Page 92 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“Oh, my poor girl, you need it so bad, don’t you? It’s okay, Daddy’s gonna take care of you,” he whispered before nipping my shoulder. His groin brushed over my tender flesh as he lined up with my entrance. One swift thrust and he was seated fully inside me. I dropped my forehead to the mattress and tried to control my trembling. I wanted relief so badly, but I also wanted to come with him—I needed to come with him.
Smack. Smack.
“You feel so good, little one. Your cunt is squeezing me so tight.” He slid one hand around my belly and gently traced my clit twice before wet fingers rested on my stinging cheeks.
Smack. Smack.
More soft circles around my button, followed by two more smacks.
Groaning, I tried not to beg.
“I know you’re holding back for Daddy, you’re being so good for me, baby. We’re going to come on six, okay?”
“Hmmmkay.” I could make it. Maybe.
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three.” He thrusted deep with each count, his fingers playing my clit again. I was so close, right on the cusp of the pleasure I wanted so badly.
“Four.”
“Five,” he growled. A ball of pressure low in my belly threatened to consume me. It was going to be powerful. I fisted the sheets tighter, preparing myself for the oncoming pleasure.
“Six, baby. Shatter for me. Show Daddy how good he makes you feel,” he rasped in my ear.
Like a good girl, I obeyed.
Chapter Four
Elliot
Sleepy grunts and backward wiggles first thing in the morning were uber-precious. Tinsley pushed her warm body deeper into mine. There wasn’t much more room for her to snuggle in since she usually slept pretty plastered to my side. I tightened my hold on her and a happy sigh escaped her mouth.
Something was jabbing me in my ribs and I was pretty sure it was her pacifier shield. We fell asleep so quickly last night, I didn’t even dress her in pajamas, so I had nothing to clip her pacifier onto. I moved slowly, trying to dislodge it without waking my Little one.
“Nu, Dada,” she grumped.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I soothed.
It only took a few seconds for her breathing to even out. I laid there—with the blasted pacifier still stabbing me in the side—for another hour before she stirred again.
Rolling over, she wrapped one arm around my midsection, and threw one leg over mine. I rubbed her back and enjoyed feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin.
“Morning, Dada.”
“Good morning, baby. Did you sleep good?”
“Good,” she answered. Stretching, she lifted her arms above her head and I was given a wonderful view of her pert little tits.
“Well, now it’s an even better morning.” I pressed a kiss between her breasts. My dick pressed against her thigh, but I wouldn’t take her again. She would be too sore.
“Do you feel like going for some breakfast, babygirl? Or would you rather I order in?”
She tapped her chin as she thought. “Go to there.”
“Sounds good, little one. What kinda breakfast food were we thinking?”
