Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

Patrick

I'm yours.

My two favorite words from her. She's offering me the world, and what she doesn't realize is that she is my world.

It's been a painful couple of weeks, but I would wait forever for her. But here she is, naked in the bathtub, touching her pussy and promising me forever? Oh, fuck, yes.

Every swipe over her delicate pearl has her crying out, and if I don't get control of my cock, I'm going to come before I unzip my pants. Every sound, movement, and look is filled with passion.

I slide my fingers down to her opening and press my pointer finger in. She's so tight. It's going to hurt her when I slide my cock inside, but I can hardly wait. She's all mine, and I'm going to make it so damn good for her.

She hisses quietly when I add my middle finger, so I pause and let her adjust before I start thrusting them in and out of her pussy. By the third time, she's crying out again and bucking against my hand.

"Such a good girl. You're so beautiful, Anastasia. So pretty when you cry out like that."

"Please," she begs, her head rolling back against the edge of the tub. "Please, Daddy. I need more."

As badly as I want to be inside her when she comes for the first time, she needs this release before I fill her with my cock.

Shifting my hand, I keep thrusting and add my thumb to her clit at the same time, moving fast and hard. Water splashes me, my shirt is soaked, but I don't give a fuck about anything other than making my girl scream right now.

"Come for me, baby. Let yourself fly for Daddy."

She grabs hold of my shoulder and digs her nails into me while I finger-fuck her pussy without mercy.

"Oh, god!" she chants over and over as her entire body starts to shake.

I watch her come, and I've never seen a more beautiful sight in my life, though I know when I look at her tomorrow, I'll think the same thing.

When she goes limp, I slow my movements and gently pull my fingers from her. I rise and strip out of my clothes. She deserves romantic sex on the bed with rose petals surrounding her, but that's going to have to be another time. I need her now.

"Stand up, turn around, and hold onto the edge of the tub," I instruct as I grab a condom from a drawer in the vanity.

She eyes me for a second before she carefully gets into position and fuck me, her ass is perfection. I'm going to fuck that ass one day. Maybe on our wedding night.

As I line my cock up with her pussy, she moans when it brushes against her sensitive clit.

"I'm going to go slow, baby, but it might still hurt."

"No! Don't go slow. Please, Daddy. I need you all."

Ignoring her, I nudge the head of my dick into her. She whimpers and wiggles, but I grab her hips to keep her still.

When I'm nearly halfway in, she turns her head to look back at me. "I love you, Daddy."

My heart squeezes in my chest, and I keep inching into her until we're as connected as we could possibly get. Her tight pussy strangles my dick and tests every ounce of my control.

"I love you, too, my baby."

Slowly, I move in and out of her, and soon, she's moving along with my thrusts, moaning with each one. When our movements become hurried, I reach around and stroke her clit. Her pussy strangles my cock. I'm not going to be able to last.

She cries out louder, screaming my name as she starts bucking against me. I flick her clit faster and fuck her harder until my own climax explodes, shaking me all the way down to my bones. We come together, moving in sync as we ride each wave of ecstasy.

It's beautiful. This life is a beautiful thing. It's crazy and messy, but then something amazing comes along.

Her name is Anastasia Ryan.

My Little girl.

My prisoner.

My heart.