by Dani Wyatt
I hadn't done it for Trix. I had done it all for my Baby. Chloe never asked about her sister, or else I would have told her. We didn’t have secrets, and I didn’t lie to her. But I figured, if she wanted to forget all about that part of her life, I wasn’t going to stop her.
But I was grateful to Trixie. I owed her everything I had. If I hadn't met her, I’d never have met my Chloe.
Chloe—the girl who curled into a fetal position at every hint of a problem—was a confident young woman now. She was the mother of my three sons, and I’d made it my life’s mission to give her every orgasm for the rest of her days.
After I turned twenty-seven and inherited the full monetary value of my parent’s trust, Chloe and I bought a new house to raise our kids. The fifteen-bedroom mansion had several acres of land surrounding it. It was the perfect place to raise a family. And it was a far cry from the trailer park where we both started out.
We were happy.
After my extended leave from the military, I finished up with a local training position for the few months left on my contract then wrapped up that part of my life. It will always be part of me, but a military life didn’t fit in with my new dreams and plans with Chloe.
Our boys took up most of our time, but we always managed to sneak in our own moments. When we were alone, it was like nothing had changed between us.
She was still my Baby, and I was still her Daddy.
“Baby, what did the doc say about his tummy ache?”
“The doctor has given us some of those sweet medicines for Jax.” She lowered her voice to a whisper so only I could hear the rest. “Doc thinks it’s the new nursery he’s going to. Jax doesn’t like it and the tummy ache is just a way to stay home.”
“That’s what I said.”
“I know, Daddy,” she hissed through her perfect teeth, her small hand gliding over my ass as I turned to the boys.
I grinned, motioning to the two nannies seated at the bench a few feet away. “Time to play with Nina and Mandy now. I've got to help your mommy with something.”
I took my wife’s arm and led her down the stone path that took us through the back of the house and into our massive kitchen. “Did you miss me, babygirl?”
“Always.”
As soon as we were out of sight of the boys and the nannies, I grabbed Chloe around the waist and spun her toward the kitchen sink, facing away from me.
“Daddy, you’re always horny.”
“Are you complaining, Baby?”
“What if I am?”
I yanked her jeans down her full, ripened curves, and unzipped my pants, reaching in and pulling my rock-hard cock out. “In that case, I’ll say you’re being a bad girl for talking back to Daddy.”
“Oh, no. Do I need a punishment?”
I bit my lower lip and smacked her hard on her smooth ass, chuckling at the way she’d settled into our life. She knew that there were two types of punishment: one that she liked, the other that she needed. She was begging for the first type.
She gasped as I landed another smack, clawing the marble sink and jutting her ass out for me. “Daddy, I'm sorry for being so bad.”
I counted ten smacks, then twenty. Then thirty.
My Baby liked taking it to the edge.
She spasmed in orgasm from the burn of the spanks. And that’s when I pressed my cock onto the tight hole of her ass. One hard lunge and I was balls deep in her behind.
Her guttural groans always gave me goosebumps. “Oh, Daddy! No, Daddy! Don’t punish me anymore.”
The fuck-me moans from her mouth, the way she bit her bottom lip and pushed her ass out for me, made my blood roar in my ears. My fingers found her clit and I worked it hard as I pumped up inside the tight passage of her ass.
“Daddy, I won’t be bad anymore.” She whined, reaching between her legs and cupping my balls possessively in her palm.
I jerked, spilling my load inside her just as her pussy clenched against my fingers and she came with a cry. Her whimpers were loud, echoing in our large kitchen as she fell back against me, her body still intimately connected to mine.
We were one.
She squirmed her round ass onto me and I jerked again, spurting the last few drops of cum inside her. I clutched her throat and twisted her face sideways to bite her lips in an open-mouthed kiss.
“I’ll never have enough of you, babygirl.”
“Thank God for that.” She panted on my mouth, sliding her tongue over my bottom lip.
I chuckled and pulled my cock out of her, zipping up my pants while she dragged her jeans up her rounded ass and buttoned them closed.
I smiled as she pressed her lips to my jaw and turned to wash her hands.
“I'm making lasagna for dinner. That okay, Daddy?”
“Yes, Baby.”
“I better not add too much cheese like last time. Otherwise, I’ll get punished again.”
“Mmm.”
“You're a good Daddy.” She called loudly from the kitchen doorway, and I laughed.
I reached down and adjusted my hard-again cock sideways in my pants.
My Chloe.
God, she made me fucking happy.
Every single fucking second of every single fucking day.
OTHER TITLES BY DANI WYATT
Standalones
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Reigning Her In
Sweet Ride
Forging Forever
Just Until Morning
Saddled
Perfect
His to Break
Rough Neck
Parting Glass
What If
The One
Preacher’s Daughter
Hold On
Meet. F*ck. Done. – CAN’T WAIT
Keeping Her Close
Back to Her
Let Go
Our Turn – Can’t Wait Bundle
Our Turn Standalone
Love, Daddy
Mastering Her Heart
HIS Rules
Goodgirls Say Please
Kiss Me Goodnight
Yes, Daddy
Men of the Woods
Hard Cut
Deep Cut
Rough Cut
Paranormal
Vamp
Holidays
Night Before
Valentine's Rose
Baby It’s Cold Outside
Her First Noel
His Resolution
The Forever Collection
Where She Belongs
When She’s Mine
Promise Duet
Promise
Cherish
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Force
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Dani Wyatt used to feel bad about having such dirty thoughts. Luckily, one day, she decided to start writing them down. Her ultra-obsessed, alpha heroes have a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Her heroines are intelligent, quirky, and worry about having too much muffin top. So, if you like your insta-love over the top, super-hot, with a little more plot and always a happily ever after, you’re in the right place.
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