Hooking my thumbs in the side of her pants, I yank them and her panties down in one swift motion.
“Daddy’s gonna make you feel real good, princess,” I mutter and hook an arm behind her knees. With the other finding its way around her hips, I lay her down on the bed, simultaneously crawling over her.
“Then what are you waiting for?” She stares at me with a pout, lazily dragging one hand up her body. Caressing her belly, breasts, and finally resting it on the side of my face.
“Teasing you is part of the fun, baby. Watching you squirm for it.” I grab the base of my cock and guide it to her entrance.
“You just want to see me beg.” Her eyes fall shut at the sudden interruption from below.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Her pout shifts to a wicked grin, and she wriggles around. She starts whining and screaming in a high-pitched, playful tone. “Give it to me. I want it. Now. I needit.”
“If you’re gonna be a little brat, maybe I won’t give it to you at all.” My actions don’t mimic my words. Instead, I press my hips forward and slot my tip inside Gemma.
Her eyes bulge, almost shooting out of her skull as the start of a devilish smirk of my own takes control of my face.
“But you’ve been a good girl. It would be so wrong of me to take this away from you.”
I thrust my hips and slide deeper and deeper until I’m buried inside her. But that’s as long as I can hold on. My body ignores my mind and takes control. Bucking back and slamming forward to give Gemma what she asked for. She squirms underneath me, groaning huskily as her hands find their way up my body.
“You feel so good inside me.” Her eyes roll to the roof of her skull.
I latch onto her hips for support. Her tight pussy squeezing the life out of me with every thrust. And hearing her speak, so timid in her dirty talk, drives me crazy. It’s the hottest thing about this. Seeing her let the corruption take hold, breaking her.
“I’m gonna fill your tight cunt with my seed, baby,” I groan, feeling myself hurling over ecstasy’s edge. “Do you want that?”
“Give it to me, Daddy,” she whimpers, latching onto my shoulders to pull me into every next thrust.
I pin her down, my hips doing the work, as we crest over the horizon together. Howls of delight bellow out of Gemma as my body stiffens and releases every last drop I have to give.
Before I catch myself, I crumble over her. Instantly finding her lips for another long, deep kiss, my cock still twitching deep inside of her.
And when it finally breaks, Gemma brushes a hand across my face, fiddling with the strands of hair that hang over my eyes.
“You know, if we keep fucking like this?” She giggles fiercely, trying to get her sentence out. “Pretty soon, I won’t be the only one calling you Daddy.”
“It’s like I said, little Gem.” I’m puffing and panting. Mind-blown that Gemma caught her second wind so fast. “Dogs, cats, and all the little critters we pick up along the way.”
EPILOGUE
GEMMA
One Year Later
Birds chirp their last song before night falls, and somewhere among it, I can hear Mom shouting at Ernesto for planting the wrong roses next to her petunias. An orange sun hangs heavy in the sky as the first sizzle of meat on the barbecue stirs the tender bundle of warmth resting in my arms.
Someone pinch me because I still can’t believe it.
A year ago, I thought my life was destined for failure. Working long hours to skate by while time kept its constant march.
One night of working late changed everything. It opened my eyes to what life could be rather than staying trapped in the motions.
And it’s all thanks to him. My muscle-bound warrior, standing shirtless at the grill. Prodding and flipping steaks, leaving me to tend and cherish our beautiful baby girl.
“And how are my two favorite ladies doing this evening?” Ghost asks from the grill.
Though he dropped the mask and moniker a few days after we left the safe house, I’ve never found the transition to Hank easy. He’ll always be my shadowy protector, my Ghost.
