Page 37 of Small Town Daddy

Her reaction was immediate—eyes widening, lips parting slightly. I watched her take me in, her gaze reverential, almost awestruck. "I've never seen . . . it's beautiful," she breathed, licking her lips unconsciously. The compliment sent a jolt of pleasure through me, my cock responding, growing harder under her appreciative gaze.

"Can I touch it?" she asked, her voice soft and reverent, tinged with an edge of disbelief. "I don't feel worthy," she added, almost to herself, her hand hovering near but not quite daring to make contact.

"You're more than worthy," I replied, my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached out, the anticipation hanging in the air like a static charge.

The moment hung heavy between us, the air electric with anticipation. Her hand hovered just above me, fingers trembling slightly as if caught between desire and disbelief. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing the silent command I had given her.

"Go ahead," I murmured, my voice low and steady despite the storm of sensation building within me.

Her touch was tentative at first, barely a whisper against my skin. But even that light contact sent a shiver racing up my spine. She exhaled sharply, her breath warm on my thigh, and I watched as she traced her fingers along my length, exploring every ridge and curve with an awe that was almost palpable.

"Wow," she breathed, eyes wide as she looked up at me through long lashes. "I wish I could touch myself," she admitted, her voice laced with longing. “But I want this to be all about you.” There was a determination in her gaze—this moment was mine, and she was committed to making it unforgettable.

"Can I squeeze it?" she asked, licking her lips like it was a tempting dessert.

"You may," I allowed, struggling to keep my cool. Inside, everything screamed at me to let go, but I held on, savoring the exquisite torture of her touch.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said, reverence in her tone. Her grip tightened slightly as she began to move, experimenting with the rhythm, pulling back my skin with gentle tugs. Each stroke threatened to unravel me, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

"Good girl," I managed to say, though how I formed words was beyond me. Her movements were cautious yet confident, the perfect combination of innocence and expertise.

I fought to control myself, not wanting this experience to end too soon. Her eagerness, her willingness to please, was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. And as she continued, my entire world narrowed down to the feel of her hand and the warmth of her gaze.

"I can't wait to taste you," she moaned, eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my heart race. Her voice was thick with desire, each word dripping with longing. "It looks so good. Thick and long and perfect."

"Not yet," I murmured, struggling to maintain control. The anticipation was exquisite, a tight coil in my gut. "What about my balls? Can you play with my balls?"

"Please," she pleaded, the word slipping from her lips like a prayer. Her touch was light, tracing delicate patterns over them, sending shivers down my spine. My hips jerked involuntarily, a low moan escaping me.

"Good girl," I praised, feeling the tension build inside me as her hand moved faster, her grip more assured. Her movements were precise, expert even, each pump perfectly calculated to drive me wild.

"I love this cock," she whispered, leaning in close. Her breath was warm against my skin, and the scent of her filled my senses. "Smells so good, Daddy."

She scattered kisses across my thighs, wet and lingering, intensifying the pulse of heat coursing through me. Each kiss left a trail of fire, and I fought to keep myself grounded. Her lips brushed my stomach, then lower, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

"God, Lucy," I groaned, unable to contain the raw pleasure coursing through me. She was relentless, and I was helpless against the tide of sensation threatening to drown me. My world narrowed to the feel of her mouth, her hands—every nerve ending alive and screaming for release.

"You're driving me crazy," I admitted, voice thick with need. But I didn't want it to end, not yet. Not when every second was pure ecstasy, not when she was doing such a damn good job of unraveling me piece by piece.

"Please, Daddy, I wanna taste."

Lucy's voice was a sultry whisper that made my heart race. Her eyes were full of need, and the way she looked at me—like I was her everything—was almost too much to bear. I hesitated,savoring the moment, letting the anticipation build until even I couldn't stand it anymore.

"You can taste," I said finally, my voice rough with desire. "You've earned it."

She didn't wait for another word. Her tongue traced the length of my shaft, slow and deliberate, from base to tip. Each stroke sent shivers racing through my body, igniting every nerve ending. The warmth of her mouth, the wetness—it was heaven.

"You taste so good," she breathed, her lips barely leaving my skin. Her reverence was intoxicating. "I want you in my mouth, but I just don't know if you'll fit."

"Don't worry, Baby girl," I growled, the words coming out low and primal. "We'll make it fit."

As she took me into her mouth, a wave of sensation crashed over me. Soft, warm, wet—she enveloped me completely. My head fell back, eyes closed, lost in the overwhelming pleasure. She drooled all over me, the slick warmth adding to the intensity.

Then she started to suck, skillfully, rhythmically. She took me deeper, inch by inch, until I was sure she'd reached her limit. But no, she pushed further, determined to take all of me. She gagged once, a reflexive spasm that only heightened the sensation, sending a bolt of electricity straight through me.

"God, Lucy," I groaned, forcing myself to hold back. I didn't want this to end—not yet. Every movement of her mouth, every flick of her tongue, was an exquisite torture. I was teetering on the edge, desperate to let go, but knowing I had to stay in control.

Lucy let out a long, low moan, and it rippled through me, intensifying the tight coil of desire in my core. Her voice was a sultry whisper that wrapped around me like a second skin. "Oh, Daddy," she purred, each word dripping with want. "This is making my pussy so wet. I feel like I'm leaking."

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