Daddy's Little Sweetheart (Daddy 15)

A moment later, he jammed two fingers into her and sent her flying. Her screams echoed through the room so loudly he hoped the people in the room next to them wouldn’t complain.

He didn’t mind. He loved how loud she was. Eventually, he’d have to work on it if he wanted to fuck her in not-so-private places. But for now, he needed to hear that she was enjoying everything he did to her.

Duncan left her sprawled on the mattress as he pulled a few condoms from his suitcase. He rolled one on and put the others on the nightstand.

Now, he was going to make her his in the most elemental way that would cement their relationship.

He grinned when he came down on her. While she still came down from the orgasm he’d just given her, her eyes remained closed. She lay relaxed—the way he wanted her to.

He made a place for himself between her thighs, lined up his cock, and pressed the head into her sopping cunt. His elbows came down beside her shoulders, and he cupped her face between his hands.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart.”