Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
"Don't stop." His voice is strained, pleasure dripping from every word. He growls when I tighten around him again and again. The fact that he doesn't spill inside me is a testament to his control.
He pulls me closer, biting down on my lip as he groans into my mouth. His fingers find my clit, stroking it in rhythm with our movements. Pulses of pleasure shoot through me, and I come undone for the second time.
"Scream for Daddy, baby girl," he murmurs in my ear, his thumb relentless on my clit.
But I don't scream.
I bite down on my lip, refusing to break.
"Good girl," he says softly, smacking my ass.
I come again—harder than before. My eyes roll back in my head, sweat dripping down my body. Every nerve ending in my body is raw and on fire at the same time. If I come again, I think I might explode into pieces too fine to put back together.
But he's relentless, refusing to come for me. He drives up into me again and again and again, like an unstoppable machine.
I claw down his chest, fighting back sobs of ecstasy, desperately trying to stay quiet and win this game.
Two more orgasms rip through me before he finally grunts low in his throat, his eyes boring into mine as he spills inside of me. His cum floods my womb, pulsing hot as it mixes with my own release.
I fall forward onto his chest, his lips meeting mine in a fierce kiss that tastes like victory.
"Good girl," he breathes against my lips, tracing circles against my hip with his thumb.
Every inch of us is drenched in sweat. Every inch of me is deliciously sore. But I've never felt so loved, so cherished…or so desired.
"I won," I whisper when I finally catch my breath.
"No," he says with a chuckle, "I won, little girl." He rolls me to the side, stretching to grab something. A second later, he pulls us up into a sitting position, cuddling me in his lap. "Close your eyes."
I glance at him, curious, and then obediently close them.
He drops something into my lap.
"Open them, Davina."
My lashes flutter open.
"Daddy," I whisper, staring at the little blue box with my heart pounding.
"Open it, baby girl."
I reach for it with shaking fingers, carefully flipping the lid back. My mind goes blank when I see the ring nestled inside. It's a beautiful princess cut diamond on a platinum band.
"I told you I won," he whispers against my ear. "Make your daddy the happiest man alive and marry him, little girl." His tongue curls around the shell of my ear. "Let me love, protect, and take care of you for the rest of your life, Davina. No one will ever hurt you again. No one will ever threaten you again. You'll be my little girl forever."
"Daddy," I whisper, my heart pounding.
He cups my face in his hands and presses a kiss to my forehead. "You gotta give me an answer, little girl. Are you going to let me love you forever?"
"Yes!" Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I nod, too overwhelmed to say anything else.
He slips the ring onto my finger and then pulls me into a tight embrace. "Jesus," he whispers against my hair. "I love you so much, Davina."
"I love you too, Daddy. So much I can't fit it all."
He's everything I've ever wanted and so much more—a loving partner who understands and embraces all of me. And I know that this is just the beginning of our life together—one built on trust, communication, and an unbreakable bond between a daddy and his little girl.
This is just the beginning of forever.
Epilogue
Micah
Five Years Later
"Momom!" Abigail shrieks, flinging her sippy cup aside and elbowing me in the face as she sits upright on my lap, desperate to get to her mama.
"Hi, sweet girl!" Davina cries, dropping her purse and keys on the table, her eyes lighting up at the sight of our youngest, arms outstretched toward her.
She rushes across the room, scooping her into her arms for a tight hug.
Abigail sighs happily, resting her head against her mama's shoulder. "Momom," she sighs, giving me a dirty glare.
I chuckle, setting her cup on the table beside my chair. I guess it's my fault her mama wasn't here when she woke up, even though Davina asked her if she wanted to go the store with her before she went down for a nap, and she refused.
But in a house full of girls, I'm used to everything being my fault. I don't mind. So long as their little worlds are in order, I'll happily take the blame.
"Are you being cranky with your daddy again?" Davina asks, gently digging her fingers into Abigail's side.
Abigail cracks a smile, trying to hide it on Davina's shoulder.
I grin at the sight. Our youngest is a certified grouch. She loves her mama and her cartoons—and that's about it. Everything else she tolerates, including me. It's fucking adorable.