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“Is this okay, Daddy?” she whispered, voice shaky with need and that tiny thread of nerves that made his chest ache.

His hands found the thick, soft globes of her ass and squeezed, pulling her closer. “More than okay, princess,” he rasped. “God, you are so beautiful. Come here.”

He tugged her down gently.

The first taste exploded across his tongue — hot, sweet, addictive. He groaned loud and deep, the sound vibrating straight into her as he licked a slow, broad stripe from her entrance all the way up to her clit. She gushed against his mouth, fresh slick coating his tongue, and he felt the tiny flinch in her thighs.

Baby, no, he thought, eyes sliding shut in pure bliss. I’m sorry, sweetheart — I’ll tell you later how sweet you taste, but fuck… I need more of this.

He couldn’t stop. He licked her again, slower, savoring every drop, then circled her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue exactly like the diagrams showed. Her taste, her heat, the way she trembled above him — it was better than every fantasy he’d ever had.

Firelight draped over her like liquid gold.

Her pale skin glowed warm and luminous, the dark ink of her tattoos seeming to writhe and dance across her soft belly and thick thighs as she rocked. Snow fell silently beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the mountains standing sentinel while inside this warm, cedar-scented room, Sage was falling apart on his tongue.

She started shivering. Then trembling. Her moans grew louder, breathier, turning into desperate little whispers she probably didn’t even realize she was saying.

“Daddy… oh fuck, your mouth— I love you, I love you so much…”

Another broken whimper. “ As Cal whispered, “You taste so good, sweetheart.”

Sage moaned again “Oh, your tongue— Cal⁠—”

He sealed his lips around her clit and sucked, flicking rapidly underneath, and her hips jerked hard. Tears slipped down her flushed cheeks, sparkling in the firelight as they dropped on him. Her thighs shook violently around his ears and Cal froze for half a second, concern cutting through the haze.

He pulled back just enough to check on her, breath hot against her soaked pussy.

“Princess—?”

Sage’s hands flew down, fingers threading tight into his hair. She squeezed her thick thighs around his head and practically growled, voice wrecked and fierce and loving all at once.

“Cal Meridian, don’t you even think of stopping!”

A huge, helpless smile broke across his face, half-buried between her legs. There’s my girl.

“Yes ma’am,” he murmured against her, the words half-laugh, half-worship. Then he dove back in, hungrier than before — sucking her clit harder, licking deep inside her, groaning at every fresh rush of her sweetness. One big hand slid up to cup her heavy breast, thumb brushing her pierced nipple in time with his tongue.

Sage cried out, back arching, tattoos shimmering like living art in the golden firelight. Her hips rolled shamelessly now, riding his face with abandon as the pleasure built and built.

Cal held on, lost in her — in the taste, the heat, the broken loving filth falling from her lips — and silently promised her the rest of his life.

I love you so much, princess. I’m yours forever.

SAGE

Sage was gone. Just gone.

There was nothing left of the careful, guarded girl she used to be. Only this — only him…only them.

She sat fully on his face now, thick thighs trembling around his head, her dripping pussy pressed hot and open against his mouth. Cal’s enormous hands held her like she weighed nothing, spreading her wider, strong fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass so every inch of her was exposed to his tongue. He didn’t just lick her — he devoured her. Long, worshipful strokes, deep thrusts of his tongue inside her, relentless circles and suction on her swollen clit that made her see stars behind her closed eyes.

Oh God…Oh God…dont stop dont stop dont stop….

Firelight washed over them in waves of molten gold. It painted her pale skin luminous, made her tattoos seem to breathe and twist across her belly and thighs like living ink. Outside the tall windows, snow fell in silent reverence while inside this warm cedar-and-cinnamon room, Cal Meridian was ruining her in the most perfect way possible. Her head rested against the headboard as she moved in a trance.

“Daddy— fuck— Cal, baby, I—” Her words kept breaking, half-whispers, half-sobs she couldn’t hold back. “I love you… I love your mouth… you’re so good, so fucking good to me⁠—”

Tears slipped freely down her cheeks now, hot and unashamed. She let them fall. For the first time in her life, pleasure wasn’t something to survive — it was something to drown in. Every slow drag of his tongue, every hungry groan vibrating up into her core, every flex of those powerful arms holding her steady while she rode his face… it was unraveling her from the inside out.