Page 39 of Protected By Her Daddy

“A little longer, baby girl. Hold on for me.”

“Umph… I can’t… I don’t…” I’m babbling now, barely aware of what I’m saying.

“You can. You will.”

His tongue flicks my clit in a whisper of a caress, but it’s enough.

“Oh, God, I’m sorry! I’m coming… I’m coming… Gabe!”

My orgasm crashes over me in a blinding tsunami of rapture. Pleasure rolls outward in waves from my core, pulling every muscle taut and hardening my nipples to painful points.

The blindfold is removed, and then Gabe is kissing me hard and deep, his tongue sparring with mine.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I couldn’t stop it,” I huff when he lets me up for air.

“That’s the whole point,” he says softly, smoothing my tousled hair from my face. “Taking you to the edge as many times as possible until you can’t take any more. Makes your orgasm that much more powerful.”

I grin. “It nearly blew the top of my head off.”

Gabriel chuckles, nuzzling into my neck, and I’m suddenly aware of his hard cock pressing against my stomach. He tenses as I reach between us to stroke him. Does he like it? Before I can ask, he thrusts himself into my hand.

“Fuck, Wren,” he groans.

He feels vibrantly alive as I hold him lightly. And big. No wonder my first time was painful. His breath is unsteady, his expression tormented as I curl my fingers and grip him tightly. He shudders and lowers his head to my shoulder, muttering unintelligibly.

“Roll onto your back,” I murmur.

I wait for him to refuse, to take control like he has so far, but he does as I ask. He’s beautiful, spread out for me like a banquet, his cock straining toward his stomach from a dark nest of hair, his balls heavy beneath. I straddle his hips and grip him again, tightening and releasing my hand as I slide it up and down his shaft.

Driven by curiosity and desire, I take the weight of his sac in the palm of my other hand, kneading it gently and discovering the firm stones inside.

“Jesus. Fuck,” he grunts as if he’s in pain.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“God, no,” he rasps, raising his hips. His eyes burn into mine. “Grip me harder.”

Changing the pressure, I draw my hand upward to the tip. He jerks as my thumb circles the drop of liquid that beads on the crown.

“Can I taste you, Daddy?”

His throat bobs as he swallows. “Fuck, yes. Suck Daddy’s cock like my good girl.”

My pussy throbs at his words, and I moan. Who knew that giving him pleasure would turn me on so much?

Bending forward, I lick the tip, and his pre-cum coats my tongue. Not gonna lie—it’s not Belgian chocolate, but it’s not bad. Salty. Earthy. Musky. I wrap my lips around him and slowly slide my mouth down his length, taking as much as I can. His fingers tangle in my hair, and my dominant husband is back as he controls my movements. I pick up my pace, ignoring the ache in my jaw as I bob up and down.

“Ah, little bird. You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed about having you suck my cock,” he says hoarsely.

I mumble a reply, flattening my tongue against the vein running underneath as I slide my mouth all the way up.

Gabriel tugs my hair, and I release him with a pop. “No more, baby girl, or I’m going to explode down your throat. I want to be inside you when I come.”

“Like this?”

“Like this.” He nods. “You’ll have more control.”

My smile is teasing. “You’re giving me control?”

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