Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies 3)

He drew his finger free and she actually groaned in protest. He grinned. His baby liked ass play. That was good. Very good. He reached for the plug and spread her cheeks once more. Next time she was naughty, he might just have her stand in the corner with her bottom poking out, a plug in her ass and her hands spreading her cheeks wide.

Oh, hell yeah.

He pressed the plug against her puckered entrance and she stiffened. “What’s that?”

“This is your very first training plug. I have several so we can stretch you until you can take me in your ass. Don’t worry this one is very small.”

“I think small is a relative term,” she squealed as he slowly but relentlessly pushed the plug inside her.

He twisted it slightly then pushed. Then twisted it again. When it was fully seated, he drew it out once more and started the process all over again. Her head thrashed back and forth. His thumb returned to her clit, flicking at it faster and harder until she arched up.

“Sir!”

“Come, baby. Come for me. Come with my plug deep inside your bottom.”

She groaned as she shuddered and came. Fuck, that was a sight he would never get tired of. Her face filled with pleasu

re, her body trembling, her breath coming in sharp pants. He couldn’t wait any longer, he had to be inside her. He grabbed her hips and turned her before undoing his pants. He couldn’t even wait long enough to fully undress. He took hold of her hips and pressed himself inside her.

“Yes! Yes!” she cried out. Her pussy convulsed around him as he drove in deep. He pulled back, thrust his way back into her tight sheath. Holy hell. He wasn’t going to last again. This was getting embarrassing. Maybe next time he’d have her suck him off first and then he might last more than a few minutes. He grasped hold of her ass cheeks, spreading them wide to stare down at the pretty plug decorating her asshole.

“Damn, that is a beautiful sight, baby. You taking my cock, my plug stretching your ass so one day you’ll take me there. This gorgeous body spread out for me. I fucking love it.”

I love you.

He didn’t say the words, though. It was too soon. But he felt them deep inside. He loved his woman. This big Little girl. The sub. Her sweetness. Her spice. All of her.

He gave one final thrust before coming with a deep groan that shook him to the core. He laid kisses across her back as he fought for his breath, his cock still semi-erect inside her.

So, this was what love was? This overwhelming need to be with someone, to keep them safe, to never want to imagine your life without them.

Yeah, this felt right.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Abby glanced over at her phone as it rang. Unknown number. She frowned. Things had been quiet on the Max-front. No messages or calls from him or the people after him. Why had they destroyed her house? Anger over her not telling them where Max was? Or something else?

Kent walked into the kitchen, where she was sitting at the counter. He glanced down at her phone. “Answer it. On speaker.”

She nodded, and answered the call.

“Abby? About fuckin’ time. Abby, you there?”

Max. Her heart pounded. “Max? Where are you?”

Kent remained silent. But she saw him pick up his phone and text someone.

“I’m not telling you that. Did you tell them I was staying with you? Huh? Did you know they nearly caught me? I had to race out the back. No cash. No ID. I been on the run for days, stealing shit, nearly getting caught. Fuck, Abby, did you tell them?”

“No, of course I didn’t. I thought maybe they came to the house to find out if I knew where you were.”

Beat of silence. “Okay. Fuck. Maybe. Whatever. I need cash. Now.”

“I don’t have any cash.”

More silence. She looked up at Kent. He gave her a grim look back.

“I need cash, Abby. However you got to get it. You still hanging out with that rich prick from Sanctuary?”