Her Lord's Desire (The Forbidden Saga #3) - Maggie Ryan Page 0,16

his question and his body as he guided his cock back to her soaking quim, dipping just a single stroke inside before withdrawing again.

“I like it when you… oh, Papa, please…”

“Please what? Tell me, baby girl.”

“I-I can’t… it’s not… not proper.”

“In this bed, when you are obeying your papa, it is perfectly proper. Tell me, little one what do you want Papa to do?”

Her eyes searched his as if seeking any judgement and finding none, she wet her lips and nodded. “I-I want you to… to fu… fuck me, Papa,” she pleaded, her need so intense that she not only released her shame, she found the strength to arch against him, grinding her swollen clit against his groin. “Please, oh, Papa, please fuck me now!”

There was the wanton devil he so loved to let loose on occasion. “That’s my good girl,” he said, sliding his hands beneath her hips and tilting her even higher. “Is this what you want?” he asked, driving forward in one thrust until he was balls deep.

“Yes!” she screamed, tears filling her gorgeous eyes as her body was consumed with a passion so great she simply had to way to control it. “Yes, Papa, more. Again, Papa, again!”

Edward gave her exactly what she craved, pounding into her, his balls slapping against her pussy with every thrust forward, her keens filling the air each time he withdrew. He was entranced by the curls of her hair undulating like a river of molten gold as her head thrashed side to side on her pillow. He watched nipples pull so tight they looked as if they could burst at a single touch and a swollen clit throbbing with every beat of her heart. He felt his balls draw up and knew she wasn’t the only one about to shatter.

“Come, now!” he demanded and like his obedient little angel, she did exactly that.

“Papa!” she screamed, her entire body going as taut as a bowstring before suddenly snapping, convulsing with such strength he gritted his teeth, feeling as if his cock had been captured by a vise. Every contraction of her quim milked his shaft until he threw his head back and his bellow joined their song of passion as he emptied, shooting his seed deep inside her womb. It lasted a lifetime that was over far too soon. When her muscles were only fluttering, her legs slid from him and he bent over her to kiss her once again.

“I adore feeling you spend and your pussy hugging my cock when I am buried so deeply within you,” Edward said, loving the way her face flushed at his words.

“Papa,” she said then smiled. “Thank you, Papa, for my pleasure,” she whispered, her breath so sweet against his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you as well, little one,” Edward said, kissing her softly before rolling off her. Lying on his side, he settled her against him, her small sweet bottom pressed into his groin. Louisa sighed and Edward smiled when a soft little purr told him his little one had fallen asleep with her gown still twisted above her breasts.

Chapter 4

Edward looked up from his seat in the library when Henri appeared. Louisa looked up as well from where she was sitting on her Papa’s lap. Lucy was totally involved in the book she was currently reading and didn’t move until Henri spoke.

“Sir, Mr. Lloyds is here,” Henri announced.

Edward saw Lucy’s head raise and her eyes dart toward the doorway as if to see her professor standing on the threshold of the room. Smiling, he gently removed Louisa from his lap.

“Thank you, Henri, please show him to my study,” Edward said. Henri nodded and left the room. Edward guided his wife to sit in the chair he had just vacated.

“Papa, what does Professor Lloyds want? Lucy passed her exams.”

“Yes, she did,” Edward agreed. “But unless I speak with the man, I won’t know why he’s called now will I?”

She smiled and shook her head. “No, I suppose not.”

“You girls behave,” he said

“Yes, sir,” the twins chorused. Edward smiled, still rather amazed at how two could become one. Sharing his home with the two young women certainly kept life interesting. He bent to press a kiss to the top of Louisa’s head and then walked to his study. He opened the door and stepped inside where he saw Charles standing before the French doors that led to the garden. Charles turned at the sound of Edward’s entrance.

“Good afternoon, Lord Wintercrest,” Charles said extending