Page 27 of Untamed Hunter Daddy

"Been thinking about this," he says, voice ragged and filthy between kisses. "Every night in that chair. Thinking about how you'd feel under me. How you'd sound when I finally got my hands on you properly. You're even better than I imagined, baby. So responsive. So wet for me already."

I make a broken sound and his eyes flick up to mine, dark and satisfied.

"You like that," he says. Not a question. "You like when I talk to you like this."

"Yes."

"Good. Because I'm not done, little one." He crawls back up my body and kisses me deep while his hand slides between us. "I want you calling me Daddy. Not like a real father, but a daddy who takes care of you. I’m gonna take care of you like you deserve. Gonna make you feel so good you forget everything else exists. That okay with you?"

"Yes, please."

"Please what?"

"Please, Daddy. Please take care of me, Daddy."

He growls when I say Daddy. He works me with his fingers until I'm shaking, until the only words I can form are Daddy and broken little pleas, and the whole time he talks to me in that throaty, dirty voice that turns me on more than I thought possible.

"That's my girl. Look at you taking it so well for your daddy. Fuck, you're beautiful like this. All flushed and needy for me. Gonna make you come before I even get inside you. Want to feel it. Want to watch."

When I break it's with his name in my mouth and his eyes locked on mine. He works me through it until I'm trembling and soft, then reaches for the nightstand, grabbing a condom from a drawer.

"Still with me?" he asks, voice rough but careful under the roughness. He rolls the condom over his thickness. He’s so big I can hardly believe it.

"Yes. Don't stop. Please don't stop, Daddy."

He settles between my thighs and pushes in slow, giving me time to adjust to the size of him, and the stretch makes us both groan.

"Fuck, Zoe." His forehead drops to mine. "You a virgin? You’re so fucking tight. So warm. Don't know how I'm supposed to last when you feel like this."

“Yes, I’m a virgin.”

My answer makes him hiss through his teeth. “Fuck me,” he whispers out in a low groan. He starts to move, deep and controlled at first, but the control frays fast. His hands grip my hips hard enough to leave marks and his mouth finds my ear.

"You take me so well," he growls. "Look at you. Taking every inch like you were made for it. You have any idea how good you feel? How hard it is not to just bury myself in you and stay there?"

I dig my nails into his back and he makes a sound that goes straight through me.

"Harder," I whisper.

"Yeah?" His rhythm picks up, deeper, and less careful. "You want it harder, baby? Want me to fuck you like I've been thinking about for days?"

"Yes. Please. Daddy⁠—"

"I've got you." His voice is wrecked now, all the restraint burned away. "I've got you. Not letting go. You're mine tonight. This tight little body, these sounds you're making, all of it. Mine."

The word should scare me. It doesn't. Instead, it lights me up.

He shifts the angle and hits something that makes my vision spark white. I cry out and he latches onto the sound, driving into that same spot over and over while his dirty mouth keeps going.

"There it is. That's the spot, isn't it? Fuck, listen to you. So loud for me. Gonna make you come on my cock just like this. Want to feel you squeeze me when you fall apart. Come on, baby. Give it to me."

I shatter with his name torn out of my throat. He follows a few strokes later, burying himself deep and groaning against my neck as he comes, his whole body shuddering over mine.

We stay like that for a long minute, breathing hard, his weight a warm, heavy comfort. Then he carefully pulls out and rolls to the side, bringing me with him so I'm tucked against his chest.

His heartbeat is fast under my cheek. His arm is tight around me. Neither of us says anything for a while. Then, he tosses the used condom into the trash, and pulls me closer to him.

"The chair is terrible," I murmur eventually. "I don't know how you've been sleeping in it."