Page 39 of His Lucky Babygirl

“You, Daddy! Please!” she whined, needing the pressure taken away.

“That’s my good girl.”

Mel moaned as Wes began lapping at her clit. She was already close and knew it wouldn’t take much more of his skilled tongue to get her there.

“Ouuu…” She bucked her hips up trying to get there but Wes pressed a firm hand down on her belly.

“Come for me. Come on my tongue. Let me taste that sweet honey.” His words were a commanding force telling her body exactly what to do.

“I’m coming-fuck, Daddy!” She yelled as her orgasm barreled through her. Wes pushed his fingers inside as her walls clamped down. Mel fisted Wes’ hair as she pressed into him further, riding the high for as long as she could.

“I can’t wait any longer, babygirl. I need you.” Wes slid his slick fingers over his long, fat cock. Mel leaned up watching intently as he lined himself up with her entrance. With one punishing thrust, Wes was seated completely inside her. Mel gasped at the mixture of pleasure and pain that surged through her.

“Fuck, you feel just like coming home.” He leaned over her, taking her lips in his, devouring her as he began to pound into her.

Mel didn’t have any words. Nothing could describe what she was feeling.

Wes draped her leg over his shoulder, making her take him deeper. She’d never been so full in her life. Not just physically. He brushed his fingers over her sensitive clit, making her see stars.

“I can’t,” she whined.

“You can. And you will. I need to feel you shatter around me.” He continued his ministrations for a moment longer causing her to fall over the edge. “Come around my cock, princess.”

“Ahhh, yes!” she chanted as every nerve in her body lit up. Pleasure was ricocheting through her like a ping pong machine.

“That’s my good girl. Look how well you take me. This pussy was made just for me.” he crooned.

“Mmhmm. Yours, Daddy,” Mel murmured too blissed out to make more words.

“I’m going to fill you up so you’re dripping for days.” Mel’s pussy clenched at the thought.

“My naughty little slut likes that, doesn’t she?” Before she could respond, Wes dropped her leg to the bed. He pulled out and flipped her on her stomach, pulling her ass in the air. He slapped it hard before he thrust back inside of her. His fingers dug into her hips, leaving marks for sure. She reveled in the thought of him marking her. Mel panted as she gripped the sheets between her fingers. He was reaching new places that no one had ever been. With each drive she was getting closer and closer. Never had she gotten this much pleasure from sex, or was this something different?

“I can feel you. I know you’re close. I want one more. Come with me, buttercup.” His words sent her flying. Her walls clamped down on him making him groan out.

“It’s too much! Fuck! Daddy, I’m coming!” Mel squeaked into the pillow, tears streaming down her face. Wes pumped once more then stilled as she milked everything from him. She could feel the spurts of cum flooding her, making her clench more.

Wes bent, wrapping his arms around her as he peppered kisses along her shoulders. He pushed her sweaty hair from her neck and licked and sucked his way to her ear.

“You’re amazing, buttercup.” His warm breath sent chills through her body. Wes laid on the bed bringing her body with him, never withdrawing from her. He kissed along her neck and told her how proud he was of her.

Mel blushed under his praise.

“You’re adorable. Do you know that? After everything, I can still paint those pretty cheeks red,” Wes purred. He tilted her chin back for his lips to meet hers. Mel closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of his mouth against hers. It was intimate and passionate, leaving her gasping for air as he pulled back.

Wes slipped out of her and she immediately missed the fullness. He slid off the bed, picked her up and walked to his en suite.

“What are you doing?” Mel asked, exhaustion riddled her voice.

“I’m taking care of you, buttercup.” He set her on the cool counter and moved away to turn on the shower. Wes stepped between her legs as she gazed up into his beautiful brown eyes. “That’s what Daddy’s do.”

“So, you’re my Daddy now?” Mel held her breath after she uttered the words. She was scared to hear the answer. Wes chuckled and dropped a kiss to her forehead.

“That’s exactly what I am.”

Wes had set the shower to hot, filling the bathroom with steam, scented salts, and lavender shampoo. He’d set out to care for her, wind down, and check in.

Melody had something else in mind.

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