Page 12 of Trucker Daddy

Slowly, I move my hands. It's not easy; being watched like this is nerve-wracking. My hands are clumsy as they knead the soft flesh. When I pinch my own nipples, it sends a shot of pleasure straight down.

"Mmmm, good girl. Now open those legs. Let Daddy see what's mine."

Oh God. He's going to make me touch myself. My body is hot, and the wetness between my thighs grows with each word out of his mouth. I slowly let my legs fall open, and he leans back, resting his weight on his hands.

"Good girl. Now I'm going to give you what you need, Sienna, but I'm going to give you a choice, darlin'. Mouth or fingers?"

My eyes widen. He wants me to choose? "I?—"

"Choose, baby."

"Mouth." The word is barely a whisper, and his answering smile is feral.

"That's my good girl. Daddy's going to make you come."

The second the words are out of his mouth, he's moving. His body covers mine, and he kisses me again. All his hard edges are gone, and the kiss is softer, sweeter, gentler. He's devouring me, and I'm melting beneath him.

My breath is coming in short pants, and he kisses a trail down my throat and across the top of my chest. He wraps his lips around a nipple, sucking hard and biting gently. It's too muchand not enough. My hands tangle in his hair, trying to pull him closer.

"Patience, Sienna."

The warning is a rumble against my skin. His hand is sliding down my belly, and I know where it's headed. His fingers dip into my wet folds, and a soft cry escapes my lips. He's barely touched me, and I'm already close.

"You're so fucking wet." His words are reverent, and the look he gives me makes my toes curl.

He presses a finger against my clit, and fireworks explode behind my eyes.

"Garrett." His name is a breathless gasp.

"Daddy," he corrects. "You call me Daddy."

"Please." I'm shameless, begging for his touch.

"Such a good girl. You beg so pretty."

Then his finger is gone, and his mouth is on me. His beard is rough against the soft skin of my inner thighs. I've never felt anything like it. The pleasure is intense, overwhelming, and builds quickly. His mouth is wicked, his tongue circling my clit as he slips a thick finger inside me.

"Oh!" I'm so close, I'm right there.

"Not yet, princess. Hold it back."

"Please." The plea falls from my lips, but I do what he says, holding back the orgasm threatening to crash through me.

"You're doing so well. This might be uncomfortable for just a second, but I promise it will all be worth it."

Before I have time to think about what he's saying, he's sliding a second finger in. It's impossibly tight, and when he tries to push deep, something stops him, but he pushes through. I gasp at the sharp twinge of pain, but Garrett is sucking on my clit now, and the pleasure wins out, washing any unpleasantness away.

"There we go. That's better. You're perfect, baby. So goddamn tight. You feel incredible."

My fingers are twisted in his hair, holding him against me. My legs are spread wide, and he's between them, sucking and licking and fucking me with his fingers. He's right. The discomfort is gone, and the only thing left is need.

"Please." The word is a ragged cry. "Please, please, please, Daddy."

"Come, Sienna. Come all over Daddy's face."

The orgasm that hits is so powerful, it's almost painful. I writhe on the mattress, incoherent sounds and pleas falling from my lips. Waves and waves of pleasure wrack my body, and I'm lost in the bliss of it.

When it's over, I'm limp, completely spent.

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