Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

Bliss

Bliss took Connor’s hand and led him through the living room, not stopping at the gorgeous tree her Daddy had done such an amazing job decorating for her.

“That’s not how these things work, babygirl.”

The growl in his voice should have warned her, but she was too focused on her plans. She let out a startled squeak when her world upended, and she found herself over his shoulder. “Daddy! I was going to give you one of your presents. You’re spoiling it!”

“I’m not spoiling anything, trouble. I’m just helping us arrive at our destination sooner. I have something for you as well.”

She wanted to be excited about that, but there was something in his voice that sparked her nerves. She tried to scoot away when he set her on her feet in their bedroom, but he gave her one of those looks that told her to stay put.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her close. “There’s one decoration I only used in here, little girl. Can you find it?”

Scanning the room for decorations, she tried and failed to see anything new. “I don’t see it, Daddy. Where is it?”

“Look up.”

Following his directions, she looked at the ceiling. An entire branch wrapped in mistletoe extended from where they stood to the bed. Her pussy thrummed in anticipation.

“I’ve heard all about mistletoe, Daddy. Aren’t you going to kiss me?”

He nuzzled the sensitive skin of her neck and rumbled in her ear. “Oh, I am absolutely going to kiss you, babygirl.” Pulling back, he cupped her face in his hands. “You have filled this house with joy, Bliss.”

Her heart thundered so hard she found it hard to breathe. “It’s the least I can do after all you’ve given me. Oh!” She gasped as his lips found a spot on her neck that turned her legs to jelly.

“Mmm. You smell fantastic, like sweetness and light.” He pressed kisses along the rim of her jaw.

It was getting harder not to pant. “Thank you, Daddy.” He was taking over her plans. She was supposed to be ravishing him. That was the plan right up until the moment he wrapped her long hair around his hand and used the control that gave him to tilt her head to the side so he could kiss his way along her shoulder, uncovered as he nudged her top out of the way.

“Daddy, you need to stop.” She hated the whine in her voice, but if he didn’t stop her plans were going to fly out the window.

He lifted his lips from her shoulder and grinned. “I do? Now why would I want to do that, baby?”

Argh! “Because I’m supposed to be the one seducing you. Not the other way around.”

“Aah, I see.” He returned to feathering kisses along her collarbone. “Well, in that case, trouble, don’t let me stop you. How do you plan on going about doing it?”

Bliss gasped. “I can’t tell you that! I’m supposed to just do it.”

He chuckled while kissing the hollow of her throat. That was just rude. Any second… Oh, god that felt so good… What was she doing? Then she remembered her plan. Without thinking, she stomped her foot. “Daddy!”

“Don’t get upset—ouch! Trouble!”

The growl in his voice made her struggle to get away. “It was an accident!” Not realizing how close he stood, she stomped his foot instead of the floor.

Oh, man! How much trouble was she in? Refusing to let her go, he swatted her bottom and nipped the lobe of her ear. She lost the ability to stand. She was in trouble, all right. Just not the kind she’d thought.

He squeezed the cheek he’d just smacked, then slipped his hand into her pajama pants. “Hm, where are your panties, naughty girl?”

“I don’t know, Daddy. Oh!” She gasped as he slid his hand around her hip and rested his fingers just above her clit. “I, uh… I couldn’t… couldn’t seem to… to find any last night.”

“Well, I’d call that a win-win.” His voice was low and gravelly. Keeping his hand in place, he slipped a finger between the folds of her soaking wet pussy. “I have to say, babygirl. You’re really good at this seduction thing.”

She thought he was making fun of her until he pressed his thick, hard cock against her.

“Ooohhh…” That was all she could get out. She was so turned on her slickness coated the tops of her inner thighs. “Oh… my goodness.” She clenched the inner walls of her core in an effort to relieve the tension building inside her.

“You know what they say, trouble. Goodness has nothing to do with it.”

“I don’t think this is how my seducing you is supposed to work,” she said in a breathy voice.

“I think it’s working just fine.” He stroked her from her clit to her core. “Is all this wetness for me, babygirl?”

Words were beyond her at this point. She could do nothing but nod.

He growled his approval. “Damn right, it is. And this swollen nub. Is it hard and pulsing for me?”

She rested her forehead against his chest and nodded again.

He withdrew his fingers, glistening with her juices, and brought them to his mouth. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he sucked them clean. “I love the taste of you, babygirl. You can seduce me anytime.”

“You’re the one doing the seducing, Daddy. I want my turn.” It was hard to think with all the feelings he was stirring up inside her. But here he was, giving her something again when she wanted to give to him. She was going to demand he stop. Any second now. She was!

He turned her so that her back pressed against him, the length of his cock nestling along the crack of her backside. Why did that ramp her need even higher? She pressed back to increase the pressure from behind and her pussy spasmed.

She twisted back around to face him, thinking that would help her gain control. It did not. She forgot how beautiful he was. Perfect. He was perfect. She could stare at him forever. Especially when he had that look in his eyes. That fierce, possessive look that stole her breath.

“I’m hungry, babygirl.” The need in his gaze made his meaning clear.

She pretended to misunderstand. “Again? I’m still full of pancakes.”

“Uh-uh. I have something sweeter in mind.” When he scooped her up in his arms, her squeals of laughter echoed around the room as he carried her to the bed.

Taking his time, he unbuttoned her pajama top and slid it from her shoulders. If she didn’t take control of this situation, she’d never be able to give him her gift. So, she made her move.

Connor

“Lay back, babygirl.”

With a pout, she obeyed him and damn if that didn’t make his dick even harder. He needed that control, and from the way her eyes had deepened from their normally striking seafoam green to the deep turquoise they were now, she needed it, too. Not that he didn’t already know that.

Once he slipped off her bottoms, she lay before him, gloriously naked. The deeper color of her smooth skin, now glowing with an underlying rose blush on her chest and cheeks, was stunning. He removed his clothes and joined her on the bed.

Tracing his finger along her collarbone, he watched her nipples pebble. Yeah, he should have done whatever it took to get her back to Darling sooner. All those wasted months. But now they were on the right track, and if the rest of the day went according to plan, they’d continue down that track with her sharing his name.

“I’ll always be hungry for this.” He brushed his lips over hers before working his way along every inch of her velvet skin. He wanted his mouth on every part of her, from the top of her head to every one of her delectable toes.

As he worked his way back up her body to spend time worshipping those rosy nipples, she pushed against his shoulder. He allowed her to roll him to his back. The hunger in her eyes as she stared at his cock made his thick length jump.

Her eyes shot to his in surprise. He would have laughed if the surprise hadn’t morphed into something deliciously wicked. At that look, he lost the ability to speak.

“Oh no!” she said. “I scared him. Let me make it better.”

He didn’t have time to ask her what she meant. She ran her fingers down the center of his abs and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, gripping his shaft. He’d thought his dick couldn’t get any harder, but he’d been wrong. Where she learned what she did next, he had no clue, but she cupped his balls with her other hand, rolling them gently. At that, he lost the ability to think.

“Fuck! Bliss, babygirl…”

“Don’t make me stop, Daddy,” she said. “Please? I want to give you my gift.”

Stop her? He wouldn’t have even if he could. And right then he could not. “I won’t, babygirl. I like your gift. Shit!” He almost came when she gently squeezed his balls.

His head fell back, and his eyes closed as she shifted and touched the tip of his cock with her tongue. After licking the precum from the head, she took it into her mouth and moaned. He gripped the comforter and focused all his effort into not blowing his load in her mouth. He wanted this to last. And when he came, he was doing it seated balls deep inside her.

She took her time moving up and down his cock. Slowly. Too damn slowly. Then she flicked her tongue over the sensitive spot at the back of his dick where the shaft met the head. At that, he lost the ability to breathe.

He moved his hand from the bedcovers to her ass, squeezing her cheek before giving it a slap. The moan that earned him vibrated around his cock and he once again almost came. He brought his hand down again, then caressed the pink handprints he’d left. Another moan. “My babygirl likes my hand on her ass.” Desire made his voice rough.

She paused long enough to say, “Yes, Daddy.”

Vixen. Siren. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.

Knowing he had reached the limit of what he could take and remain sane, he pulled her up and rolled her onto her back, covering her body with his own. He kissed her deep, hard, and wet, tasting himself on her tongue.

When he pulled back, she protested his moving her. “Daddy, I wasn’t finished with your present.”

“I know, trouble. But Daddy likes your present too much to take it all at once. You can give me some more of it another time.”

Moving between her thighs, he entered her slowly. Her hot, wet core enveloped him. He tortured them both with slow, gentle movements. She was a living embodiment of her name, head pressed back, breath coming in ragged pants, eyes closed. God, she was beautiful. She was everything he could ever hope to have in his life, in his bed.

“Eyes on me, little one.” He firmed his tone, so she’d know it was a command. One she obeyed without pause or question. He had no idea why that did something deep inside his heart, but it did.

Yeah, she could brat from time to time, but not here. Not when they were making love. He had all the control and they both got off on it. He’d never known anyone like his babygirl. She was his, made just for him, and he would love her with every ounce of his mind, body, and soul until the day he died.

Reaching between them, he found her clit. He circled around it, building the fire in her higher, keeping the same slow, steady pace. Sweat beaded his forehead from the effort it took not to come inside her, but he managed to hold back.

“I… I need you… to go… faster. Please, Daddy. I… I can’t take… I need.”

He shushed her. “Patience, little girl. I promise it will be worth it.”

When he felt the first quiver of her slick inner walls, he shifted his angle to hit her most sensitive places with each thrust. When she gripped him with her inner muscles, he pinched her clit, and she screamed his name over and over. His name on her lips pushed him over the edge and he joined her in her ecstasy.

As they both came down from the most incredible climax of his life, he remained inside her and whispered words of love that were for her ears alone. Eventually, he rolled off her, lying beside her with his leg covering hers, burying his face in her neck.

Once he had the ability to stand, he got a warm, wet cloth and cleaned her with special care to her sensitive areas. After returning the cloth to the bathroom, he settled beside her on the bed. She snuggled into him, and he knew it was time for her most important gift.