Chapter Seven

Blaze

"Fuck," I growl, staring down at Georgia. My dick literally throbs at the innocent expression on her face, at the mischief in her voice. Eighteen different competing desires run through my head in a parade of hedonistic gluttony. I almost don't know where to start. Until she exhales and those cherry nipples rise with the motion.

I dip my head, wrapping my tongue around one.

Her back bows off the bed, a little cry of surprise echoing around the room.

Ah, God. Playing with her is going to kill me, I already know it. She's so responsive, so curious and eager to learn what heights she can reach. She's so damn innocent, reaching for something she senses but doesn't entirely understand. She senses how good she can feel but doesn't know how to get herself there.

I bite her nipple, dragging it through my teeth.

"Daddy!" she moans, her hands flying to my hair.

"You like that?"

"Yes."

I smile, a wholly wicked smile. God, the things I'm going to teach this girl. If loving her sends me to hell, so be it. I'll go with a fucking smile on my face and a spring in my step, riding her the whole goddamn way.

"I want to see how good you can be for daddy," I murmur, sliding my hands down her arms to her hands. I wrap my fingers around her delicate wrists, pulling her arms up over her head. "Lock them around the slats in the headboard, baby girl. Don't move them unless daddy says you can. Understand?"

"Y-yes," she says. Her breathing picks up speed, excitement dilating her eyes. She grips the headboard so tightly her knuckles turn white.

"Relax, baby girl. Don't hurt yourself," I croon, kissing my way down her arm. It trembles beneath my touch, her whole body quivering. God, she's responsive. I nip at the soft skin of her elbow.

She giggles when my beard tickles the inside of her arm. I file that reaction away for later.

"Let's get this shirt off you," I say, wrapping my hands in the thin fabric. It doesn't take much force to rip it. I watch in satisfaction as it tears right down the center, ensuring she can't ever wear it again. It's too goddamn sexy.

"You ripped my costume."

"Mmhmm," I hum, peeling it off her. Her bra goes next. She has to release the headboard for me to get it off her, but immediately puts her hands back where they belong. I reward her by sucking on her nipple until she's shaking.

Her body is my new playground. I explore every inch of it with my lips and tongue, painting kisses across her ribcage, licking a trail down the feminine swell of her belly and the curve of her waist. The little roll right there makes me crazy. It's so goddamn sexy. She may be young, but there is no mistaking her for a girl, not with curves like this.

"Oh," she gasps, when I catch the soft skin of belly between my teeth and then suck hard. Her body trembles beneath my touch, her thighs cinching together.

I release her skin with a pop, growling when I see the mark I left behind. "Now everyone will know what daddy's been doing to you," I murmur, lifting my gaze to hers. "There's no hiding it now." Not that there was a chance of that to begin with. Now that she's mine, I don't plan to keep my hands off her.

When she sees the mark, her bright, happy smile sends my soul flying.

"Lift your hips." I hook my fingers into the sides of her skirt and wait for her to obey before tugging it down. I take her little boy-shorts with it, leaving her bare to my gaze.

She cants her legs inward, shyly trying to hide herself from me.

"My god, baby girl," I growl, gently prying them apart again with shaking hands. She's dripping wet, her lips glistening with her juices. "Did you make this mess for daddy to clean up?"

"Yes," she whispers, licking her lips. The pulse in her throat flutters visibly. "It hurts."

I growl in misery. She's hurting for me. Unacceptable. I slide between her legs, pressing my lips to the inside of her right thigh. I'm so close to heaven I can smell every note. She's as sweet as I knew she would be, with a hint of spice that has me ready to fall on her like a slavering dog.

"Easy, baby girl," I croon when she startles.

"What…what are you doing?"

"Kissing it better, little one." I splay her legs wide, giving myself room to work, and then lower myself down to her. "Feel free to scream as loud as you want, Georgia. No one is here to hear you begging daddy for more."

"Oh, God," she groans.

And then she's too busy screaming to say much else. I eat her like I've been thinking about doing for two months: like a goddamn beast. It's loud and messy, filthy sound ripping through the room as I attack her pussy with my lips and tongue, snarling the whole time.

She orgasms as quickly as she did in the car, catapulting over the edge, wailing for daddy the whole time. In the throes, she forgets to behave. Her hands slip from the headboard, seeking my hair. As soon as I feel them gripping the strands, I flip her to her stomach.

My hand comes down on her ass in a crack of sound.

"Blaze!" she moans, lifting her hips for more.

Jesus Christ. She's never leaving this bed again.

I rub away the sting, and then lean down to run my lips over it, unable to resist. She whimpers when I sink my teeth into it, biting gently. This ass is going to ruin me, I already know it. I'll be on my knees, worshipping it day and night.

"You moved your hands without permission, little one."

"I'm sorry," she sobs.

"Are you really?"

"No."

I swat her left cheek, grinning. Fuck, she's perfect. Unable to resist temptation, I slide my hand down the crack of her ass, trailing my fingers against her back entrance. She startles and then pushes back against me, moaning.

"Goddamn," I growl, my self-control shearing in half at this new evidence that she's exactly right for me. I yank her hips up, burying my face between them.

"Daddy!" she screams, shocked at first. And then she goes limp beneath me, giving herself over to it.

I eat her here like I did that sweet spot between her legs, loud and messy. She writhes in ecstasy, babbling nonsense. I grind my erection against the bed, trying to ease the ache in my balls. It doesn't help. Nothing will except being inside her.

"More, daddy," she cries, gripping fistfuls of the blanket. "More."

Ah, god. I press my tongue to her little hole, forcing the tip of it inside her. I reach around her at the same time to play with her clit. She comes in seconds, her cream dripping down my face, making a mess of my beard.

She's still writhing when I roll off the bed, trying to get this suit off before I lose my mind. Buttons pop off, flying like projectiles around the room. I don't care. I need in her. Now. I don't bother stripping my pants off. Once my dick is out, I climb back on the bed with her, flipping her to her back.

She's the picture of womanly satisfaction, splayed across the bed like a well-pleased sacrifice.

"Up, little one," I murmur, picking her up. She's limp in my arms, her body pliant. My heart is in my throat, love for this incredible woman overriding everything. Hearing her fears earlier…I wanted to rage. That she has any reason to doubt how I feel about her is intolerable to me, and yet it's entirely my fault. She won't have reason again. I'll shout it from every rooftop in this city, until she knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that she's everything to me. Everything.

I sit back against the headboard, pulling her into my lap where she belongs. If I get her on her back, I already know I'll be too rough. This is her first time. I'm not fucking her like a madman. Not at first, anyway.

"Wrap your legs around my hips, baby girl," I murmur, catching her lips with mine. "Let me show you what else daddy can do to you."

She drapes herself around me like the softest little blanket, her mouth working in harmony with mine. I rock her hips, allowing my erection to slide through her soaked folds. The tip bumps her clit, making her tremble in my arms again.

"Fuck, I love the way you shake for daddy," I whisper, shifting her until I'm notched at her entrance. "You feel every little thing I do to you, don't you?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to love you with my body now, Georgia. I need you to be brave for me because it's going to hurt. Give the pain to me, little one. Bite me, claw me. Fight me if it makes it hurt less." I'll take it for her. Always, I'll carry that burden for her.

"I'm nervous, daddy," she whispers.

"I know," I croon, kissing all over her sweet face. "Do you trust me, baby girl?"

"Yes."

"Then trust that I'll make this good for you."

She hesitates for a split second and then nods.

"Kiss me, baby girl," I demand.

She chases my lips with her own, locking them together. I kiss her until she's melting in my arms again, as relaxed as I know she's going to get. I feel like the world's biggest bastard when I yank her down on me, impaling her in one hard thrust. Her hymen rips, pulling a pained cry from her lips.

I howl in fury at the sound. Hurting her…fuck. I hate it.

She bites me, her teeth sinking into my shoulder hard enough to draw blood. I roar her name when I feel them, proud as hell to be able to do this for her. To be the one she trusts to take the pain for her. She scratches down my arms, writhing on my cock.

I stay completely still, taking everything she gives me. I know she still feels it though. She's rigid in my lap, writhing in pain. Her tears dampen my skin.

"I'm sorry, baby girl," I croon, kissing all over her face, showering her with affection.

Little by little, she relaxes. She retracts her claws, unlocks her jaw.

I lift her half an inch, testing the waters.

"Daddy," she gasps.

The hard part is over. Thank God.

"Do you like that?" I ask, sliding her back down.

"Y-yes," she hiccups. "More."

I lift her again, higher this time and then slide her back down. She's a vise around me, so tight I know I'm not going to last long. That ripe little body is going to milk the cum right out of me.

"I love you, baby girl."

"Daddy," she whispers in awe. Her gray eyes flutter open, meeting mine. "I love you."

"Ah, baby." I throw my head back, reveling in the kind of pleasure that pierces so deep it changes you on the molecular level. I'm not Blaze Parrish, a singular being anymore. I'm Blaze Parrish, Georgia's daddy. Her lover. Hers. Period.

I make love to her like I've dreamed of doing, lifting her up and down my cock, watching the play of emotion across her face. She's so expressive, everything she feels right there for the world to see. I see it. The ecstasy. The joy. The overwhelming bliss. I made her feel those things. Me.

"Daddy, daddy," she chants when I pick up the pace, bouncing her on my dick. Her ass meets my thighs with a clap of sound each time, her flesh smacking against mine. I kiss her again and again, unable to keep my mouth off her.

"You feel that, baby girl?" I growl when her inner walls begin to flutter. "If you don't tell anyone our little secret, that's how good daddy will make you feel every day."

"Do…do I make you feel that good too, daddy?" she gasps.

"Ah, God, yeah, little one. So fucking good."

Her eyes meet mine, wide and innocent…mischief lurking in the depths. "Am I your good girl now, daddy?"

Fuck. Ah, fuck. She's killing me and doesn't even know she's doing it. No, she knows. The naughty little thing definitely knows. It's exactly what she wants.

I tip her over backwards, coming down on top of her. She whines when she feels my weight on top of her, pinning her down. Her legs cinch tight around my waist, letting me know she likes it.

"Are you comfortable, Georgia?" I ask anyway, just to be sure.

"Yes."

"Good because daddy wants to play."

She opens her mouth to respond, but I don't give her time. I tilt my hips back and then surge forward in one powerful thrust, impaling her on me again. Her mouth goes lax, her eyes practically rolling back in her head.

I fuck her hard, pounding into her exactly like a madman. For her, that's what I am, isn't it? Mad with lust. Mad with need. Fucking desperate for every smile, every laugh.

She loves every second of it. The neighbors probably hear her screaming for daddy. I certainly do. She screams and comes and screams and then comes again. I'm ruthless, dragging her up the ledge and then fucking her right off it until she's limp beneath me and covered in sweat.

Until every thrust pulls a cry of ecstasy from her lips, another tremor from her body.

"Daddy's going to be really bad, little one," I whisper in her ear, pumping my hips so I hit her sweet spot with every thrust. My balls are drawn up, begging for relief. I'm a selfish bastard and don't want this to end. Not now. Not ever. "He's going to put a baby in you tonight."

She whimpers my name when she comes this time, her body locking up so tight there's no chance of me resisting the tight grip of her pussy around my dick. I shout her name as her body rips the orgasm from me, claiming it like it belongs to her.

We writhe together, cry out together. Fall together.

I was wrong in the limo. This is the best goddamn orgasm I've ever had.