Page 61 of Their Forever Daddy

“Good girl. Daddy’s going to help you get undressed while Edie gets herself situated on the bed.”

It was an order as much for Edie as it was for her, and Jesse’s pussy throbbed in response. From the corner of her eye, she could see Edie’s small, slender form as she climbed up onto the queen-sized bed in the middle of the room.

But then Daddy distracted her with his hands, with the way his fingers deliberately brushed across her skin as he peeled her clothes off. And then he really distracted her by kissing her breathless as he cupped her aching pussy, pressing two fingers up into her soaked sheath and stroking until she trembled in his arms.

“Such a needy little baby,” he murmured, pulling away just enough to brush a kiss across her cheek, then down her neck and across that sweet spot on her collarbone that never failed to drive her wild. “If you can make our pixie girl come before Daddy finishes spanking you, then Daddy will let you come all over his cock when he fucks you. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Good girl. Get on the bed with your ass in the air.”

She’d never hurried to obey an order so fast in her life. As she positioned herself per his instructions, she breathed deep, inhaling the spicy scent of her very first lover. Perhaps it was nostalgia on her part, but she could swear that scent hadn’t changed a single bit in ten years.

“Go on, little outlaw. Show us what that mouth is really meant for.”

Daddy’s order was punctuated by a crisp swat to her upturned ass, and Jesse didn’t waste another second before diving forward and sliding her tongue between Edie’s soaked, swollen folds.

“Oh, god!” Slender fingers tangled in Jesse’s hair as Edie arched beneath her, pressing her dripping pussy more firmly against her mouth. “Fuck that feels so good, babygirl.”

Spurred on by her praise—and another stinging swat to her bottom—Jesse licked her way up to Edie’s clit, praying that what Edie liked hadn’t changed all that much in the time they’d been apart.

And judging by the loud gasps and bucking hips of her woman, it hadn’t. If she hadn’t been so intent on making Edie come, she might have paused long enough to grin.

Through it all, her Daddy continued to spank her, warming her bottom with slow, deliberate swats. Each one built upon the heat of the ones before it, and as the fire in her bottom grew, so did the heat between her legs, until she was pushing her hips back against his hand, desperate for him to touch her there, to give her some kind of relief.

“Not yet, little outlaw. Not until you make our pixie girl scream.”

Edie

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Fucking hell, her girl had a wicked little tongue.

And it was currently driving her out of her goddamn mind with pleasure. Combined with the sound of Grant’s hand connecting with her bare bottom and the sweet little whimpers Jesse was making in response, she was overwhelmed with sensation.

Tightening her hold on Jesse’s hair, she rolled her hips, frantically chasing her pleasure as that wicked tongue worked its magic on her clit. “Harder, baby. God, yes, just like that. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

“She won’t if she knows what’s good for her.” Grant’s low chuckle mingled with another loud smack of his hand across Jesse’s ass. “She doesn’t get to come unless you do. Better get to work, little outlaw, Daddy’s hand is getting tired.”

Obviously spurred on by her Daddy’s threat, Jesse slipped two fingers into Edie’s pussy, hooking them forward and hitting that sweet spot inside her at the exact same time she took Edie’s clit into her mouth and sucked.

Pleasure exploded from her core, pouring like molten lava down her veins. Back arching off the bed, she screamed as the force of it shattered her.

Jesse’s tongue slowed, drawing out Edie’s pleasure without forcing it, until she collapsed back against the pillows, panting and gasping for breath.

“Good girl,” she managed to rasp out, loosening her hold on Jesse’s hair so she could stroke her hand over the soft tresses. She’d taken the wig off in the car, and while Edie thought she’d looked adorable with the blonde waves, she much preferred being able to sink her fingers into her girl’s real hair. “Such a good, sweet girl.”

“Yes, she is. Roll on your back, babygirl, so Edie can play with those sweet little titties while Daddy fucks you.”

Although she was too exhausted from that explosive orgasm to move much, Edie managed to scoot over enough to make room for Jesse to lay beside her. And as Grant had suggested, she cupped one heavy breast in her hand, rolling and pinching the nipple—hard, since apparently their girl liked that—as Grant stripped down to just his boxers.

Holy hell, he was gorgeous. Ripped in a way that spoke of incredible self-discipline, with that sexy little vee that made smart girls stupid disappearing into his shorts.

He glanced over, grinning widely when he found her watching. “Like what you see, little pixie?”

“Yes, Daddy.” The word rolled off her tongue more easily than she’d expected it to. Probably because she spent most of her time with a gaggle of Littles, but also because she was mostly using it to tease him.

Which turned out to be one hundred percent worth it when his eyes darkened with a need so intense it stole her breath. “Keep calling me that, little pixie, and you’ll be the next one riding my cock until you come screaming for Daddy.”

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