Page 28 of Wild Daddy

Her pants are wet enough that they practically peel off her legs. I work her boots off then drag of her socks, then her pants, tossing everything into the corner.

When she's standing in front of me in nothing but cotton underwear, I have to take a deep breath to keep from feeding her every thick inch of me with no prep work which, no bueno. Don’t want to tear her in half. At least, not the first time.

"Come back here," I say, pulling her down to straddle me again. "Better?"

"Warmer," she admits.

"Good." I run my hands over her bare skin, mapping the curve of her waist, the soft swell of her breasts. "You're so fucking perfect."

"I'm not—"

"Don't." I silence her with a kiss that's harder than the first one, more demanding letting our tongues talk for a minute before pulling back. "Don't argue with me about how perfect you are."

She melts into me, her body going pliant in a way that tells me she's finally letting go of whatever wall she's been trying to maintain between us.

"Daddy," she whispers against my lips, and the word goes straight to my cock.

"That's right, little girl." I unhook her bra and toss it aside, groaning at the sight of her bare breasts, the little nipples hardening in the cool air, calling out to be sucked, to be worshiped. "Tell Daddy what you need."

"I need..." She squirms against me, her core pressed right against the hard length of me through my jeans. "I need you to touch me."

"Where?"

"Everywhere."

I start with her breasts, taking one perfect nipple into my mouth while I palm the other. She arches into me, her hands fisting in my hair as I lavish attention on each in turn.

"More," she gasps.

"More what?"

"I don't know. I just... I need more."

"I know what you need." I lift her off my lap and lay her down on the bench, positioning myself between her spread thighs. "You need Daddy to take care of you."

I hook my fingers in her panties and pull them down her legs, leaving her completely bare in front of me. She tries to close her legs, but I catch her knees and hold them open.

"Don't hide from me," I say firmly. "Let me see all of you."

She's beautiful everywhere, but especially here, pink and wet and ready for me. She’s natural too, and I love every curl. I can't resist leaning down to taste her, to run my tongue through her folds and listen to the broken sound she makes when I find her clit.

"Oh God," she pants. "Cade, please."

"Please what?"

"Please whatever you do down there with your mouth, do more."

“You’re turning into a proper greedy babygirl slut for me.” I work her with my mouth until she's writhing and bucking, until her thighs are shaking and she's making sounds that are going to live in my fantasies for the rest of my life. Her body rewards me with mouthfuls of her delicious warmth, and I swallow it down as she calls for Daddy over and over.

“Daddy…”, she moans, her hands pulling at my hair hard enough to hurt. I keep going until she stops shaking, then press soft kisses to her thighs while she catches her breath.

"Holy shit," she breathes when she can speak again.

"Language, little girl."

"Sorry, Daddy." She doesn't look sorry. She looks satisfied and sleepy and completely debauched. "That was..."

"That was just the starter." I stand up and start unbuttoning my damp shirt, still licking my lips, savoring the taste of her. "Now it's time for the main course."

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