Page 19 of Guiding Little Gabi

She’d despaired of ever again feeling the heat of his skin against hers. He was like a furnace. She hadn’t been warm in six months.

Although the way his long, hard cock was pressing against her pussy made her pass warm, skip hot, and go straight to inferno.

He lowered his mouth to hers once more. Though they’d kissed before, this was unlike any kiss they’d shared. It was on such an entirely different level she hadn’t even known kisses like this existed. It consumed every molecule of her body, every thought in her head, every ounce of her soul.

He trailed one hand down her body to cup her breast. When he ran his thumb over her nipple, she forgot how to breathe. He brushed his lips across her peaked tip and she sucked in a breath so deep it must have taken all the oxygen in the room.

She ran her fingers over the well-defined muscles of his arms and shoulders, reveling in his strength. However, shereveled only until she attempted to pull him down onto her and encountered the power of resistance.

He trailed kisses along her jaw until he reached her ear, making her toes curl and her pussy throb. His voice husky and strained, he whispered, “We’re not moving that fast, little one. There are still things we need to work through.”

Disappointment washed over her. “Don’t you want to make love to me?”

Thinking she could be seductive like the girls in her spicy books, she rocked her hips against his, finding his arousal more than evident. “Oh.”

His lips quirked. “Yes, oh.”

He returned the favor and rocked his hips as well, pressing his cock along the seam of her pussy. If he kept doing that, she would have to change her panties. If she didn’t already.

“No!” The word burst from her when he shifted his weight off her. The loss of his weight and the pressure of his cock was a tangible, palpable thing. She needed it back. Now. “I didn’t mean it. You want me. You want me!” She’d say whatever it took to get him to move back where he’d been.

He tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him. “Desire has nothing to do with my not making love to you tonight, little one. You’ve had a very emotional day, and you need a nap. When you wake up, we’ll grab a bite to eat. I have it on good authority the Italian restaurant here is excellent.”

He didn’t want to escape. That was something, at least.

She scrunched her brow. “I want to feel what it’s like to make love with you again.” Her words came out as more like a whine than she’d intended.

Great job sounding like a grown-up.

She attempted to make up for it by turning to face him and gyrating her hips against him. All that earned her was a scowl.

Tipping her onto her stomach, he landed three hard swats to her bottom, reigniting the fire just starting to subside. Returning her to her back, he said, “Daddy is in charge of what we do and when we do it, naughty girl.”

Well, you can’t say he didn’t warn you–

“Oh, hush,” she silently hissed at Beetlebrenda before concentrating on the man before her. His smile was gentle, yet his jaw was set. That meant he wasn’t changing his mind. Darn it.

“Making love isn’t something I do lightly. It’s not something I’m prepared to do as your resort Daddy. If I put my dick inside that tight pussy of yours again, which I am aching to do by the way, it will be because you want me to be your forever Daddy. Because that’s what it will mean to me, Gabi. Forever.”

He wanted forever? With her? Both her tummy and her pussy clenched at that thought. Her hips rocked again without her consent. How was she supposed to take a nap when he’d gotten her this worked up?

As if he could read her mind, he cupped her pussy over her soaked panties. She almost shot straight up in bed when he pumped his fingers against the opening of her core.

“Oh!” She arched her back off the bed, trying to press her clit against his palm. Her breaths came in gasps. “Oh, Daddy. I… you… Oh!”

A smile tickled his lips. “Are your panties wet, naughty girl? Did someone like her spanking now that it’s over?”

A moan escaped her, and her hips shot up. She would soon be levitating if he kept doing that. “Please, Daddy,” she begged. “Please.”

“Look how wet these panties are. Is this all for me?”

“It is,” she said, crying out when he slipped a finger past the elastic of her panties. “Oh, Daddy, yes! Please!”

He ran his finger along her slit, giving a deep rumble of pleasure before sliding it back out and holding it up for her to see. “Look at how messy you made Daddy’s finger, naughty girl. My girl’s kitty really needs Daddy’s attention, doesn’t it?”

She nodded frantically. “It does. I do, Daddy. I need you. Please.”

He licked her juices from his finger. “Don’t worry, babygirl. Daddy knows how to take care of you.”

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