Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
“I’m right here, baby girl.”
She blinks a few more times before her eyes finally focus on me.
“C-Christian? You’re back?” She rises to a seated position. I let my hands drop to the blanket over her thighs. My eyes have adjusted well enough to the dark for me to see the smile curving her lips. Before I can respond, she throws her arms around me and murmurs into my neck, “Welcome home, Daddy.”
I hold her tight against me. Having her in my arms after being away from her is more overwhelming than I expected. It feels like the final missing piece in my life has slid into place. I’ve never felt so affected by a welcome-home hug, not even from my own daughter, and it scares me how natural and right it feels.
“Thank you, Eden. I’m sorry I woke you, but I couldn’t wait ‘til morning to see your face.”
“It’s okay—no, it’s better than okay. I’m so happy you’re home. I thought…”
I feel her body tense in my arms.
“You thought I might disappoint you again,” I say, finishing her thought. She nods guiltily. I stroke her back. “I understand. I’m sorry I ever gave you a reason to doubt me. But I came back to tell you that I’m in this, no matter the risks. Next time I have to go somewhere, I’m taking you with me.”
“I thought you came back for Brittany.”
“God, no, sweetheart. I mean, of course I wouldn’t leave you and Petra to deal with her by yourselves. But I’m here because I’m done trying to stay away from you.”
She sighs and relaxes. “Good.”
After a long moment, she pulls back to look at me, and I feel her blue gaze reaching into my depths, seeing me as I truly am. She rests a hand on my cheek.
“I thought about what you said before you left, about you being the reason my dad is dead.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“I know. I figured it out for myself. And I want you to know that I don’t blame you for what happened to him, or for turning him away when he came to you for money when I was a kid. You did what you thought was right.”
“But it wasn’t the right choice. I see that now.” I shake my head with a grimace. “I should’ve taken care of you and your mother.”
“You’re taking care of us now. That’s what matters.”
She leans forward until our lips are a millimeter apart.
“Take care of me, Daddy,” Eden whispers.
The cage of my composure bursts open. I capture her lips with a groan, and she offers me a sweet whimper in return. I swallow it, desperate to pull more soft music from her body. She tastes just as delicious as I remember. I deepen our kiss, trying to memorize every inch of her tongue. Like the good girl she is, she follows my lead, surrendering to my dominance and falling back onto her pillow.
Without breaking the kiss, I pull the covers back and position myself on top of her, needing to feel as much of her body against me as possible. I nip at her lips as I draw my hand up her side and cup her breast. She’s warm and soft in my hand, and so utterly perfect. She arches toward me with a muffled moan, as I thumb her hardened nipple through her shirt.
“Does my little girl like it when I tease her nipples?” I ask, grazing my teeth along her jaw.
“Yes, Daddy. Your hands make me feel so good.”
I hum against her skin. She shivers and bucks her hips.
“Just my hands, baby? What about my mouth? Didn’t Daddy’s tongue feel good, too?”
She whimpers. “Oh, yes. That was s-so good, too.” She grips my shoulder with a trembling hand. “C-could you do that again?”
I rise to look at her gorgeous face in the moonlight when I ask her, “You want me to lick your pussy again, baby?”
She bites her lip and nods.
I plant a gentle kiss on her cheek and begin shifting down her body.
“What my baby girl wants, she gets.”
Her hips give a small thrust up as I lift her shirt and draw my wet tongue from her navel to the top of her sleep shorts.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
I hook my thumbs into her bottoms—no panties again, good God—and slowly pull them off. A deep, rasping growl pours from me as I take in the sight and scent of her bare pussy. I skim my fingers along her inner thighs and watch as her arousal drips down to her ass.
“Look, at you, baby,” I murmur. “You’re a fucking feast.”
I run my flattened tongue upward from her entrance to her clit. She gasps and reaches for me, fingers curling in my hair. I lick her clit again, and she tugs more firmly, sending a sharp spark of electricity straight to my hard dick. I rut into the mattress as I drag my tongue through her folds and circle her clit in languid motions.