Bonus Epilogue

Blaze

"On your knees. Ass in the air," I growl at Georgia, pressing gently on her shoulder. "Now, baby girl."

"Daddy," she whines, pouting as if she doesn't want to give me what I want. We both know it's a lie. My baby girl lives for this dick and the things I do to her. "I don't want to play."

"Should have thought about that before you started fucking with me out there." I hook my arm around her waist, pulling her down onto the sofa in my office. She struggles weakly, not even trying to fight me off. I nip the side of her throat, yanking her ass up in the air at the same time. She falls forward over the side of the sofa with a startled cry. I don't let her fall, though. Fuck that. She's mine to protect as much as she's mine to fuck and punish and adore.

"Daddy, I'll be good."

"Liar," I chuckle against the side of her throat. Georgia doesn't know the definition of good. She fucks with me just because she can. Exactly like she did out there, grinding that hot little ass against my dick in front of half the staff at the party, toying with me because she thought she could get away with it. As if I ever let her off easy. As if she wants me to.

I yank her short little skirt up and then rip her panties to the side.

"For someone who acts like they don't want to play with Daddy, you're awful wet, baby girl." I run my knuckle across her dripping slit, teasing her. "I think you do want to play."

"Do not."

"Oh, really?" I release her long enough to undo my pants. "So you don't want Daddy to fuck the attitude out of you?"

"Yes. I mean, no."

I inch forward on the leather sofa, lining my dick up with her dripping cunt. Instead of putting it where she wants it, though. I make her wait for it. I nuzzle her neck, bouncing my dick against her clit. She shivers in my arms, trying like hell not to moan.

"You sure about that, little one? Seems to Daddy like you're practically begging for it."

"No. I mean, yes." She whimpers in frustration. "Daddy."

"Tell me, baby girl."

"No."

I bounce my dick harder, smacking it against her clit. "Tell me," I growl, dragging her ear lobe through my teeth. "Or do you want me to spank your perfect little ass again?"

"N-no."

"Then tell Daddy the truth." I grind my dick against her clit, cup her tits in my palms, kiss all over her neck…use every weapon in my arsenal to get what I want from her. Georgia doesn't break easy, though. After a year, she knows how to make me work for every inch of obedience, for every victory. She's my perfect little princess, my equal in every way. And goddamn, I'm so fucking in love with her it's maddening.

I fall harder every day and find new reasons to love her deeper every moment we spend like this. She's the magic in my life, the thing that gives it meaning. I always thought it was running the company Ma left us. I was wrong. It's her. Her laughter. Her smiles. Her happiness. I'd wage wars to earn all three.

"You were teasing Daddy because this is exactly what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Yes!" she shouts, finally cracking. "Yes!"

"Then take it," I growl, plunging my hand into her hair as I line up at her entrance and thrust into her.

She shouts, her head falling back in bliss.

I press my face into her throat, trying like hell not to lose it. Every time I'm in her, it feels like the first time all over again. There is no better feeling in the world than this right here—my baby girl wrapped around me, taking me deep as she moans for Daddy to go harder.

I give her exactly what she wants, pounding into her again and again and again.

"Lie to Daddy again, and I'll take my dick out in front of the whole office and let them watch you finish what you started," I snarl against her throat before nipping her skin. We both know I won't do it "Good girls tell the truth."

" And the b-best girls play b-bad games, Daddy."

"Fuck. Yeah, they do." I yank her hips up higher, fucking her like a madman as her naughty little comment sets my soul ablaze.

Her moans grow louder as she rocks back against me, taking everything I give her like the goddess she is. Within moments, her pussy is fluttering around my cock as she hovers on the edge, trying not to go over until I give her permission. I should punish her little ass and keep her right there until she can't stand it anymore, but I take mercy on her this time.

"Come for Daddy," I order, reaching around to grind my thumb against her clit. "Right now."

She wails my name, exploding around me. I bury my face in her throat to stifle my roar as I follow her over the edge, pumping cum into her in heavy spurts. Christ, I hope I knock her little ass up again. She just gave birth to our daughter two months ago, but we both want another one. And there's nothing sexier than Georgia was when she was pregnant. Nothing.

"Mm, Daddy," she sighs, drooping over the arm of the couch. She's breathing hard, her skin sticky with sweat. She's wrecked, cum dripping down her legs. And still, she's the prettiest little thing I've ever seen.

I drag her back into my arms, hauling her up against my chest. "Fuck, Georgia," I breathe, pressing kisses all over her skin. "Fuck, baby girl. Did you get what you wanted?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good." I nip her ear again. "Don't go to sleep. Daddy isn't finished playing with you yet. Not until you're pregnant again."

"Yes, Daddy," she whispers.

I smile, my heart expanding five sizes…just like it always does when this woman is in my arms at Christmas.