Page 53 of Daddy Erik
Her fingernails scrape over my shoulders and make me shiver. “You gonna take this load I give you?”
“Yes,” she answers breathlessly.
“I want you to feel me still inside you when you walk. You want to taste me on your tongue, too?” I cradle her jaw, squeezing each side of her mouth between my thumb and fingers as she nods back at me obediently.
“Open up, baby. Let me see that tongue.” I wait until she does as I ask before I move forward and take her mouth in mine.
Her eyes widen in shock, but her pussy clamps me tighter. “There we go, baby.” I watch as she takes me for a while longer till I pull back, leaving her breathless with puffy red lips.
“Such a good girl, my good girl,” I tell her with heat and desire.
“Are you ready for me to fill you in now?” She nods at me again.
“Yes?” I tease her a little. “Tell me then; use that pretty little mouth to say the words.”
“I’m… I’m ready, Erik.”
“I love you, Claire.”
“I love you too, Erik.” Her eyelashes flutter like delicate little butterfly wings.
“You are my entire life. I love everything you bring to my life. I thank everything above that you are in my life every fucking day.” I sink my teeth into her shoulder as I spill inside her unprotected pussy, holding my hips tight against hers to ensure every last drop of me makes it inside her.
“Don’t you ever fucking forget that you mean everything to me, baby girl,” I growl against her skin, gently kissing the bite mark I left on her shoulder, feeling the slight ridges of my teeth on her skin.
She shudders in my embrace as her orgasm washes over her, and God help me, it’s the best feeling in the whole damn world.
CLAIRE
My head rests over his heart, still beating hard beneath my cheek. He strokes my back slowly, hand warm and steady. No tension. No fear. Just him.
“How do you feel?” he asks softly.
“Safe,” I whisper. “Safe with you.”
He kisses the top of my head. “That’s all I need to hear.”
“Erik?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“If they come… what do we do?”
His hand pauses only one second, just long enough for me to feel it.
“Then I take them apart,” he says calmly, “Piece by piece.”
A shiver runs through me, but not from fear. This man is willing to destroy the world for me. He cups my chin and tilts my face up.
“They don’t get you,” he whispers. “Not your body, not your milk, not your mind. You are mine to protect.”
My throat tightens. “And you’re mine.”
His eyes soften, but the fury underneath stays burning.
“Sleep,” he murmurs. “I’ll be right here.”
ERIK
