Page 39 of His Princess Brat
Chapter Eleven
Azid
“What is this one?” I asked, plucking a piece of fruit from the breakfast bowl that had been brought to my room at my request.
We were lying in bed together, her sweet naked body stretched out on the sheets with the bowl balanced on her stomach.
“Jackfruit.” She was trying not to giggle and upset the bowl as I walked the sliver of yellow fruit up between her breasts and offered it to her.
“Be a good girl for Daddy,” I seduced.
She obediently held half between her teeth while I rose up over her to take the other half, ending with a kiss. So far, I’d fed her bites of banana, mango, and starfruit like this. Her nipples were tight little buds, showing how much she liked it. I liked it too.
So far, I liked everything we’d done together from the pre-burger blowjob last night, to making love, to sleeping with her curled up in my arms, to waking her gently as the sun came up over the balcony railing so we could have sex again. I could make love to this woman every day for the rest of my life and never get tired of it or her.
“What do you want to do today?” she asked as I offered her another slice of mango.
“What do you want to do?” I countered. Africa was all new to me, I could do anything, and with her playing tour guide, I had no doubt it would be great. Plus, she already had something in mind. I could tell by the slight flush that stole up her cheeks as she tried to pretend to be offhand and casual.
“Well... if you still want to see my horse, we could go for a ride. Of course, we don’t have to do that if you don’t really...”
“I’d love to see your horse,” I said firmly, hopefully squashing that reluctance. “I don’t know about the ride, though. The only horse I’ve ever been on was a plastic one outside the grocery store back home. It took me for a gallop, but only until we ran out of quarters. If you want to go for a ride, I’m more than happy to watch from the barn.”
“I can teach you,” she offered.
I chuckled. “If that will make you happy, I’m game. I suppose it’s only fair too, considering all the riding I taught you last night.”
Grabbing the fruit bowl, she sat up with a squeak that was too much laughter to be real affront.
“Ah,” I warned, halting her mock fit before it could playfully get started. “You don’t want Daddy to start the day by spanking you.”
“So you say.” She pelted me with a piece of banana.
Catching her wrist, I set the fruit on the bedside table and across my lap she laughingly went. Two brisk slaps was all I gave her before my hand stopped to rub her gorgeous ass. From there, my fingers were helpless to do anything but slip into the heated valley between her thighs.
She squirmed, laying her head on her arms on the mattress, relaxing to my touch.
I seriously could make love to her every day and never grow tired of hearing that soft sigh as she shifted her legs a little wider, granting me access to her slick warmth.
“I really do like this,” I said, stroking her bare, sweet folds. They were still swollen and raw from being waxed, but whatever minute discomfort she might have felt at first dissolved when I slipped my fingers around her clit.
I stroked her, captured the nub between two fingers, imprisoning the sensitive head to the mercies of my circling thumb, her bottom rolling a little, her twitching movements now matching my caress.
“I like it too,” she sighed, her eyes closing before pressing her face into the blankets.
“Do you know what else I like?” I gently plucked at her clit, and she shook her head. Releasing her, I let my wet fingers trail through her folds on my wandering way back up between her buttocks until they’d found the dusky rim of her anus. I circled that now instead, and her body tensed in surprise.
