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Eric

Keeping my hands off of Amanda on the way to my house is torture.

More than once, I curse myself for not waking my driver to have him escort me.

Although, since this was a last-minute arrangement, arranging his services would have meant a later arrival time, and the sight of Amanda with messy hair first thing in the morning is something I wouldn’t have missed for the world.

Still, I only need one hand to drive. So, as I pilot us through the streets of Blackwood Falls, I keep one hand on her thigh. Occasionally, I give her a little squeeze to remind her of what awaits us as soon as I get her alone – as soon as I get her home .

When I get the car into the driveway, I barely get it into park before I’m jumping out. Amanda isn’t far behind me. As I’m rounding the front of the car to wrench open her door, she’s already closing it, an excited smile on her face.

Needing to get her inside faster, I scoop her up and carry her to the front door.

My newly healed shoulder aches slightly, but I ignore it.

Whatever damage I sustain by carrying her inside this one time, I’ll be able to correct during those physical therapy sessions I’ve been prescribed, and it will have been more than worth it.

She giggles the whole time, gasping with delight when I open the door with one hand.

When I get inside, I stop moving for a moment to kiss her passionately.

Her arms tighten around my neck as she tries to get even closer, and I can feel her smiling against my lips as I deepen the kiss, just for a few seconds.

“I love you,” I tell her, pulling away as I start toward the stairs. “And I can’t wait to get inside your tight, wet pussy, little girl.”

“Please, daddy,” she whines, prompting me to go up the stairs even faster.

Inside my bedroom with the door kicked shut behind us, I drop her onto the bed. Clearly just as eager as I am, she begins taking off her clothes – the pajamas she fell asleep in. I swoop in to help her before turning my attention to my own jeans and button-up shirt.

Once we’re both naked, I position myself above her to kiss her deeply. My cock, which has been hard since we got into my car, presses against her thigh. I wonder if she knows what she’s doing to me, if she knows that pressing that thigh against my length is driving me insane.

“You’re mine,” I tell her when I pull away from the kiss to look at that gorgeous face – the face I’ll be waking up to for the rest of my life. The face of the woman I’m going to marry and pump full of my children. “All fuckin’ mine.”

“I’m yours,” she confirms, voice breathy and needy. “I love you.”

God, I need to worship this girl.

So, I do just that. When I lean back in, I kiss her cheek instead of her lips, earning myself a curious noise from Amanda. It’s delicious, and I keep going, hoping to hear more of that.

I plant incessant kisses along her jaw, nipping playfully where it meets her earlobe. She shivers, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as if to pull me closer. I know what she wants, but I need her to understand how important she is to me.

I slip down lower, giving attention to her neck, lingering when I come across a spot that makes her whine. I leave a mark, needing her to be publicly claimed. Then, as I begin to give her collarbones attention, I speak in a low tone.

“Daddy’s always going to take care of you, little girl,” I assure her.

I trail wet kisses down her sternum, soaking up the way she sighs with pleasure.

“And I have more surprises in store for you and the women that raised you, but right now, I want to show you how devoted I am to you. And to apologize for my reaction yesterday.”

“You don’t need to apologize, daddy,” Amanda says, words dripping with love. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to having someone speak to me like that.

“Maybe not,” I muse, cupping one of her breasts, making her suck in a harsh breath in response. “But I want to. You make me want to be a better person, little girl. I want to make sure you know just how special you are. I’m going to remind you every single day.”

Before she’s able to say anything contrary, I close my mouth over her pert, pebbled nipple. With my thumb and forefinger, I tweak the other. Her body reacts beautifully. I could stay here doing this for the rest of the day. Hell, if I do this for too long, I might end up humping her leg like a dog.

“Daddy,” she whimpers, her hips pushing up against me.

My girl wants more, and it would be cruel of me to withhold it.

Giving into her unspoken request, I release her tits from my attention and begin kissing my way down to where I know she wants my touch the most. I revel in the softness of her stomach and the way each of her shaky breaths are evident just below the skin. Then, I nip at her hip bones.

I want nothing more than to map out her entire body, to commit each curve to memory. The only thing stopping me from denying her what she wants for a little longer is the knowledge that I have all the time in the world with her. That doesn’t stop me from lingering, though.

When I reach her inner thighs, I groan. Her pussy is dripping wet, and I haven’t even touched her there yet. I hope she never stops being so sensitive. I hope I never stop finding ways to make her react like this.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn pretty down here,” I say before leaning forward to swipe my tongue through her folds, letting her juices dance over my tastebuds. Still practically buried in her pussy, I say, “Going to drink you up every fuckin’ day, little girl. So sweet.”

I give her a few more licks, focusing my attention on that little bundle of nerves that drives her crazy. My hands rest on the outside of her thighs, feeling the way her legs shake as I pleasure her. Then, before I get close to bringing her to climax, I pull away, savoring her lingering taste.

“Are you ready for daddy’s cock?” I ask as I crawl up her body, taking in the way she flushes all the way down to her chest.

I don’t wait for her response before I put my mouth on hers again. I push my tongue into the warm, wet cavern, letting her taste for herself just how delicious she is. As I’m caressing her tongue with mine, I spread her legs and rest the tip of my cock against her entrance.

“I’ve been thinking about doing this again since we took you home yesterday,” I groan as the first inch of my member slides into her pussy. “Thought about just taking you right there in the back of the car while we drove.”

“I wanted that too,” she manages to say, though her speech is stilted, like she’s struggling to put her thoughts together coherently. “Wish… Wished the drive was longer.”

I can’t stop myself from plunging in the rest of the way. If yesterday is anything to go by, my girl likes it rough, and while I’d normally be happy to give it to her, I’m trying to hold back right now. I don’t want to fuck her. I want to make love to her.

“Shit, baby, me too,” I groan as her walls enclose me. “Don’t have to worry about things like that anymore. You’re always coming home to me. You’re mine. All fuckin’ mine.”

“Uh huh,” she whines, gripping onto my back as she lift her legs and wraps them around my hips, enticing me in further.

The roll of my hips is shallow, despite how badly I want to rail her. If I do that, neither of us will last very long. I can tell she’s on the edge already, and I’ve been close to blowing since she took her clothes off. I want to drag this out as long as I can.

“God, you feel so good,” I say, my lips still pressed against hers, our breath mingling between us. “This little pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”

She doesn’t answer with words, but I don’t expect her to. Instead, she lets out a long, whimpering moan. The sound goes directly to my cock, and my hips start moving a little faster without my permission. When it comes to Amanda, I just can’t hold back.

I can’t believe I thought I was going to say goodbye to her after that first time. Twenty-four hours ago, I’d have called someone crazy if they suggested I’d want to settle down with a woman. It’s funny how meeting the right person can change your worldview entirely.

“You’re taking me so well, sweet girl,” I praise, pushing her hair out of her face so I can gaze into those gorgeous, green eyes. Her legs tighten around my waist in response. “I just can’t get enough of you, fuck.”

“Mm, daddy,” she whimpers, leaning up as if asking for more affection.

“You want a kiss?” I say, smirking slightly, bending down to oblige her request.

I kiss her more sweetly than I’ve ever kissed any of my other partners.

I put all of my emotions, even the ones I haven’t figured out how to articulate yet, behind the movements.

The depths of my feelings for her… well, I may never find the right words to tell her how I feel, but I’ll do whatever I can to show her.

My thrusts pick up in speed. She’s squeezing around me, her body clearly teetering on the edge of release. It won’t take much more to get her there, and the way her pussy is strangling my cock right now, I’ll be right behind her.

“Daddy,” she gasps, tilting her head away from me as she sucks in air. “Daddy.”

“I’m right here, little girl,” I assure her. “Daddy’s got you.”

The encouragement, though subtle, seems to be exactly what she needs. After a few more well-timed jabs of my hips, she’s making a strangled sound and digging her short nails into my back. I feel her orgasm running through her half a second before she whimpers my name as though in warning.

“You sound so fucking good,” I say, chasing my own release as I drive my length into her wildly. “Make such pretty fuckin’ sounds when you cum all over my cock.”

I’m right there, needing only a few more thrusts to get me to my orgasm. Then, Amanda whimpers, “I love you, daddy,” and my climax slams into me, the words having a visceral effect on me.

I cum hard, filling my girl up with my seed. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. My entire body clenches as I’m taken by ecstasy. There’s nothing else in this room, on this planet, than me and Amanda.

When my pleasure subsides, I pull out of her slowly. With immense gentleness, I place a kiss on her forehead. Then, I run a hand through her messy, sweaty hair as I climb off of her.

“I’ll give you some time to recover,” I tell her, grabbing her clothes from the floor. “Then we can head back to your place so you can tell your family the good news and change. We’ll have to be quick, though. I have some interviews lined up for you today.”

“Interviews?” she asks, not sitting up from where she’s still lying there recovering.

“I’ve got a list of some of the best home health care nurses money can buy,” I say with a shrug. “I decided not to pick one, though. It’s your grandmother that needs the help, and you know her best.”

“Eric…” she says, pushing herself up with her elbows. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to,” I reply, leaving no room for doubt. “Besides, if you’re going to move in with me, there needs to be someone there to help care for your family. You can’t spend every waking moment taking care of other people, Amanda; you need to let someone take care of you for a change.”