Page 19 of Daddy's Girl

I pull back slightly, circling her clit with my tongue, sucking and licking until she's trembling beneath me. Her inner lips are swollen and pink, slick with want. I love the way she tastes—like honey and heat, like a secret I've been keeping for years.

"Harder, Daddy," she breathes, her fingers digging into my hair.

I oblige, increasing the pressure, swirling my tongue through her heat until she's writhing beneath me. Her legs tremble, and her back arches off the mattress. "Oh, Jack," she moans, her voice ragged.

I buck my hips against nothing, air humping for some fucking relief but soon enough I’ll get what I need I tell myself, but that inner animal wants to fucking breed this little lamb like like a rabid lion.

I run my thumb in tight spirals around her clit, feeling the pulse beat beneath my fingertips. Her hips lift, meeting my rhythm, and I groan in satisfaction. "You like that, my little princess?"

She doesn't answer, too lost in the sensation. Her breath comes in ragged pants, and her eyes are half-closed. I lap up every drop of her arousal, savoring the taste.

Finally, she spills over, a shudder racking her body. Her thighs clamp around my head, and she cries out my name. Not my given name, the name that’s just for us. That defines who I am to her from now on. "Daddy—"

But I'm not done yet. Not by a long shot. I rise up, keeping my mouth clamped around her, and move to straddle her, knees bracing her hips. The view is devastating. It feels almost scandalous, the way her legs are open for me, the way she welcomes my touch. Like she's been waiting for this all her life.

"Turn over, my little girl," I order, my voice thick with need. She rolls onto her back, offering me her body, her thighs spread wide, and I kneel between her legs, one hand braced on the mattress, the other circling her hip.

Her skin is flushed, hot to the touch. I press a kiss to the small of her back, feeling her shiver. "Spread wider, my sweet little girl," I command, and she obeys, her thighs parting easily.

I run my hand down her back, feeling the muscles tighten beneath my palm. I press my thumb into the soft flesh just above those sweet little dimples above her ass, feeling her gasp.

"So sweet," I murmur, and she gives a little ticklish shiver.

My fingers slide lower, tracing the curve of her hipbone before settling on the swell of her ass. I cup her cheek, feeling the smooth, warm flesh. "Beautiful," I murmur, and she bites her lip.

I press my mouth to her ass cheek, gently biting the soft sweetness of her skin. I nibble and lick, working my way to the prize, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes.

Her breath hitches, and her hips begin to sway. I run my tongue down between the halves of her butt, while tracing the delicate skin between her legs with a finger.

"Daddy," she moans, her voice laced with desperation.

I plunge two fingers inside her, stretching her, savoring the tight resistance as I press my tongue to the tight cinched skin of her asshole. Her muscles clench around my fingers, and I groan in satisfaction as she begins to quiver.

I work my tongue around her ass, licking until she's trembling beneath me. Her hips shift, meeting my rhythm as I drive my fingers deeper.

"Cum for Daddy," I demand, my voice muffled in the crack of her ass. "Now."

She doesn't hesitate. Her body tenses, her muscles clenching around my fingers, and she spills over, a shudder racking her body. She ismine.

When I lift my head, she rolls over in a boneless heap. I watch her chest heaving, her eyes wide with wonder.

"Still questioning the appeal?" I ask, unable to keep the smugness from my voice.

She laughs, the sound dissolving into another tremor of pleasure. "I think I get it now." Then, with surprising playfulness: "Is that something I could learn? To do that to you?"

The image of her mouth on me nearly makes me lose what's left of my control.

"Jesus, girl," I groan. "You're going to be the death of me."

"But a good death, right?" she teases, and the fact that she can joke with me like this—naked, vulnerable, yet somehow fearless—makes me want her even more.

"The best," I agree, crawling back up her body to kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips. "But Daddy needs his little girl right now. He needs her to be good and let him inside."

"Please," she begs, reaching for me. "I can be good, Daddy."

Seeing her like this—flushed and desperate and smiling through her pleasure—nearly breaks me.

"It might hurt at first," I warn her, unfastening my belt. She watches in wonder as I push the button through its loop and let my jeans fall apart. Delaney licks her lips at the sight of my cock standing up proud. "But I'll make it so good for you after, baby. Promise."

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