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“I want to, but all of this… it just seems too good to be true,” she admits.

“That’s how it feels to me too. I wasn’t even looking for you and then there you were, standing there on that porn set and I felt it then.”

“Felt what?” She asks.

“Felt my heart start beating for you. You’ve owned it ever since I laid eyes on you, Izzy. I love you, baby girl.”

She’s silent, mulling over my words as Max steers us through traffic and then into the underground parking structure of our building. He parks and I pull her out of the backseat and carry her into the elevator. Max hangs back and I make a mental note to give him a raise.

We ride up to the apartment and I carry her straight up the stairs and into our bedroom. I set her on her feet and start stripping her clothes off of her.

“Hey!” She argues, swatting at my hands but I’ve already got her naked.

I pull off my own clothes and then push her onto the bed. She blinks up at me and I knee her legs apart and run a finger up her center. She’s wet for me and I lean down, kissing her as I thrust into her.

“Daddy!” Izzy cries out and I relax when I hear her call me that.

“I love you, baby girl. I’m never letting you go. Never.”

I pick up a lazy pace, sliding in and out of her and she raises her hips, offering me more.

“Is that clear?” I ask, punctuating the question with a hard thrust.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl. I love my baby girl,” I whisper against her lips.

“I love you too, daddy,” she whispers back and hearing my little girl saying those words has me wanting to spill inside of her instantly but I know that I need to get my girl off first.

“We’re getting married. Soon,” I tell her and she nods, her eyes already starting to roll back in her head as her orgasm starts to hit her.

“Daddy!” She cries out and I grit my teeth as I start to come with her.

“That’s it, baby girl. Give it all to daddy.”

She cries out again and I grind the base of my cock against her clit, prolonging her release.

I kiss her and she wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me back hard.

“Now that that’s all cleared up, we need to talk about something else,” I tell her.

“What’s that?” She asks, a spark of excitement in her eyes.

“Your punishment.”

Her eyes widen slightly but she still looks excited at the prospect of what I could have in mind.

“What punishment? What did I do, daddy?”

“You ran from me. You scared me. You don’t do that again.”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” she says as I pull out of her and sit up.

I pull her across my lap and rub her ass with my hand. She raises her hips and I smooth a hand lower, pushing one thick finger into her pussy. She’s drenched and she clenches around my finger.

“You’re going to get eight spankings,” I tell her and she nods. “I want you to count them for me.”

“Yes, daddy.”