Demolitions expert Magnus Leonard has never had someone special in his life. His world has revolved around tearing things down, not building them up. That is, until Cassie waits on him at a local art gallery and her sweet smile and lush curves instantly light his fuse.
Cassie Johnson is tired of losing things. Her mom. Her dog. Her home. She dreams of being safe and loved by someone that understands her. Even at twenty years old, her bed overflows with stuffies and she can recite every line from Beauty & the Beast.
When Magnus shows up just in time to save Cassie from yet another horrible loss, she realizes this hulking, bearded force of nature might just be the special hero she’s been waiting for. But when a dark secret is revealed, will Cassie ever be able to trust her new Daddy again?
Author Warning: This is cotton candy, red bottoms and pouty lips. It’s love-at-first-sight, filthy fantasy. If the words “Daddy”, “princess” and “baby-girl” steam your mirror, then grab your Kindle and an icepack, and get reading! This is a HEA/Safe read which contains DD/lg play. (If a swoon worthy DaddyDom doesn’t make you weak in the knees, this may not be the book for you.)
Cassie Johnson is tired of losing things. Her mom. Her dog. Her home. She dreams of being safe and loved by someone that understands her. Even at twenty years old, her bed overflows with stuffies and she can recite every line from Beauty & the Beast.
When Magnus shows up just in time to save Cassie from yet another horrible loss, she realizes this hulking, bearded force of nature might just be the special hero she’s been waiting for. But when a dark secret is revealed, will Cassie ever be able to trust her new Daddy again?
Author Warning: This is cotton candy, red bottoms and pouty lips. It’s love-at-first-sight, filthy fantasy. If the words “Daddy”, “princess” and “baby-girl” steam your mirror, then grab your Kindle and an icepack, and get reading! This is a HEA/Safe read which contains DD/lg play. (If a swoon worthy DaddyDom doesn’t make you weak in the knees, this may not be the book for you.)
She lets out a little whistling, whispering moan when my lips touch hers. They are even softer than I ever imagined in all my fantasies. Her flavor is like springtime and honey, with a dash of dynamite.
Hesitation doesn’t even have any meaning for me any more. That first kiss wasn’t soft, it was greedy and selfish. Too many days have gone by with just dreams of her, and I’m not a patient man.
My tongue slices between her full lips. My movements are harsh, delving deep on the first stroke so she has no doubt I’m here to claim what’s mine and I intend to be here again and again. I don’t want her to doubt what I’m feeling; I need her to know how deep down she’s touched me, how many of my dreams she’s starred in. All of them, in fact. I imagine her sharing every moment with me, and in my mind’s eye I see how good it could be.
I wish I could have saved all the moments in my life before this one, all the moments from hers as well, so we could share them together for the rest of our lives.
My massive hands easily circle her tiny neck, arching her head back as my eyes engulf her, tugging her so close I feel the softness of her tits against the rock hard wall of my pectoral muscles. The poke of her hard nipples only searing her into me more than the moment before.
Our kiss is a fury. I expected this tiny girl to shrink from me. I’m a massive, hairy beast next to her silky softness. She doesn’t just pull at my shirt, but fists the fabric as though our kiss is her lifeline, and my heart feels like it’s going to burst in my chest.
Hesitation doesn’t even have any meaning for me any more. That first kiss wasn’t soft, it was greedy and selfish. Too many days have gone by with just dreams of her, and I’m not a patient man.
My tongue slices between her full lips. My movements are harsh, delving deep on the first stroke so she has no doubt I’m here to claim what’s mine and I intend to be here again and again. I don’t want her to doubt what I’m feeling; I need her to know how deep down she’s touched me, how many of my dreams she’s starred in. All of them, in fact. I imagine her sharing every moment with me, and in my mind’s eye I see how good it could be.
I wish I could have saved all the moments in my life before this one, all the moments from hers as well, so we could share them together for the rest of our lives.
My massive hands easily circle her tiny neck, arching her head back as my eyes engulf her, tugging her so close I feel the softness of her tits against the rock hard wall of my pectoral muscles. The poke of her hard nipples only searing her into me more than the moment before.
Our kiss is a fury. I expected this tiny girl to shrink from me. I’m a massive, hairy beast next to her silky softness. She doesn’t just pull at my shirt, but fists the fabric as though our kiss is her lifeline, and my heart feels like it’s going to burst in my chest.
My own desire is multiplied a thousand fold because she wants me back. Because that is really all I need to know.
We both take a shaking breath, our lips still softly connected. My forehead touching hers for a long moment, stringing together all the memories I’ve made with her in my dreams, realizing they’d felt nothing close to the real thing.
“Jesus, Angel.” The words catch as I release them and I have to clear my throat to continue. “You feel better than every dream I’ve had about you. Please, kiss me again, right now before I die.” My cock aches as she leans forward.
Now it’s teeth and tongues and wet lips sliding back and forth as my cock cries out in pain, bending in half inside my layers of compression shorts. I want her mouth, her hand, her tits and her cunt. I want them all on me and around me in all the filthy, depraved ways I’ve ever dreamed.
We both take a shaking breath, our lips still softly connected. My forehead touching hers for a long moment, stringing together all the memories I’ve made with her in my dreams, realizing they’d felt nothing close to the real thing.
“Jesus, Angel.” The words catch as I release them and I have to clear my throat to continue. “You feel better than every dream I’ve had about you. Please, kiss me again, right now before I die.” My cock aches as she leans forward.
Now it’s teeth and tongues and wet lips sliding back and forth as my cock cries out in pain, bending in half inside my layers of compression shorts. I want her mouth, her hand, her tits and her cunt. I want them all on me and around me in all the filthy, depraved ways I’ve ever dreamed.
Dani Wyatt loves her alpha men; make them military, cowboys, MMA -- any uber alpha with a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Receive a free exclusive unpublished title when you join Dani's private readers group for updates, free chapters and discounts.
She's a 40 something regular lady who just happens to love badass alpha males who pull your hair and love their women with a lethal passion.
When she's not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can't have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.
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