Page 28 of Daddy, Take Me Away
Her hands never left him, alternating between caressing his face, his arms and his back, and gripping his shoulders so tightly that her nails dug into his skin. It didn’t hurt. Quite the contrary. He wasn’t submissive or masochistic, not by a long stretch. But for his baby girl to rake him with her kitten-claws sent his dominant side soaring. He could not help himself. If her needy Little half wanted to feel Daddy’s authority and control even in the intimacy of sex, he was more than happy to give her what she needed.
He needed it too.
Three times in rapid succession, he pumped hard into the cradle of her eager hips. By the last, she was humping her hips up to meet the bump of his. Her back arched; her bottom grinding into the bedsheets. His cock hurt, it was so hard, and these gray sweats were far more confining than the loose fabric should have allowed. He had to get them off, now, leaving no more boundaries between his flesh and hers.
She grabbed at the waistband of his pants; he grabbed her wrists in both hands, briefly crushing her under his weight, before pinning them to the bed above her head.
“Daddy is in charge,” he growled when she groaned out her frustration. “Especially in bed.”
She thrashed her head from one side to the other, and her voice was all big girl Chloe when she cried, “Daddy… please!”
“Please what?”
That delicate pink blush was wandering over her, flushing from her cheeks, down her neck to stain her chest and breasts. Her nipples were hard as diamonds, and everytime she arched, she thrust them upwards, as if beckoning his mouth to come and drink.
Already his mouth was watering and his balls drawing up tight as his cock twitched. He was so hard already. He needed to be inside her, but his will was stronger than his own need to have her. Not until after he'd reduced her to little more than a limp, exhausted, thoroughly pleasured submissive.
His cock had other plans. It took everything he had not to shove himself all the way up inside her, but gritting his teeth and with the help of his free hand, he stroked the tip of him up and down along her slit, parting her juicy folds to bathe himself in the flood of her arousal.
It had been so long, but it wasn't any of his past Littles he was thinking about as he grabbed her right buttock, squeezing just to hear her whimper, before hoisting her knee to his hip. She obediently wrapped both legs around his waist, her ankles crossing behind his buttocks, her heels nudging into the crack of his ass as she tried to make him move. He knew what she wanted, and it wasn't “no”.
He wanted to take his time, to worship her body like she deserved, but he just couldn't. It had been too long and his normally rock-hard self-control just wasn't there. Not with Chloe.
God, he knew better than this.
Shoving up off her, he released her wrists. “Lift your legs,” he ordered. “Hold them up, hands beneath your knees. That's a good lassie. Right up to your chest, just like that.”
His mouth hungered, his eyes never left the glistening pink of her weeping sheath.
“Daddy?” she whimpered, but he wasn't interested in protests born of shyness. She was his now, and eating at the “Y” was one of his favorite things. And really, what was the likelihood that no one had done this with her before?
Not possible. She was just too beautiful in the throes of pleasure to have a pussy so unnaturally neglected.
He lowered himself to lie between her splayed legs, caressing the inner slopes of her thighs to keep from snapping them closed with his head trapped in between. And yet, like the submissive she was, she obeyed the wordless pressure of his hands and opened her legs as wide apart as they would go. She was already panting, her eyes closed, her head back and anticipation so high she was trembling.
So was he, for that matter.
Lowering his head, he opened his mouth and stole that first long-awaited taste. Salty sweet heaven flooded his mouth, soothing his overly aggressive dominant side, the one now whispering to him to take her hard. To pound her into the mattress until neither one could move, and then keep right on pounding just to see how many times he could make her come before she passed out in his arms.
One time would never be enough; a lifetime just might not be enough, so why did that make his hunger for her grow, instead of his panic?
He knew better than this. He didn't want to hurt her, but that was a very real possibility. If he stayed with her. Slept beside her. Had a nightmare and woke up swinging, just to clock the most perfect Little that he'd yet met right in the jaw.
“Daddy… Daddy…” She whimpered, thrashing her head from side to side, her fingers digging into the softness of her thighs as she struggled to keep from snapping them shut each time he licked, buckled, utterly consumed each drop of liquid pleasure as it came flowing onto his tongue, just like the godly nectar it was.
He would never get enough of her, and yet he knew better than to try turning this attraction into a relationship. He'd sooner cut off his own arms than hurt her. Apparently, he wasn't ready to cut off his dick for the same reason.
His tongue twirled her pretty little clit, and every muscle in her thighs tightened.
“Open your legs,” he ordered when they clamped onto his head.
She obeyed, her body shuddering with need, her breathing little more than tiny hitching gasps that exhaled into shivery moans that made his cock twitch. He punished her anyway, laying three gentle, yet crisp slaps directly to her glistening pussy folds.
Her back arched, her immediate shout of surprise reverberating through the bedroom. She almost snapped her knees together, but he saw her catch herself just in time. Her battle for obedience spurred his hunger for her that much higher.
“Spread them,” he purred, and whimpering, she did.
He gave her another set of three gentle slaps and watched as she squeaked and squirmed, grinding her bottom against the mattress. The sound of each impact was wet, however, and his fingers came away glistening with the sweetest of feminine nectar. He licked the taste from his fingers, growling as his own need grew by leaps.
