Page 5 of Daddy's Always Right

I lick around his cock and try to take more, but my mouth is already stretched wide. I almost pull back in a moment of panic, but Daddy’s hold on me is firm.

“No,” he snaps out. “You started this. Now I can’t let go.” His fingers tighten, but I know he is talking about more than his grip. His next words confirm what my heart suspects. “I was never going to let you go.” Daddy suddenly stands. “And the idea of it”—he thrusts forward and doesn’t stop until he reaches the back of my throat—"pissed me off."

I want to tell him that I would never ask for that. Notever!

My eyes water, but I keep them on Daddy. The more he thrusts in and out of my mouth, the easier it gets to take him. I should have known. He always knows how to make things better for me by understanding what I can handle.

“Look at my little Princess sucking my cock. I always knew you were special.” His praise fills me with pride.

I try to do the things I’ve read about like hollowing out my cheeks the best I can. Daddy reaches down with his other hand and cups my breast over my dress before he pinches my nipples. It's almost painful, but it also brings a jolt of pleasure to my clit. I moan around Daddy's cock while I think about him touching me there. Along with all the other things he'll do to me.

Daddy lets out a few loud groans and then suddenly pulls out of my mouth. To my surprise, he plucks me off the floor as if I weigh nothing and sits me on the edge of the bed. He stands to the side, and before I know what’s happening, he rips open the front of my dress. I let out a gasp of shock because at first I think I did something wrong. His expression is almost scary, but his touch is careful.

He grabs my hand and wraps it around his cock before covering it with his own. Together we stroke up and down a few more times before warm cum starts to pulse out of him and all over my chest. Waves of it splash onto my boobs, and he watches with narrowed focus.

“Oh, Princess.”

“Are you mad at me?” My bottom lip starts to tremble because I’m scared I messed up.

“Never.” He runs his hands over my breast, rubbing his release into my skin.

"Then, um,” I say, licking my lips. “Can I taste it?” I ask curiously.

A small bead of cum is still on the tip of his cock, and it doesn’t look as hard as it did earlier. “You’re going to clean me up.”

“Oh.” My shoulders drop.

“With your mouth,” he orders and I perk back up. “Get me nice and hard again.”

“I can do that.”

At first I was worried that our night might be coming to an end.

“I know you can, Princess,” he says as I lean forward, taking him into my mouth again.

This time, he lets me go at my own pace, but it only takes a few thrusts into my mouth before he’s taking his cock away from me.

“That’s enough,” Daddy orders. “You're a greedy little girl.”

“I’m sorry.” I say but it’s a lie. I’m not sorry at all.

"Such a good girl you are. You can be as greedy as you want with your father's cock, but don't you think I should get a turn?"

“You can do anything you want to me, Daddy.”

“Jesus,” he mutters under his breath. “Are you trying to put me on edge again?”

“I want to,” I admit, and it’s one hundred percent the truth.

“Take everything off,” he says but then stops himself. “Except the socks and panties.” He looks me over and licks his lips. “Then I want you in the middle of the bed. Legs spread.”

I scramble to follow his instructions as quickly as I can. When I’m in the center of the bed wearing only my socks and cotton panties, my cheeks start to fill with heat.

“Don’t do that, Princess.” Daddy says as he puts one knee on the bed. “If I didn’t love your frilly socks and pink panties, I would have told you to remove them.”

I smile at him. Somehow he always knows what I’m thinking.

“I guess that makes sense. You were the one that bought them.” I giggle. The panties have little unicorns on them.

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