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I’d started to fantasize calling him that a year ago. The protective way he acted around me. The way I had a feeling he was behind every meal that was delivered wherever I was at the moment when I hadn’t had a moment to stop and take care of myself. The anonymous checks that helped the fundraisers I organized.
Watching me and taking care of me from afar.
“Daddy,” I whimpered, rubbing myself against him, but nothing seemed to be enough. My body felt hot, my skin pulled taut.
“Fuck, baby girl. You taste so good,” he rasped before his lips crushed against mine.
My hands tangled in his hair. It was soft and slightly damp, like he’d just showered. His smell made my mouth water. His lips left mine just as my lungs started to burn. He peppered kisses down my chin and into my neck, and I easily tilted my head to give him access to more skin. I felt his fingers dig into my flesh as he lifted me higher.
“You taste like my favorite Christmas cookie. Fuck me. Vanilla and brown sugar and"—his tongue swiped at my collarbone— “and you.” His eyes locked with mine.
“Love me, Dash.” I pleaded with him. “Make love to me, please. Take my virginity.” The words tumbled from my lips. one after another, and his nose flared. I knew by the way his body swayed and his gaze drifted toward the hall that led to his bedroom that he was ready to give me what I was asking for. I just needed to push him a little more. I was so close to talking him into giving us what we’d been dying for for almost three years.
“I saved it for you, Daddy. My cherry. Take it. Please,” I whined softly. I wasn’t positive if I was doing a great job at talking dirty, but when his jaw clenched and he pressed his hard body closer to mine, I felt him. He was hard. For me. Maybe I wasn’t so bad at the dirty talk and flirting thing after all?
His broad chest rose and fell before he gently pressed his forehead against mine. “If I take you, it’s forever, angel. Do you understand me, little girl? I won’t be able to give you up. I won’t be able to hold back. I—"
“I don’t want you to,” I cut him off. If he thought his words were a warning, he was wrong. They sounded like the sweetest promise. “No more holding back. I love you, Dash.”
“And I love you,” he strained through his teeth. His beautiful gaze searched mine. “I love you so fucking much. One look was all it took, but you were so young.” I could feel the struggle he’d felt.
I wasn’t stupid.
I understood why he’d held back all this time even if I didn’t agree with it. “I swear I was going to make a move on your birthday—"
“No more waiting, please,” I shamelessly pleaded while I cupped his face. I couldn’t believe we were finally here.
The moment felt like a dream come true.
The scruff beneath my palms was scratchy, making me realize this moment was so much better than anything I could have imagined in the darkness of my bedroom late at night. It was real.
“I don’t need anything but you.” My body felt like an electrical wire come to life. Sparking with flickers of embers. “Please give me this. Give me you. Give us what we’ve both been waiting for so long.”
An animalistic sound vibrated within him as he carried me through his living space and into his bedroom. I jumped at the sound of his bedroom door slamming shut behind us. Not from fear, but in anticipation. My skin felt like it tingled with every stroke of his fingers. The only light that streamed in came from a small nightstand table light and the moon that was shining brightly outside.
He set me down slowly. My chest brushed against every angle and ridge of his hard, large body. I shivered, and I knew he didn’t miss it. His hands stroked my arms, and when his eyes dropped to the goose bumps on my skin, I trembled.
“You still with me, pretty girl?” I nodded. “Good.” When he fell to his knees, my eyes widened.
Before I could ask what he was going to do, his hand was on my ankle, lifting one leg up while my hand rested on his shoulder. He worked my boot off, and I groaned with pleasure as he rubbed the sole of my foot.
He repeated the same action with the other one.
He pressed his lips against my stocking-covered knees. With a flick of his fingers, he worked the garter belts loose, then, with the utmost patience, he rolled my thigh-highs down one at a time. He didn’t rush. His touch alone left trails of fire all over my legs.
Dasher stood when he was done. Without my boots on, I was a lot shorter than him. His hands stroked my arms and rested at my shoulders. The featherlight touch of his caress at the straps made me quake with need.
“Dasher.”
“You’re so pretty in this.” His hands seemed to trace the edges of the corseted top all over all at once. I melted closer to hm. “My very own Santa’s little helper,” he mumbled. I preened beneath his heated gaze.
“I think you’re a little over-dressed.” My greedy hands tugged on the hem of his shirt, and his lips twitched.
“You think so?” He grinned wolfishly, and I nodded enthusiastically. I loved seeing this playful side of him. “My baby feeling a little naughty?” I bit down on my lip. Dash leaned in to kiss me again. His mouth danced with mine perfectly. Like he’d been kissing me my entire life. And I couldn’t wait to do just that.
“Daddy,” I whispered, pulling on his shirt.
Our lips parted for a moment while he helped me pull his shirt over his head. The heat of his skin radiated off him in waves, and all I wanted to do was press my body against his and rub myself all over him like a cat in heat. His tongue plundered my mouth. He tasted like peppermint and chocolate. By the time we parted, we were both breathing heavily. My gaze dropped to take in the sight of him shirtless.
