Page 101 of Daddy, Take Me Away
She lifted her thumb to her mouth and started sucking. Smiling, I allowed her the small comfort. I hadn’t grabbed her pacifier on my way out.
A bird chirped in the distance, and she lifted her head to look. I noticed another movement by the river, and tipped her up so she could see below. I pointed out the grazing deer and she gasped in excitement. The doe’s ears raised, but she stayed put.
Tinsley gave happy little wiggles, and my cock hardened against her.
Dammit, not now boy, I’m trying to have a romantic moment with my baby.
She stilled before slipping her hand under the blanket and into my boxers. Fingertips tried to grip my cock, but fell short. An almost silent whine passed through her lips, before I repositioned her on my lap, allowing her to wrap her fist around me.
While she stroked me, I reached under her sleepshirt and ran my hands up her smooth skin.
Her head fell back onto my shoulder and I kissed the side of her neck. Grabbing a nipple in between my pointer and middle finger on each hand, I pulled and twisted them firmly. When she started grinding her ass into my lap, I decided the little game we were playing was over. I stripped her naked under the blanket and slid into her in one thrust.
“Umph,” she groaned, as her body shivered in pleasure. Each leg was spread over one of my knees and her back rested against my front.
“Little one, Daddy needs his hands free to play with your pretty clit. I bet it’s just begging for my attention. Can you ride Daddy?”
It took her a minute to work out the right rhythm, but she got it. I pinched her poor little tit with my left hand and rubbed her clit with my right.
The sexy little sounds that fell from her mouth only spurred us on more.
“Daddy,” she whispered when I slid her forward the smallest bit.
“Right there, baby? Is that the spot?” I growled, rocking my dick against the tiny bump like I knew she loved.
“Please, please. Right there. Please, Daddy,” she begged.
Taking full control, I removed my hand from her clit, and spanked her pussy once.
“Augh!” she cried as she came. I followed her over the edge headfirst into pleasure.
“One more bite?” I asked much later. Several hours had passed since our patio session and we were enjoying some sweets from one of the candy shops on Main Street.
She nodded and I held the candy apple out to her. Her mouth and hands were a mess of red, but I didn’t give a fuck and neither did she. We were living our best life.
She crunched on the apple before pushing it away. “All done.”
“Do you want another sip of water before we get you clean?”
“Lemonade?” she asked, batting her lashes at me.
The lemonade was really an alcoholic frozen lemon drop.
“I don’t know, baby. This is a grown-up drink.”
“Tinsley big!” she exclaimed, patting herself.
The patting is what fucking got me; it was my weakness. Rolling my eyes, I held out my drink and she took a big sip.
“Is good,” she said, going in for another sip. I held it back.
“I think that was enough. How about some water?”
“Share with your friends,” she scolded, reaching for the drink again. Her sweet face was twisted into a frown.
Setting the cup on the ground by the bench, I leaned forward and caught her chin in my palm. “How’s your ass feeling today, baby?”
She froze.
