by Pepper North
Unable to resist, Hope lifted her head to press her lips against his. Instant heat flared between them. She moaned into his mouth as his hand rose to cup her breast. Instinctively, she arched her torso, thrusting that soft mound into his hand.
When his mouth left hers, Hope chased it. She needed more of him. “Please,” she whispered.
“Hope, after I make you mine, I’ll never let you go,” he warned.
“Good. Kiss me, Daddy.”
His mouth slanted over hers as the passion skyrocketed between them. Sam’s hands roamed over her body as he explored and caressed her. Soon, her clothing was an impediment. Sam yanked Hope’s shirt up over her head and flung it away as he kissed the tender spot over her heart. Cool air wafted over her nipples, making them tighten even further as he deftly unfastened the back closure of her bra.
Hope wiggled under him as Sam loomed over her. He shifted one thigh over hers to allow his weight to pin her solidly in place. His thick shaft pressed against her soft skin. Hard heat revealed the extent of his desire, making her body flood with slickness in response as his fingers quickly dealt with her shorts. Sam slid a hand under her lower back to raise her upward as he pulled the denim over her hips.
Eagerly helping him, she wanted everything off between them. As Sam shifted to yank her shorts over her feet, Hope hooked her fingers in the shoulder straps of her bra to shrug the garment off.
His hand tightened on her ankle, freezing her in place. “Leave that to me, little girl. I get to unwrap my present.” His deep voice was even more gravelly than usual.
Liking his reaction to being close to him, Hope relaxed against the mattress. Sam in control turned her on. She loved his dominance and wanted to please him.
After tossing her shorts away, Sam rewarded her by trailing his fingertips up her thighs. Automatically, Hope widened her legs, silently inviting his touch. She bit her bottom lip as those fingertips traced the seam between her lower lips over her cotton panties. Her hips bucked up as she responded eagerly to the whisper-soft caress. A small sound of dismay burst from her lips when he lifted his hand.
“Shhh! Soon,” Sam promised as he leaned forward, capturing one pert nipple. Sucking it into his mouth, he swirled his tongue around the tight peak, drawing on it at irregular bursts.
So focused on his mouth, Hope allowed him to shift her as he stripped the bra straps down her arms and off. Trying to please him as much as he thrilled her body, Hope explored his hard muscles. She traced the corded strength in his shoulders and arms. His fit body became her playground.
“No!” she protested when his hand trapped hers against his hard abdomen.
“No playing with Daddy’s cock without permission, little girl,” he chided her gently.
“Are all these rules written somewhere?” she huffed.
“You’ll learn,” he promised, agilely sliding lower on the bed.
Sam trailed kisses down her torso. He stopped to press a kiss to her mound over her panties. Hope heard him inhale deeply and knew he scented her aroma. The base action fueled the heat growing inside her. Sam would not be a man who dealt only with the niceties of life. His lovemaking would be intense, just as he was.
“Lift your hips, candy girl. I need to taste you,” he instructed, hooking his fingers under the sides of her panties.
Immediately, she followed his instructions. Hope felt the lace brush against every inch of her skin along its path as he slowly pulled the scrap of fabric from her body. The sinuous feel increased her arousal. This time, instead of tossing the garment away, Sam lifted it to his face and inhaled.
“So sweet and wet. Spread your legs, Hope.”
Dropping the material to the bed, Sam guided her legs around him as he repositioned himself between her legs. Taking advantage of the lightening room as dawn approached, he paused to look at the display she offered him. Brushing his fingers over her mound, he praised her, “Beautiful, candy girl.”
Her heart swelled at his words. Raw truth colored his praise. Hope felt a gush of fluid well from deep inside her as she lifted her hips slightly to offer herself. “Please!”
Sam pressed a kiss to her lightly tufted mound. His powerful hands brushed against her inner thighs before pushing them apart even further to make room for him to settle into place. Running his tongue up her slit, he hummed his appreciation of her flavor. “Mmm!”
This familiar exchange between them settled Hope’s nerves. This was Sam. He knew more about her than anyone had taken the time to investigate. She wanted his touch and the pleasure she was confident he would skillfully help her find.
Sliding his tongue through her pink folds, Sam explored her intimately. Slowly as if he had all the time in the world, he searched for those spots that made her breath catch. Obviously memorizing them, he would return to lavish attention on her most sensitive places.
Soon, Hope couldn’t hold still. Wiggling and lifting her hips, she tried to get closer to his devastating mouth. His hands controlled her movements, pinning her in place. The air gushed into her lungs as one thick finger slowly glided into her body. She loved that he took his time, but she wanted more.
“Please,” she moaned.
“I know, candy girl. It’s hard for a little girl to wait. Let Daddy make it better.”
Sam lowered his lips to her once again. Gliding his tongue in a slow circle around her clit, he stroked his finger out and pressed two back inside. Hope groaned as her body stretched to accommodate him. The slight burn felt so good.
His lips closed around that bundle of nerves to suck gently as he explored her body. The faint prickle of his whiskery lip added a hint of pain to the sensations buffeting her. Hope strained against his restricting hand on her abdomen to get closer. She could feel the tingles growing as she concentrated on the building sensations.
There! Sam gently rolled her clitoris between his teeth, impelling her into a climax that rocked her body. Shimmers of pleasure coursed through Hope as she clamped her fingers onto Sam’s broad shoulders. His touch softened, extending her orgasm as long as possible.
“Please!” Hope pleaded. “I need to feel you inside me.”
“Candy girl,” Sam growled, as his eyes darkened further.
Hope thanked the growing light for revealing his form as Sam prowled over her body. His arms still hooked under her outspread knees, he moved to kneel between her legs. Draping her thighs over his corded ones, Sam leaned forward. His thick erection ground against her as he slid through her intimate folds.
Pressing a kiss against her lips, Sam allowed Hope to taste her sweet juices, increasing her desire. He released her mouth to reach into the drawer of the bedside table as her hands explored his muscular torso. After tearing open a small packet with his white teeth, he gripped his shaft in his fist as he prepared to roll on the condom.
Memorize this! Hope ordered her brain as the sight of Sam touching himself pushed her arousal higher. How can this gorgeous man be interested in me?
“Stop thinking, candy girl. Feel,” he commanded as he placed his cock at her entrance. Slowly, he pressed forward, forging a heated path into her core.
Allowing her eyes to close as she savored the feeling of Sam’s body joining with her, Hope strained to hurry his entrance. Sam’s powerful hands restrained her against the mattress as he controlled his pace. His thick cock stretched her tight channel as he moved deeper until Hope couldn’t tell where she left off and he began. Just when the pressure became too much, he reversed his motion to withdraw.
Unwilling to lose the connection with him, Hope wrapped her legs around his trim waist. To her delight, he stroked back inside, pausing to grind against her body before moving out. The short surges interspersed with direct pressure on that sensitive bundle of nerves at her entrance provoked those tingles once again. She strained against him, hoping to find her pleasure again.
Sam didn’t rush. His movements were deliberate. Releasing his pinning hand from her tummy, he stroked and teased her body. He remember
ed exactly the places and type of touch that brought her the most pleasure.
Hope hadn’t ever had a lover who focused completely on her. She had no doubt Sam was enjoying their lovemaking, but giving her pleasure seemed to be his dedicated goal. Her hands stroked over his body, trying to target his most responsive areas. Heeding his rule of not touching his shaft without permission, Hope discovered areas that caused his breath to change or his eyes to darken with need.
On his next stroke in, Hope’s body surged against him and catapulted into an orgasm. Her channel seized around him, squeezing his cock within her. Stabilizing herself with a hand on his hip, Hope’s gaze ricocheted to Sam’s face. She swallowed the thank you that threatened to burst from her lips at the sight of his jaw, gritting to withstand her temptation.
He wants me! I’m the one he’s truly interested in!
“Come with me,” she invited, as he started to move again.
To her delight, Sam cupped his hands under both her bent knees and hauled her body upward. Draping her calves over his shoulders to rest on his back, he surged forward. His thrusts quickened and deepened as she allowed him complete control. Still, he watched her face and when one stroke of his cock was too much, he guarded against entering her too deeply.
Their bodies became coated with sweat and they slid against each other. Sam shifted to rest on his hands, pinning Hope below him. He thrust against the upper peak of her entrance to target her responsive clit.
With a keening cry, she felt her body explode again. This time, he quickened his thrusts until, with a roar, Sam pressed himself deep inside. Through the condom, she felt the surge of heat as he emptied himself into her tight channel.
Her hands slipped over him, trying to hold on. Sam’s masculine scent filled her nostrils. No cologne would ever smell so good. She lifted her lips to invite his and clung to his wide shoulders as he answered her plea with a hard kiss that thrilled her with his mastery. She was his and he was hers.
Long moments later when their heart rates and breathing had begun to settle, Sam slipped from her. Ridding himself of the condom, he wrapped an arm around Hope to cuddle her against him. The fierce military man pressed soft kisses to her skin, making her feel cherished and more loved than even her most committed relationship ever had.
“Damn, little girl. I’m glad I found you. I’m never letting you go,” he said, repeating his warning from before.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she promised as she closed her eyes in exhaustion. The steady thump of his heartbeat lulled her to sleep.
Chapter 7
“Little girl, wake up. I need to fix you breakfast before I report for training.” His deep voice invaded her dreams.
“No,” she refused.
“Daddy has ways of waking you up, candy girl.” The steel underlining his words warned her that his joking tone would evaporate if she didn’t respond quickly.
“Five more minutes?” she begged, batting her eyes at him.
“Temptress. Flirting with Daddy might just be the only way to stay in this bed,” he laughed. Scooping her up, Sam whirled her around in a tight circle as she clung to him.
“Daddy, no!” She laughed as the world spun around her.
Sam boosted her up one more notch to toss her over his shoulder. Immediately, his powerful hand dropped onto her vulnerable bottom. The loud smack definitely captured her attention.
“Noooo!” she wailed.
“Are you awake now? Or do you need more convincing?”
“Yes! You’re a morning person, aren’t you? This may not work…” Hope tried to joke.
Sam, however, didn’t treat it as a joke. Scooping her off his shoulder, he cradled her in his arms as he sank to the floor. He looked very seriously at her. “Silly things like who’s a morning person and who isn’t can’t come between us, candy girl. I’m in this for the long haul. I’m willing to give you some time to adjust and settle in. But if you don’t see yourself with me in the future, you need to tell me now or you’ll rip my heart out.”
She stared at him, trying to read his expression. “Sam…”
“Daddy,” he corrected. His voice was stressed to match his features. She knew this was important.
“I’m sorry. I was trying to make a joke. I do that sometimes to hide my real emotions,” she confessed.
Waving a hand back and forth between their hearts, she added, “I didn’t think this could exist—that I could feel this strongly about anyone this fast. It scares me. What if I let down all my guards and share all my fantasies with you and…”
“And I make you my little girl for the rest of our lives?” he fiercely suggested.
“And you decide that someone else is better than me. Cuter, more spontaneous, more Little.” She shared her fears in a tumble of words.
“I’ve been searching for my little girl since I was sixteen. I didn’t quite know what I needed in my life, but I knew I was wired differently than the other teenage guys.”
“Did you find your Little before?”
“I found little girls before and I enjoyed having them in my life for a short period. I didn’t find my little girl until I visited a fairground on my day off.”
“Me?” Hope couldn’t understand what would make her different from the others. She was just nerdy, artistic Hope.
“You. My heart has settled on you, Hope.”
Overwhelmed by his commitment to her, she laid her cheek against his chest to hear his heartbeat. Steady and strong, just like Sam himself, it grounded her. His arms quickly wrapped around her torso to hold her close. His warm skin and furry body heated her, making Hope realize only then that they were both naked.
When he leaned her away from his body to see her face, she wrapped her arms around her torso to shield herself. Sam locked eyes with her as he pulled her arms away and held her hands. “Don’t hide from your daddy, little girl. I always need to see you to make sure you’re okay—both your pretty outside and your intriguing inside. There can be no secrets between us.”
He held her gaze until she nodded.
“Good girl,” he praised.
Hope beamed up at him. She shouldn’t enjoy pleasing him so much, but she definitely did. When his hand released hers to cup her cheek, Hope lifted her lips to him. His kiss was sweet and soft, full of emotion and caring. She felt a warmth kindle in her belly as Sam revealed how much he truly cared for her.
“I love you, candy girl.”
She looked up at him in shock. Her parents had always told the story of meeting and falling in love almost instantly. Hope had thought it was a romantic embellishment. Maybe it actually happens like this. She opened her mouth to answer, not sure what she was going to say.
Rwahr! His stomach growled, interrupting the moment.
“Come on, candy girl. This growing man needs food!” With a display of strength and agility, Sam rose with her cradled in his arms. Sitting her on the bed, he considered her nude form as she struggled not to cover herself and not ogle the thick erection that he sported.
“As cute a breakfast companion as you are, I don’t want you to catch a cold.” Sam turned and opened a drawer in the chest behind him. Tugging a T-shirt from the pile, he shook it out and dropped it over her head.
When he caught her eyes dropping to his erection, Sam laughed. “Get used to it, candy girl. My body’s had a taste of yours. Now, it’s never going to be satisfied.”
He turned and pulled a pair of loose shorts from the chest as well and tugged them on. “Breakfast first. Then, a shower.”
“Can I touch you, then?” she blurted, and felt her face heat in embarrassment.
“You’re going to kill me, candy girl. Food. Then fun.” He tugged her up from the bed into his arms.
After hugging her tight, Sam patted her bottom and urged, “Go potty.”
Looking over her shoulder when she couldn’t swat the wooden door closed behind her, Hope discovered Sam followed her and his broad shoulders blocked the doorway. “You want to go
first? I can wait,” she offered.
“Little girls need their Daddies’ help.”
“I think I have this covered.” She laughed off the suggestion that she couldn’t do this by herself.
“Littles are very capable adults. They choose how old they feel most comfortable. Some identify as teens. Others as babies. We’ll explore where you feel most comfortable. Whatever age you choose to be, I’ll be part of your intimate life.”
Swallowing hard, she asked, “Even in the bathroom?”
“Go potty, candy girl. I’ll wait right here,” he said, turning to face the mirror. Sam picked up a brush and attempted to put his hair back in military shape. During the weeks away, his hair had sprouted and curled at the ends.
She watched him as she backed away to the toilet. Gathering the hem of her borrowed T-shirt in her hands, Hope sat down quietly. Immediately, pee streamed from her body. Glancing up to see how Sam reacted to the noise, Hope relaxed a bit. He simply continued strong-arming his hair into place. Finishing, she quickly wiped herself and flushed the toilet.
Joining Sam at the sink, Hope washed her hands. She studiously avoided meeting his gaze in the mirror. Freezing as he leaned close, Hope closed her eyes when he kissed her hair.
“Good girl. You’re learning to be Little.”
When she peeked over at him, he winked at her before taking her hand to lead her through the small house to the kitchen.
“Next time, I’ll help my little girl,” he promised.
What? Help me use the bathroom? Passages from those books she’d read over and over popped into her mind. The little girl’s daddy had taken care of everything her. Is this what Sam wants?
She pulled him to a dead stop. “How far are you going to take this?”
“I want to love and protect you in all ways. It’s not a question of how far but the idea of what is best for you. We’ll figure it all out. I’ll ask you to try everything a few times and decide with your heart, not your idea of what is correct according to the world.”