Stealing Daddy’s Heart (Daddy’s Good Girl)

Chapter 9

Garrett

The world narrows to just Skylar and me as I lay her on the bed. Her hair fans out on the pillow, her lips swollen from our kisses, her eyes dark with desire.

Tonight changes everything, and I can't wait to show Skylar exactly what that means. Hearing her call me Daddy, knowing she wants this, gives me the push I need to embrace the Dominant within me.

“You're so beautiful,” I murmur, running my hand along her side. “So perfect.”

Skylar reaches for me, her fingers tangling in my hair. “No more waiting,” she says firmly. “I want you, Daddy. All of you.”

My self-control slips, overcome by her desire. Her words kindle a fire, stoking my need to claim her. “You're everything to me, babygirl.”

With her eyes locked on mine, I make my way down her body, worshiping her with my mouth, leaving no inch of skin untouched. My lips trace a burning path down the elegant curve of her neck, lingering at the hollow of her throat, memorizing every curve, every dip.

As I reach her collarbone, her breath catches, and I savor the way her body arches into mine, seeking more. Each feather-light kiss draws a soft gasp from her lips.I worship her and show her how precious she is to me. Her taste and scent are all I've ever wanted, and I'm desperate for more.

Skylar's hands are everywhere at once—on my chest, in my hair, grasping at the fabric of my shirt as if she's afraid I might slip away. But I'm not going anywhere. Not now, not ever. She's unleashed something in me, a need so deep, so powerful, that it transcends logic or reason.

Skylar pulls me in for another kiss, and I surrender to it, to her. The craving I've been suppressing ignites into an inferno. A groan rumbles up from my chest as my hands move over her body, needing to touch and explore.

My fingers brush the bare skin of her waist, her hips, her thighs, learning the terrain I've yearned for. I nip and lick her skin, needing to mark her as mine, desperate to hear her cries of pleasure.

When my tongue flicks over her nipple, she arches off the bed with a breathy moan, her fingers tightening in my hair.

“Please, Daddy,” she begs, her hands tightening in my hair. “Don't make me wait any longer.”

I grip her hips, holding her down as I continue my exploration, wanting her to feel every sensation, every touch, with intense focus.

“Patience,” I murmur, nipping at her jaw. “I'm going to take such good care of you tonight.”

Her sapphire-blue eyes shine with desire as if daring me to take control.

“Are you ready to submit and be a good girl for your Daddy? To let me guide you?”

“Yes, Daddy. I'm all yours,” she whispers, savoring the taste of those words.

“You will follow my rules,” I growl, my hand sliding between her trembling thighs, fingers grazing her wet heat.

She whimpers and arches into my touch, silently pleading for more. Her breathing becomes labored as my fingers continue exploring, slipping between her folds.

A sultry moan escapes her lips while her eyes flutter shut, surrendering to the sensations coursing through her body. Skylar's eagerness drives me wild. Heat courses through me, demanding that I surrender to the desire roaring within.

“You're so responsive,” I say, my thumb gently parting her swollen lips to expose her sensitive clit. “So drenched and desperate. Tell me what you want, baby girl. I want to hear you say it.”

Skylar arches into me, her nails digging into my arms as her breath comes in short gasps. “I want more, Daddy. Please.”

I've fantasized about hearing those words for so long. “Good girl,” I praise, sliding two fingers deep inside her slick heat while using my thumb to continue circling her clit with deliberate strokes. “You're so perfect for me.”

Her eyes darken with lust as she meets my gaze, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “Are you going to make me beg for it, Daddy? Because I might enjoy that a little too much.”

A low chuckle escapes me at her challenging words, my fingers curling within her as I hit that sweet spot. “If begging is what you want, Daddy is happy to oblige.”

Her moans grow louder as her body arches toward mine. “Open your eyes, baby girl. Watch me touch you.”

At my command, her eyes snap open, locking with mine as I slide a finger inside her. With a wicked grin, I pick up the pace, working her with my thumb. She gasps at the sensation, her hips bucking slightly as I add a second finger, stretching her open.

I can see she feels exposed and vulnerable but also powerful as my fingers work inside her, her body responding instinctively.

“You like that, don't you, baby girl?” I whisper huskily, my thumb pressing against her clit as my fingers move in and out, stretching and filling her.

“Yes,” she breathes, her eyes locked on mine as she surrenders to the pleasure. “I love it.”

“Tell me how much you want it, baby girl,” I command, my voice dripping with lust and authority. “Tell me how badly you need it.”

“Oh, Daddy... please... I need...” she pants, her nails digging deeper into my skin. “I'm close... so close. I need you to... to...”

“That's it, baby girl,” I encourage, twisting my wrist at just the right angle to send her over the edge. “Let it all out for Daddy.”

She lets out a high-pitched, wailing cry as she shatters, her body shuddering and arching against mine as her orgasm washes over her in waves. Her nails dig into my skin, but all I feel is the pleasure of her release.

“Good girl,” I whisper, kissing the top of her head as she trembles in my arms. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

I trail kisses down her body, savoring every inch of her soft skin. My lips linger on the spots that make her gasp and shiver, memorizing each reaction.

Her thighs fall apart instinctively as my mouth finally reaches its target—her swollen, nectar-coated center. Flicking my tongue, I tease her swollen clit, circling before lapping firmly, savoring the salty-sweet taste of her arousal. I feast on her, my dominant tendencies taking over as I revel in my power over her.

“I can't,” she moans, her hands fisting the sheets above her head. “It's too much.”

I chuckle darkly. “Oh, baby girl, we're only getting started.” Looking up at her through hooded lids, I add with authority, “You can and you will.”

My tongue resumes its relentless assault on her clit, lapping and sucking without mercy. As she begins to tremble, her body coiling like a spring, I know she's going to come apart for me again.

“Oh God... Daddy... I'm... I'm going to...” she pants, her hands gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles turn white.

“That's it, baby girl,” I coax. “Let Daddy make you feel good.”

“Daddy, please,” she begs, her thighs tensing around my head as she raises her hips, searching for more. She's on the brink, and I want to take her there.

With one final flick of my tongue, Skylar explodes once more, her body trembling violently in orgasmic bliss. Her nails rake down my back as she cries out, her release so powerful it leaves her gasping for air.

I don't let up; I know she can handle more. My fingers continue their rhythmic motion, massaging her G-spot as my mouth moves up to suckle on her hard nipples, alternating between them as she convulses beneath me.

“Please, Daddy,” she breathes, her voice husky with desire. Her hands tangle in my hair, tugging gently but insistently. “I need you inside me.”

And so, with a growl of desperation, I pull away from her perfect body and quickly sheath myself.Her eyes flutter open, confusion clouding their depths for a moment before they flicker down to where I'm positioning myself between her legs. Her breath hitches, her cheeks flushing as she realizes what's about to happen.

“We're going slow, babygirl,” I tell her, settling my weight more firmly against her, letting her feel just how much I want her. “But I can't promise to be gentle, not anymore.”

I hover over her, wanting to see her face as I slide inside her. Her eyes are glazed with longing, and her lips part in a silent plea. With one hand, I guide myself to her entrance, nudging forward just enough to feel her body yield. She's so hot and wet, and the sensation sends a jolt of need through me.

“Fuck,” I groan. The pleasure is so intense it's nearly painful.

With a slow, steady thrust, I slide deeper into her, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me. With a gentle nudge of my hips, I slide the rest of the way, seating myself deep inside her.

“Oh, God,” she moans, her nails biting into the skin of my shoulders. “You're so big.”

Her eyes widen, pleasure and discomfort flashing across her face. I pause, giving her time to adjust, my voice a husky whisper. “Breathe, baby girl. Feel me, feel us.”

Her breasts rise and fall with each quick breath, her body already softening and yielding to me. I kiss her gently, my tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she opens for me. As our tongues dance, I begin to move, my hips rocking, pushing deeper with each thrust.

Her body responds, her hips lifting to meet mine, her breath coming in soft gasps. Her eyes lock onto mine, and everything else falls away. It's just the two of us and our connection.

Her hands explore my body, her nails lightly scoring my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. “Harder, Daddy,” she whispers, her voice laced with desire. “Please, I need more.”

A growl escapes me as my hips move faster, my thrusts becoming more forceful. Her body arches into mine, her breath coming in sharp cries as I hit that sweet spot deep inside her. Her cries turn desperate, begging me for something more, something deeper.

“Feels so good,” she breathes, a smile of pure satisfaction spreading across her lips.

I lean down, my lips brushing hers as my hips work furiously, driving us both to the edge. My control is slipping, the primal need to claim her, to mark her as mine, rising with each thrust. But I don't slow down. I'm not finished yet—not even close.

I'm consumed by the yearning to make her come apart again and again until she's nothing but a quivering mess beneath me. As totally mine as I am hers.

My hands thread through her hair, holding her in place so I can devour her cries. “I've got you,” I whisper, brushing her hair back from her forehead. “Come for me, babygirl.”

Her eyes lock onto mine, and I see the moment she lets go. The feel of her clenching around me, the sight of her flushed and beautiful in my arms, is overwhelming and pushes me over the edge. With a muffled roar, I come, pulsing and groaning her name like a prayer.

For a long moment, we're both boneless, spent, and sated by the mind-blowing pleasure we've shared. I'm the first to stir, gently pulling out and settling beside her on the bed. Reaching for the tissues beside the bed, I clean her up and dispose of the condom.

My arms instinctively draw her close. She snuggles into my chest with a soft, happy sigh, one leg draping over mine as her fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin.

I let my eyes drift shut, listening to the soft rhythm of her heartbeat and the slow, steady rise and fall of her breath.

“That,” she says eventually, her voice thick with satisfaction, “was worth the wait.”

I chuckle softly and press a kiss to her forehead. “Glad to hear it, babygirl.”

I tighten my arms around her, burying my face in her hair, and let out a contented sigh. She’s mine to cherish, mine to love with every fiber of my being. At the same time, I know that in these moments, she’s also taking care of me, mending the cracks in my guarded heart.

I’m under no illusions—this won’t be easy. George will be furious when he discovers our relationship, and society won’t be kind about our age difference. But I’ll fight for us, no matter what. Because Skylar Bennett is worth it.

Yet, one nagging doubt lingers. Will Skylar feel the same way when she wakes up? Or will the magic of this night fade with the dawn?