half naked. Everything except my pants that fall to my ankles as soon as Gemma releases them.

She squeals in delight as my manhood springs free and closes the distance between us. Swaying and bobbing with almost tactical precision between her legs, like a snake hunting its next meal.

My turn.

I set her down and she stands upright, breaking my kisses long enough to pull her shirt overhead. With it, a new world of opportunities opens up to me. Instead of being glued to her neck, I bury my face between her breasts, playing with the rope tying up her sweat pants.

Her moans come in rapid fire. Hastened, guttural, and intense. Satisfaction has her shivering, struggling to stand upright, with my tongue looping and flicking her pointy nipples.

“Are you gonna give it to me, Daddy?” she whispers against my head. “Put it inside me? Make me tremble all over your big cock?”

Fuck playing with the rope.

Hooking my thumbs in the side of her pants, I yank them and her panties down in one swift motion.

“Daddy’s gonna make you feel real good, princess,” I mutter and hook an arm behind her knees. With the other finding its way around her hips, I lay her down on the bed, simultaneously crawling over her.

“Then what are you waiting for?” She stares at me with a pout, lazily dragging one hand up her body. Caressing her belly, breasts, and finally resting it on the side of my face .

“Teasing you is part of the fun, baby. Watching you squirm for it.” I grab the base of my cock and guide it to her entrance.

“You just want to see me beg.” Her eyes fall shut at the sudden interruption from below.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Her pout shifts to a wicked grin, and she wriggles around. She starts whining and screaming in a high-pitched, playful tone. “Give it to me. I want it. Now. I need it.”

“If you’re gonna be a little brat, maybe I won’t give it to you at all.” My actions don’t mimic my words. Instead, I press my hips forward and slot my tip inside Gemma.

Her eyes bulge, almost shooting out of her skull as the start of a devilish smirk of my own takes control of my face.

“But you’ve been a good girl. It would be so wrong of me to take this away from you.”

I thrust my hips and slide deeper and deeper until I’m buried inside her.

But that’s as long as I can hold on. My body ignores my mind and takes control.

Bucking back and slamming forward to give Gemma what she asked for.

She squirms underneath me, groaning huskily as her hands find their way up my body.

“You feel so good inside me.” Her eyes roll to the roof of her skull.

I latch onto her hips for support. Her tight pussy squeezing the life out of me with every thrust. And hearing her speak, so timid in her dirty talk, drives me crazy. It’s the hottest thing about this. Seeing her let the corruption take hold, breaking her.

“I’m gonna fill your tight cunt with my seed, baby,” I groan, feeling myself hurling over ecstasy’s edge. “Do you want that?”

“Give it to me, Daddy,” she whimpers, latching onto my shoulders to pull me into every next thrust .

I pin her down, my hips doing the work, as we crest over the horizon together. Howls of delight bellow out of Gemma as my body stiffens and releases every last drop I have to give.

Before I catch myself, I crumble over her. Instantly finding her lips for another long, deep kiss, my cock still twitching deep inside of her.

And when it finally breaks, Gemma brushes a hand across my face, fiddling with the strands of hair that hang over my eyes.

“You know, if we keep fucking like this?” She giggles fiercely, trying to get her sentence out. “Pretty soon, I won’t be the only one calling you Daddy.”

“It’s like I said, little Gem.” I’m puffing and panting. Mind-blown that Gemma caught her second wind so fast. “Dogs, cats, and all the little critters we pick up along the way.”