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No warning, he drives his hard cock into me. “Daddy!”
I scream long and loud, bucking wildly as the orgasm crashes through me. My grip on the headboard tightens as he slams deeper, harder into me. It’s different this time. Different from before. His cock reaches a part of me I didn’t know existed.
I’m moaning and wailing. Convulsing from pent-up need as my orgasm rolls on and on. He doesn’t stop—he fucks me harder, driving deeper, clamping a hand at my waist. I’m writhing in pleasure. It’s too much, but I still want more.
“Fuck me harder, Daddy!” I beg, sobbing.
Wave and wave break over me, but I can feel something bigger gathering. It’s building like a hurricane. A volcano. Larger than anything, and it fills me with panic and surrender all at once.
“Daddy?”
“Shh. Don’t worry, angel. I’ve got you,” he assures me.
So I surrender. The raging volcano climbs with every thrust. My release turns endless. Then he shifts his angle, andthe new spot makes my walls clamp down. He pounds into me harder, over and over, until the breath leaves my lungs and the urge to hold onto something becomes undeniable.
The tension crests as he drives deep one last time. “Daddy!” I scream, convulsing, hips bucking wildly.
My pussy grips his cock hard as waves of pleasure make me shake. He goes rigid, and somewhere far away, I hear his hoarse shout. “Angel.”
When I come back to myself, my hands are free, and Noah is gently cleaning my thighs with a warm towel. He tosses it aside and gathers me into his arms. For the first time, I’m truly completely spent. My mind is blank, my limbs like jelly.
My body hums, like something inside me has been unlocked, and I don’t know how to close it again. Noah pets me quietly, stroking every part of my body he can reach. I look up to find him watching me.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod against the wall of his chest. “I’m okay.” More than okay. I feelalive. I smile up at him. “You can tie me up and fuck me anytime, Daddy,” I say. Half teasing, half serious.
I watch his blue eyes go dark, and it leaves me a little breathless. A little shaky.
“Good,” he says, then his gaze turns serious. “Do you know what this means, angel?” he asks.
“No.”
“It means you’re mine,” he declares.
My heart thuds. “Andyou’remine,” I state.
“Without a doubt.”
I smile drowsily at him and shove my fear down into the deepest, darkest corner of my mind.
Chapter Seven
Noah
I arrive at the diner a little late.
Wilder was supposed to pick the girls up, but he mentioned he had a meeting, informing me a bit late. From the entrance, I find Cammi and Millie alone in the diner. No patrons in sight. The bell above the door jingles softly as I step inside.
Everything looks normal. Millie is behind the counter, a pile of receipts and a ledger open in front of her, pen in hand as she works through the sales receipts.
She glances up when she sees me. “Oh, hey,” she says, offering a small smile. “You’re early.”
I step further in. “And I thought I was late. Wilder couldn’t make it. Figured I’d walk you both back.”
Her smile lingers. “That’s actually really nice of you.”
I nod once, leaning against the counter. “Where’s Cammi?”
