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His thick cock filled her completely, stretching her channel as he claimed her. Each glide of his shaft activated sensitive spots inside her that Rosa had never experienced. Her body seemed to come alive as he forged a path to her core.

When his pelvis finally met hers, she couldn’t tell where she ended and Street began. Their complete merging thrilled her. Street claimed her lips and kissed her thoroughly.

When he raised his mouth, she demanded, “Move! I need you!”

He winked at her and kissed her hard. “Hold on, Little girl.”

Slowly, he withdrew before plunging back into her. His thrust pushed the air from her lungs as he triggered those sensitive areas he’d awakened. She wrapped her legs around his hips as she lifted her pelvis to meet his next stroke.

Heat built in the room around them. Her hands slipped on his glistening skin as he made love to her. The play of his muscles under her fingers fascinated her. She traced the grooves in his torso, adoring his strength and power.

Soon, her focus narrowed to their bodies moving against each other. All other thoughts disappeared. The attention he lavished on her pleasure increased to a critical point.

“Please,” she begged, needing a release.

“Shh, Little girl. I’ve got you,” he growled his reassurance as he cupped her bottom and elevated her slightly from the bed. That shift in his thrusts concentrated the drag of his cock inside her with incredible precision.

Instantly, that movement triggered her orgasm. Rosa shook underneath him with the force of her climax. Her channel clamped around his thick erection. Street groaned and quickened his pace. A minute later, he roared as he emptied his seed into the protective sheath.

With a groan of satisfaction, he dropped to his forearms over her. Rosa lifted a heavy hand to brush through his hair as he recovered his breath. His handsome face captivated her. How on earth had she gotten this lucky to find him?

“Damn, Dinorosa. I might have gotten enough of you in fifty years, but don’t make any plans.”

She nodded, incapable of imagining life without him. Still buried inside her was the smallest bit of hesitation—could he truly be so perfect for her? He rolled to his back, taking her with him as if he didn’t want an inch of space between them. Holding her gently, he pressed soft kisses to her temple and lips.

Her last thought before she tumbled into sleep was how dangerous this man could be to her heart. Somehow, she didn’t worry. Street had claimed her. Completely.

Chapter 9

When his Little girl roused from her snooze on his chest, Street loved the faint pink color of her cheeks as she met his gaze. “Hi, Little girl. Did you have a good nap?”

“Yes….”

When her voice trailed off, Street didn’t follow her answer quickly with another question or comment. He allowed her statement to linger in the air.

To his delight, she hid her face and whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”

Street pressed a kiss on her hair. “I love hearing you call me Daddy, Dinorosa.”

Her lips pressed firmly against his skin. She’d returned the kiss with one of her own. “Thank you, Little girl. Do you feel okay?” Her pussy had hugged him—tight and so wet. He’d moved as gently as possible inside her until she’d demanded more. He hoped she wouldn’t be sore.

“Daddy!” she whispered, sounding embarrassed.

He stroked a hand over her head. “Nothing is off-limits between us, Rosa. Tell Daddy the truth.”

She peeked up at him and said, “I’m good. More than good. I’ve never experienced anything like that.”

“Our lovemaking was special, Dinorosa.” Deciding to give her a break, Street changed the subject. “After that activity, I’m starving. Let me make us some lunch.”

“I can help,” she said, and her stomach growled loudly. “I might be hungry.”

Chuckles fell from his lips. She was adorable. “Let Daddy get you dressed, and we’ll get some food in that tummy.”

A few minutes later, Rosa stood dwarfed by one of Street’s T-shirts, while he wore a pair of long shorts. In the bathroom, Street reluctantly splashed water on his face, erasing Rosa’s sweet scent from his skin as she used the potty.

He wet a washcloth under the warm water and held out a hand for her as she emerged from the toilet area. “Come here, Dinorosa. Let Daddy help you get cleaned up.”

Her brows drew together in confusion as she walked forward. He knelt in front of her and lifted the hem of the shirt, saying, “Step your feet apart, Little girl.”