Page 36 of Daddy's Little 1

I push her shoulders down and bend over her swollen breasts. “No, baby girl. Daddy’s thirsty.”

My breath flows in deep gusts as I stare at her. Her moist nipples are a darker pink than before, surrounded by a delicate tracing of veins. The sight sends a zing of lust straight to my bollocks.

I touch the tip of her breast with my tongue, teasing and circling before fastening my lips over the rigid peak and gently suckling.

“Oh, God.” Brenna arches her back, pushing herself deeper into my mouth. “Yes, Daddy. Yes!”

She gives a breathless moan, caught beneath me, as I cup her plump roundness and suckle the milk from her body.

After several long moments filled with my grunts and her mewls, Brenna tangles her fingers in my hair and pulls me up, seeking my mouth with hers.

Our bodies tangle as we roll once, twice, across the bed, hands searching with increasing urgency, legs twining around each other.

When I slide deep inside her, we both gasp and hold still, trying to preserve this moment of oneness.

“God, so good, baby girl. So fucking good,” I say hoarsely, my cock pulsing deep inside her hot, tight sheath.

Brenna whimpers, sliding her palms from my shoulders down my back to my arse, tilting her pelvis and squeezing my cheeks. I shiver in bliss and move against her. She arches languidly, and we begin a slow rhythm, moving together seamlessly.

“You were right,” I whisper, shaping my hands over her body and scattering hot kisses over her skin. “It’s not the same as before. It’s better.”

“I love you,” Brenna moans, wrapping her legs around my waist and lifting her hips. “Now fuck me deep.”

I pull out and slam back in, unable to hold back as Brenna’s snug channel tightens around me exquisitely. I stare into her eyes, gritting my teeth in an effort to contain my pleasure. Afraid of hurting her, I try to hold back, but she drives me on with her demands until she cries out beneath me, and we shatter together.

Afterward, we lie dreamily, letting the minutes drift by and enjoying our intimate connection while our son sleeps.

Brenna drapes herself over my chest, tracing my features with her fingertips. “That was amazing. I don’t even remember why I was so nervous.”

My chuckle rumbles through my chest. “You’re welcome.”

She lifts her head and gives me a mock glare. “Arrogant Scotsman.”

I roll on top of her, bracing my weight on my hands. “I think you mean arrogant Scotsman with a cock you can’t get enough of who fully intends to fuck you again before our son wakes up.”

That earns me the adorable snort I love so much—almost as much as the woman beneath me.

She arches an eyebrow. “Bit of a mouthful.”

I smirk. “I am.”

She giggles. “Not to mention modest.”

I drop a kiss on her nose. “And the luckiest fucker on the planet because you’ll always be Daddy’s little one.”

My wife beams at me. “Yes. Yes, I will.”