Page 18 of Daddy's Girl

Wants me.

"I've never been more sure of anything," she whispers, and something primal in me roars to life.

But when I shift over her, her eyes widen. Her gaze drops to where I'm straining against my jeans, and I watch her throat work as she swallows.

"I don't know if..." Her voice trails off, cheeks flushing pink. "You're so... big."

The hint of fear in her eyes doesn't make me back off. It makes me slow down. Makes me want to show her how good I can make this for her. How careful Daddy can be.

"Look at me," I murmur, tilting her chin up until those eyes meet mine. "We go as slow as you need. But I'm gonna ruin you for anyone else, baby girl. That's a fucking promise."

Her little gasp makes me harder, if that's even possible.

I kiss her then—really kiss her—taking my time. Tasting the soft whimpers from her lips. Teaching her how to open for me, how to let me claim her mouth the way I'll claim the rest of her. My tongue slides against hers, and she learns quickly, mimicking my movements until she's kissing me back like she was born for it.

"So fucking sweet," I growl against her mouth.

I kiss my way down her body, savoring each new expanse of skin like it's the last meal I'll ever have. Her neck. The delicate hollow of her throat beneath the flannel shirt she was wearing as a nightdress. The inside curves of her breasts where the buttons are undone, fitting perfectly in my palms.

Each touch makes her arch and sigh, making that smile flicker across her face between gasps of pleasure. I tug the shirt open, letting the buttons tear free so that I can lay it open and look at her, admire her, worship her.

"Daddy's going to kiss you everywhere," I tell her, voice dark with promise as I move lower. "Every. Fucking. Inch."

I trail my mouth down her stomach, feeling her muscles jump under my lips. When I reach the soft skin of her inner thigh, she tenses.

"Jack," she whispers, propping herself up on her elbows to look at me, her hair falling around her shoulders. "I've never... no one's ever..."

I pause, my breath hot against her skin. "No one's ever tasted you here?"

She shakes her head, biting her lip. "Is it... do people actually like doing that?"

A laugh escapes me—rough, surprised. "Baby girl, I've been thinking about how you taste since I pulled you from that river."

"But why?" Her curiosity breaks through her nervousness, those intelligent eyes studying me like I'm a puzzle she's trying to solve. "What do you get out of it?"

"Power," I say without hesitation. "Knowing I can make you fall apart. Feeling you lose control because of my mouth." I press a deliberate kiss to the inside of her knee. "Plus, you taste like fucking heaven."

She laughs then—a breathless, nervous sound that turns into a gasp when I nip at her thigh.

"I'm still not sure I understand the appeal," she says, then adds with surprising boldness, "But I'm willing to be convinced."

That fucking smile again, curious and teasing, even as her thighs tremble.

"Challenge accepted," I growl, maintaining eye contact as I lower my mouth to her bare cunt. The first touch of my tongue has her dropping back to the mattress with a shocked sound that's half laugh, half moan.

The taste of her—sweet, slightly salty—still coats my tongue. God, she's sosoft. I rise up on my knees between her legs, the scent of her—wildflowers and something uniquelyher—filling my senses. My tongue flicks out, tasting the slickness, and I groan low in my throat. She's already dripping for me.

Her thighs tremble, and I grip one, feeling her muscles jump under my hand. My dick’s about to snap in half inside my jeans but I’m already obsessed with having my mouth on her hot little girl pussy. "So full, my sweet girl," I murmur, more to myself than to her, but she hears it. The 'my' feels possessive, comforting, a little dangerous. "You're such a good girl, letting Daddy taste you."

She bites her lip, a little blush creeping up her cheeks. She loves the 'Daddy'—it's a safe word, a permission slip for a little indulgence. It unlocks something in her, a willingness to surrender that melts me. If anyone tried to take that surrender from her,anyone, they'd be begging for mercy. I'd tear them apart with my bare hands. She'smineto break, to soothe, to worship.

I plunge my tongue into her opening, testing, feeling, inspecting, slow and deliberate, savoring the tight heat that clenches around me. Her hips buck subtly, trying to meet the pressure, and I hold them open with my thighs, wanting to stretch her, to feel every inch.

"Relax baby, you just lay there and feel good," I growl, my voice rough against her skin. "Let Daddy take care of you."

My free hand slides down her stomach, circling her navel before tracing a line down to her pubic bone. I press my thumb into the swollen flesh, feeling her shudder.

"So sensitive," I whisper, and she gasps.

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