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I sighed, sinking into him. I felt like the little spoon. It was the best feeling. "I'm just thinking about how happy I am. You didn't have to get all this."
Daddy spun me around, his hands gripping my waist. "Baby, I don't need to do anything. I wanted to. Seeing you smile and hearing you laugh are the best things in the world. I want to experience it every damn day. And if that means buying new things, then great. I'm not sure if you're aware, or if you even looked it up, but I have plenty of money to take care of things. With the draft coming up, I’ll have more. Let me do this. I've been fiscally responsible my whole life. If I let loose now because of you, then it is absolutely worth it."
I blushed, tucking my head against his shoulder. Anyone watching probably would have thought our size difference was hilarious.What was this big, muscular guy doing, burying himself in a younger hot super athletic looking guy?The truth of the matter was we were evenly matched in our desires, and our size had nothing to do with it. Not in that way.
Daddy held me for a few minutes, then pushed back. His eyes shone brightly as his hands cupped my cheeks. "I will spoil you endlessly, baby, because you deserve it. Plus, I want you to know how much I care. Think of it as a love language."
My heart skipped a beat at the use of the word love. Did I love Paxton Wells? I wasn't sure yet. I knew I cared deeply for him. That allowing him to be my Daddy and taking these steps withhim was a big deal. I knew that being around him made me happier than I'd ever been. I knew I wanted a future with him.
I guess that meant I was eitherfallingor I hadfallenwithout realizing it.
The notion of a future with him brought back the thoughts about more. We hadn't even kissed yet! Was he waiting on a sign from me? Was he using my reactions as cues to what came next?
If so, I needed to be brave. I needed to take what I wanted.
I took a deep breath, then leaned forward until my lips pressed against Daddy's. He was still for a single second, and then it was as if flames erupted through my body. One hand stayed cupping my face as the other wrapped around me, pulling me closer.
Daddy groaned, deepening the kiss. His passion flowed through me, making me squirm. I thrust forward, desperate for more of him.
When his tongue trailed along my lips, I opened. I wanted him to devour me, to breathe me in, and mold me into something new. Every second we were connected was electric. His hands roamed over my body, and I was helpless.
Cock hard and aching, muscles tight, mind gone.
Daddy had me. He could do whatever he wanted.
He pulled his mouth free to trail kisses down my jaw and neck. I whimpered, wanting his mouth on mine, wanting more of his breath. At the same time, his hands roamed over me, squeezing and rubbing. It initially felt good. How could it not? But then reality stepped in.
Without his mouth as a distraction, I felt self-conscious. I never really had a partner compliment me this way. They never said that they liked my size or my body. Even some potential dates had said I was too fat, despite my size being based on muscle. Body shaming someone you wanted to date was stupid, and even just thinking about those times sent me in the opposite direction of where I'd been heading.
Every ounce of arousal in me died as my body locked up.
Daddy pulled away, his face dipped in a frown. "What's wrong, baby?"
I bit my lip and shook my head. Words didn't come. I was too embarrassed, too frustrated. I finally got a chance to be intimate with him in some way, and I blew it by getting in my head.
Daddy pulled me over to the couch. He moved items out of the way enough for us to be able to sit down. With me tucked into his side, he pressed kisses to my forehead and temple. "I think my baby might have gotten distracted."
I bobbed my head slowly.
"And maybe my baby was thinking about his body and what it felt like as I touched him."
A brief moment of arousal came when I thought of his hands on me again. I didn't respond because there wasn't a way to answer without talking. My voice had left me. There was nothing I could say to explain it.
It was foolish of me to think Daddy wouldn't catch on. His finger went under my chin, tipping my face up to look at him.
"Your body is beautiful, baby. Every single inch of you is magnificent, and I adore you. These muscles are gorgeous. Theywere hard-earned. This beard is fucking thick and feels great against my face when I kiss you. Your thighs and ass would be worshiped daily if given the chance."
I swallowed thickly. His praise, his admiration of me, shocked me. It didn't make sense. I didn't want to believe him.
Daddy must have seen the doubt in my eyes because his face shifted into an expression of resolve. "You don't believe me." He paused for a second as if waiting for me to reply. When I didn't, he said, "That's okay. With your consent, I would like to show you."
My eyes widened as I slowly moved my head up and down, giving him what he asked for.
"Oh, baby," he said.
CHAPTER 19
Paxton
