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She wiggles on top of me, pouting her pretty lips at me as she wraps her arms around my neck.

I stroke the skin on her back, as she continues to move around on my hardening cock like she’s trying to torture me. I tilt my head at her, “What do you need, angel? Tell daddy.”

She twists her fingers into my hair, her eyes searching mine before she responds, “I want you to play with me.”

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Beckett

Iroll my tongue over my teeth, pressing my forehead against hers to try to calm down. “Yeah? You want me to touch you, angel?”

“I do,” she whispers, her voice quivering with nervous excitement.

I move my hand to the outside of her shorts, rubbing my thumb over pussy from the outside, before slipping them underneath. I hiss when I feel the lace around her panties.

I pull her shorts aside so I can get a better view, and I don’t recognize them. “Are these new panties little girl?” I ask gruffly, as she nods.

“Uh huh. D-do you want to see them?” she offers sweetly.

“Mmm, of course I do, pretty girl. Lay down and show me,” I say, lifting her up off of my lap.

She moves down to her floor, laying down on her back on the rug. She lifts up her hips and pulls off her shorts, as I watch her with rapt attention. Her delicate panties are white, with pink lace around them, and they are lowcut showing off her figure perfectly.

“Those are so pretty, sweetheart,” I coo, running my hands up her thighs. There’s a damp spot on her panties, and I press my thumb against it, rubbing her gently.

I lean down to kiss her, and her fingers thread through my hair again as I continue rubbing her. Her tongue finds mine and I devour her, going from calm and patient, to ravenous, in a heartbeat.

She moans as my thumb moves faster, her hips swirling, “P-please,” she whimpers against my lips, her breaths coming out faster.

“What a naughty girl. Isn’t this enough for you, angel? You want me to take these sweet little panties off of you?” I rasp.

Her eyes light up, and she nods her head adamantly, her hand moving to massage her breasts through her shirt. “Yes daddy. Please,” she whines.

I ignore her pleading, even though my cock is straining the fabric of my briefs to the point I think they may rip. I want to make her wait for it, and see how much she will beg to have me devour her.

I take my hand away from her and she lets out a pitiful whine. Her gaze falls down to my pants as I stand up and unbuckle my belt, pulling them off and kicking them aside. My shirt goes next, and I palm myself through my briefs, watching her legs fall open in invitation.

“Tsk, tsk. Such a horny girl,” I taunt, shaking my head and pulling my briefs off. “What am I going to do with you?”

“You can touch me again,” she offers eagerly, “Just for a little longer.”

I squeeze my cock, clenching my jaw as I come to straddle her legs. I push her shirt up and watch her continue to fondle herselffor a moment as I stroke myself from root to tip, smearing my precum over the head of my cock.

“Just for a little longer. Then we will stop, sweetheart,” I mumble, pressing my cock against her soaking wet panties.

I bite back a groan as she moans, the head of my cock stretching the wet fabric of her panties. “More,” she begs, pushing back against me, needing more friction between us.

“I thought you were my good girl, Selah,” I rasp, rubbing my cock up and down her cloth covered slit. “Good girls don’t beg to be fucked on the floor like little sluts, do they?”

Her eyes light on fire, and she licks her lips, “M-maybe I don’t want to be a good girl right now. Maybe I can be something else,” she says confidently.

I stop moving, my pulse quickening at her words. “You want to be daddy’s little slut?”

She moans, closing her eyes, “Yes,” she breathes.

I clench my jaw, moving her panties to the side slowly. I rub my cock through her wet folds, restraining my desire to plow myself inside of her. “Fuck you’re soaking, sweetheart. You like it when I play with you?” I ask.

“Yes,yes, Beck. So much. I need more,” she moans.

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