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"This," I growl, keeping my eyes locked on the road as I shove my hand between her thighs to cup her cunt. Her pussy is soaked. I feel the wet heat through her panties.

"Daddy!" She grasps my wrist with both her hands, clamping her thighs around my hand. "Y-you aren't supposed to touch me there."

"No, I'm not." I grind my palm against her cunt. "But you like it when daddy breaks the rules, so you're going to be my best girl and keep this little secret, aren't you?"

"Y-yes," she sobs. "Yes, daddy."

"Good girl," I croon, gripping the steering wheel tight to navigate around a curve. "Daddy has to put both hands on the steering wheel to get us there safely, but I want you to slip your hand into your panties and show me what you do to yourself at night that makes you cry out my name."

"Daddy," she whines, practically writhing in her seat.

"Do it, little girl. I want to know what my baby girl does to make all that noise at night when she thinks I'm asleep."

She sobs my name, slipping her hand between her thighs. I reluctantly remove mine, placing it back on the steering wheel. My gaze flies between her and the road as she shoves her hand into her panties.

"Daddy," she moans, her scent and the sound of her sopping wet cunt filling the car. Ah, Christ. I should have claimed her a year ago. Fuck getting everything ready for her. I should have moved her into my cabin so I could take care of her little pussy the way she needed me to.

A year. A fucking year, I could have been imprinting my dick in that tight little thing, making sure everyone knew she was my baby girl.

Her breath grows choppy, and her movements restless. She writhes in ecstasy as she plays with her cunt for me, her little mouth open and her eyes glazed over.

"Daddy, daddy," she moans. "Oh, daddy."

"Are you going to come for daddy, princess?" I rasp, ready to come in my pants just watching her. Jesus. I've never seen anything more beautiful than the sight of this little angel fucking her hand in my car, moaning for her daddy...forme.

"Yes," she whimpers.

"Come, princess. Let daddy hear it."

She gasps a little half breath and then throws her back. "Daddy," rolls from her lips in a decadent moan that sets my blood on fire as her thighs begin to shake. Within seconds, she's trembling and moaning, filling the car with the sounds of her orgasm.

I nearly miss our turn. I take a hard right at the last second, bouncing onto the lane partially obscured by massive weeping willows, and then gun it down the long driveway.

As soon as I pull up in front of the house, I throw the car into park and thrust my seat back before unlatching her belt.

"Fuck," I breathe, dragging her over the console into my arms. My mouth comes down on hers in an adoring kiss. "Fuck, baby girl. You did so good for daddy. So fucking good."

"Mm," she moans, melting against me. "I've had a lot of practice, daddy."

Chapter Five

Lyric

I snuggle up against Sinclair's chest, convinced I'm dreaming. An hour ago, I was certain this would never happen. That he had a girlfriend and would never feel the same way about me. Now, he's calling himself my daddy as if he means it. I'm in his arms, with the warmth from my orgasm still spreading throughout my limbs.

What is even happening right now?

I don't know, but I'm a little afraid the magic will end, and I'll wake up alone in my bed like always.

"Open your eyes, princess," he whispers, his deep voice a rough murmur against my ear. "We're here."

Here.Wherever that is.

Curiosity gets the best of me. I reluctantly peel my eyes open to find out where we are that was so important.

"I don't understand," I whisper, staring in confusion at the wood and rock mansion in front of us. Rock columns and sloped gables meet reclaimed wood, giving it a rustic, elegant charm. A large porch wraps all the way around the second story, with big windows lining the front of the house to let in natural light. Big trees surround the property. Although the landscaping isn't quite finished yet, it's stunning.

"Did you look at the paperwork your brother sent?" Sinclair asks, nuzzling my throat.

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