“There you go,” he praised, voice so low it was almost a growl. “You take Daddy’s fingers so good.”
I’d never been praised for my body before, never been told I was good or wanted or anything at all. It broke something inside me, and I shook all over as he worked me, slowly at first, then faster as I gasped and begged.
“Can you come like this?” he asked. I nodded frantically. Couldn’t speak. My body clenched around his fingers, slick and desperate, every nerve-ending screaming. No one had ever touched me like this. No one had ever wanted to.
“Good girl,” Walker praised, voice wrecked. The words went straight through me. I rocked against his hand, shameless, too far gone to care.
He crooked his fingers, slow and careful, thumb circling my clit just right. “That’s it. Show Daddy how much you need him.”
I whimpered. The sound was high and broken. I wanted to die from how much I needed it, from how tightly I was wound up inside, but he just held me, steady and unmovable, like nothing else mattered except this.
“Let go, Lottie. Daddy’s got you.”
I shattered. I didn’t even mean to. The orgasm hit so hard I sobbed, curling into his palm, thighs clamping tight around his wrist. I could barely breathe. Could barely see. All I could do was cling to him, dizzy and helpless, as pleasure tore through me.
He didn’t stop. Not right away. He gentled his touch, slow and soothing, talking me down with soft words. “That’s my princess. You did so good. So perfect for Daddy.”
I didn’t know I was crying until he thumbed away a tear. My whole body shook.
He cupped my cheek, gentle as anything, and bent to kiss my lips. “Still with me?”
I nodded, still trembling. “I think so.” My voice was thready and small.
Walker smiled, slow and dark. “You’re amazing.” He kissed my jaw, my temple, the tip of my nose. “You did so good. I’ve got you.”
He didn’t let go, not even when I melted into him. I just let myself be held, floating on whatever planet existed after you broke apart and someone was there to put you back together.
Chapter thirteen
Walker
I didn’t think she could surprise me, not after the way she’d come apart on my fingers, but the way that small hand crept over my stomach, barely touching, her breath warm and shaky on my chest—I nearly lost it.
“Lottie,” I managed, and my voice was a mess. “You don’t need to do anything. You don’t have to pay me back or even think about it.”
But her eyes were huge, soft, clear. “I want to.” She touched the waistband of my jeans, barely brushing. “I want to learn. I want to take care of you too.”
It was the way she said it. Like it was the most important thing in the world.
God, I was going to die.
Her hand trembled, her whole body tucked in against my side, still in those ridiculous fuzzy socks and nothing else. Her hair was all over her face, pink scrunchie slipping loose, and she was so Little it broke my brain.
“You sure?” My voice was low. Consent was a principle I lived by, but with her it seemed even more important.
She nodded, almost frantic. “Please, Walker. I want you to feel good too.”
I choked out a breath. No way was I going to last five minutes with her looking at me like that.
She moved slowly, still hesitant, but determined. She touched the button on my jeans and then looked up, waiting for permission. I nodded once, barely holding it together. Her hands were tiny, but she managed the button, then the zipper, and I thought I’d go insane just from the way her knuckles brushed my skin.
She didn’t rush. Palms flat, she eased my jeans then my boxers down, then just stared at me like she’d never seen anything so fascinating. I was rock-hard and leaking. Every vein stood out on my cock like it was going to burst.
“Is-is it supposed to be like that?” Her voice was small, but I saw curiosity in her eyes, not fear.
I let out a low laugh. Couldn’t help it. “Yeah, princess. You’re perfect. It’s just…you do that to me.”
She blushed pink all the way to the roots of her hair. Her fingers hovered, then touched me, light as butterfly wings. I shuddered. She was so careful, so gentle, like she might break me if she pressed too hard.
