Page 11 of Rough Daddy (REAL DADDIES: Boone Brothers #5)

Ten

Beau

T he garage door slams behind us, the sound echoing off concrete and steel. It’s empty, thank fuck. I’d hate to traumatize Dolores, but something tells me she’s logged onto RedTube a few times herself.

In the dim light filtering through dusty windows, Tessa looks like something out of a fucking dream.

Mine.

The word pounds through my skull like a war drum. No more toys. No more barriers. No more pretending I'm not going to consume every inch of her. When she touched me before the dance, it felt like my DNA splintered.

The memory of a broken doll, of IVs, oxygen and stitches, flashed through my brain, but it felt different.

The other times I was too big, too strong, too dangerous.

I hurt people. But it didn’t apply to her.

It never will. A new trust in myself took over and I knew I would claim what’s mine. Hot and hard, wet and screaming.

"Last chance to run, princess." I swallow through the tightness in my throat, remembering her scent from the toy. "Because once I get my hands on you, you're not leaving this garage the same way you came in."

She backs toward my workbench, never breaking eye contact. "I told you. I want to remember everything."

Remember. There’s that fucking word again. Like this is temporary.

Over my dead fucking body.

"You want the real me? Fine. Get on that workbench. Now."

She hops up without hesitation, legs spreading automatically to make room for me between them.

"Good girl." I step between her thighs, my hands spanning her waist. "You know what you are to me?"

"What?" Her voice is breathless. Needy.

"You're mine. My responsibility. My obsession." I lean in until our foreheads touch. "My dirty little secret that I'm never giving up."

Her breath catches. "Beau..."

"That's not my name right now."

"Daddy," she corrects, and the word goes straight to my cock. "I'm yours, Daddy."

Fuck. Hearing her say it while I can finally touch her, finally claim her properly, nearly makes me come in my jeans again like a fucking teenager. I have to remind myself to breathe through it. To slow down before I lose myself entirely.

I grab the hem of my shirt she's wearing over sweatpants, and drag it over her head. Perfect pale skin and the points of nipples tighten under her bikini top in the cool air.

"Jesus Christ," I breathe. "You're so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at you."

The hunger clawing at my veins is relentless.

Every inch of me has been aching for her since the moment I knew she existed.

Years of bottled-up desire is now boiling into its own wildfire.

I want to bury myself so deep inside her, claim every inch until there’s nothing left but us.

The thought of her untouched body trembling beneath me makes me snap my jaw shut.

This won’t be some fleeting fuck. She’ll remember this like an earthquake.

But if I don’t curb the beast rising in my throat, I’ll devour her raw.

My mistake was thinking I could wait.

She reaches for my shirt, but I catch her wrists. "No. I touch you. You take what Daddy gives you."

Her pupils dilate. "Yes, sir."

My hands map every inch of her. Throat, collarbones, the soft curve of her breasts.

When I thumb her nipples, she arches into my touch with a gasp that makes my cock throb.

Her virginity is a loaded weapon, and every glance I’ve stolen since she walked into my life has only fanned the flames.

My jeans are straining so tight it hurts, precum beading at the tip of my cock like proof that she’s got me unraveled.

I’m a wreck, a ticking time bomb, because this girl just…

does things to me. Things I can’t even begin to explain.

"So responsive," I murmur, leaning down to taste her skin. "My perfect little girl."

"Please," she whispers, and I can hear the desperation. "I need..."

"What do you need?"

"You. All of you. Everything you've been holding back."

“Do you understand what comes next?” I rasp, fingers sinking into the string of her bikini top to free those hard little peaks begging for my mouth. She smells like summer rain and ripe peaches, every tremor she fights only tightening the vise around my control.

She hesitates, and panic claws up my ribs.

“Do you understand that I’ll make you mine?” I clarify, teeth grazing the soft skin beneath her ear. “Pregnant with my child...”

Her eyes widen but she doesn’t look away. That defiance, mixed with vulnerability, hooks me like a fish on a line.

Something inside me snaps. The last thread of control finally breaks.

I strip her out of the sweatpants, leaving her in nothing but a tiny black thong on my workbench, surrounded by the tools of my trade.

The contrast is obscene. This perfect, soft creature in my rough, masculine space.

My tongue finds her nipple before she can answer, rolling it into a tight peak until her hips buck.

“Baby,” I groan against the wet heat of her skin.

“You’re… is this normal?” she whispers suddenly, cheeks flushing scarlet as she touches her lower lip between her teeth. “Am I supposed to feel… like this?”

“Baby girl, I… I don’t know. You’re the first woman I’ve ever done this with.” The confession drags out of me, and for a second I wonder if she’ll be disappointed, if she’ll wish she had a man with more experience.

Not that it would make any difference. At this point, she’s mine whether she likes it or not. But I don’t want to disappoint her. I want her to have everything, for it all to be perfect.

“You’re a virgin?” she asks, her voice small, and I nod. “I’m Daddy’s only special girl,” she says with a spreading smile. “The only one he ever wanted.”

“So fucking perfect,” I growl, my dick growing harder at the happy sparkle in her eyes.

“Daddy saved himself for me.”

"Spread your legs, Baby," I command, my voice gone harsh with need. "Let Daddy see what's his."

She obeys, and the sight of her nearly brings me to my knees.

Sweet hell. The way she’s drenched already makes my balls ache to spill.

I’ve memorized every curve in my fantasies.

But right now, I’m fixated on that tight little entrance between her thighs.

My fingers fumble with the scrap of fabric holding it from me, nails tearing nylon when impatience overtakes gentleness.

“Let go,” I growl when she tries to close her legs, yanking them wide to expose what’s rightfully mine. The sight of her pink lips, swollen and glistening, is enough to make my spine shudder. “This pussy stays open for me.”

My thumb trails through the slick heat dripping from her core, bringing a bead of moisture up to taste.

"So wet already," I observe, running a finger through her folds. "All this just from Daddy telling you what to do?"

"Yes," she gasps, hips lifting toward my touch. "I love when you're in charge."

Mine. Every cell in my body screams it. This perfect girl who wants my dominance, who trusts me with her body, who calls me Daddy like she was born for it.

I work her with my fingers, watching her face as I find every spot that makes her cry out. Learning her. Claiming her. Marking her as mine in every way that matters.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she stammers as I settle between her legs, face buried in her scent that’s driving me insane.

“Getting acquainted,” I snarl against her skin, laving long, deliberate strokes along her slit until her hips rise to meet my mouth. She’s so tight. I slip a finger inside gently, testing the untouched velvet, while my tongue circles her clit in wide spirals.

Her gasp tells me she’s already close. But this isn’t about speed. It’s about ownership.

Her hands fist my hair as I feast on her sweetness, savoring every shuddering sigh. When I suckle that swollen nub with my lips, her body arches like a bowstring.

“Oh, God—” she whimpers. My other hand grips her hip to steady her while my tongue works her into frenzied peaks, driving her wild until her juices coat me in sticky warmth.

“Don’t stop,” I hiss between greedy licks, grinding my cock against the bench as if it’ll ease the ache gnawing at my balls. Her thighs tremble, and I’m so close to fucking her I have to bite into her thigh to keep from exploding.

I fist my throbbing cock against the bench’s edge. Her sweet flavor hums through me like a drug.

Her knees buckle as I sink between them, nuzzling her quivering thighs like they’re sacred ground.

Innocence radiates off her. Christ, she’s tight enough to need slow coaxing, my tongue mapping every hidden crease until her core parts for me with a sigh.

A whimper escapes her lips when I finally hit that slick center, warm and sweet as caramelized honey.

Her juices trail down toward her ass, and I lick it all back.

Licking, swallowing, memorizing, my face buried in the wet heat of her.

She’s sugar cane and musk, a cocktail that’ll kill me.

I can’t stop myself from groaning against her clit as my own hips piston into leather, imagining bending her over and thrusting deep inside.

“Spread wider,” I command, fingers splaying her thighs to take more.

My tongue drills her nub in sharp circles, as I suckle the tiny bud like it owes me payment. Her trembling hands grip my shoulders as I drown deeper, swirling a thumb over that tight hole.

“Come on,” I snarl, pinching her clit with the flat of my thumb. “Scream loud enough for the whole town to hear you’re mine.”

Her body seizes as she turns into a tempest in my lap. My hips jerk wildly as she splinters beneath me. I devour every tremor, licking and lapping until her climax crashes over her twice more. She’s chanting my name between whimpers, legs trembling like she’ll collapse if I let go.

Mine. Every drop of that creamy heat belongs to me. My tongue drags possessively across her folds as my palms knead her ass cheeks.