Page 37 of Blade

“Yeah, Daddy.Home.”

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“Can I help?” Eloise asked, bringing her princess plate and pink sippy cup to the dishwasher.

“I’ve got it, baby. Why don’t you go have a hot shower?”

She loved the jets in my shower and had told me as much several times.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, darlin’.”

“Will you come join me when you’re done?”

I looked up from the dishwasher and smiled. “That sounds like a great night.”

She flushed, but nodded.

I watched as she walked away before turning back to load the dishwasher at rapid speed. My cock was already pushing against my zipper.

Jogging up the stairs, I grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and stepped into the bathroom. The steam on the shower glass distorted how beautiful her naked body was, but I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Stripped off, I stepped into the shower.

“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous.”

She boldly came closer and I put my hand on the small of her back. “You’re so big,” she said, rubbing her hands over my shoulders.

My cock bobbed between us and she looked down. “You’re big all over.”

Kissing her mouth, I turned her around pressing her back to my front. I cupped her breasts in my hands and rolled hernipples. She rested her head back against me and I skimmed my lips down her neck.

I loved the way she panted as I plucked and pulled her nipples. Releasing one, I used my free hand to cup her cunt in my hand. Like before she was soaked. Rubbing her clit with one finger, I held her open with the other. Her hand came back between us and she gripped my cock in her fist, stroking slowly.

“Blade?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Who am I to you, Eloise?”

“Daddy,” she cried out as I worked her nipple in between my fingers.

“Yes, darlin’?”

“Please fuck me. Please.”

“Are you sure, baby? We can always wait.”

“No, please. Please fuck me here, right now,” she begged. “Make me yours.”

Reaching up, I moved to turn off the water, but her hand covered mine. “Here? In the shower please? Don’t make me wait.”

“Stay right there,” I commanded, stepping out of the stall and grabbing a condom from my wallet. Sliding it on my dick, I stepped back in the shower. She stood where I’d left her.

“Good girl,” I praised.

I turned her to face me and then backed her up against the wall, touching it to make sure it wasn't too cold first.

Lifting one of her legs, I placed it on my hip.

“If you need to stop, you tell me, okay?”

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