Page 14 of Daddy's Heart

“Colt—”

“Uh-uh.” I cover her hand with mine. “Daddy. I’m going to help. You lay back. Move your fingers, show me what feels good, I’ll just…help things along.”

She settles, her wet warmth tickling at the sides of my fingers where they mirror hers.

She works her clit, soft, then down, and back, down and back.

“It’s...” She groans but not in an edge-of-pleasure sort of way. “Just forget it.”

“No fucking way,” I bark back, applying pressure to the backs of her fingers with my own. “Try this.”

I guide her back to her hard little stubborn nub. “Eyes on me.”

I work her fingers with mine, harder than she did, faster, then slower, watching her body, feeling her shift and melt. Her lids flutter, once. Twice.

More pressure, more sounds of that glorious wetness, that fucking scent.

“Daddy thinks you’re the prettiest good girl he’s ever seen.”

More wetness.

Now we’re talking.

I mesh my fingers with hers now, so her silky wetness seeps between our digits as I stroke up and down, then work that clit like it needs.

Hard. Grinding it. “You like being on display for me, don’t you?”

She answers with a little chirp as she starts to move her fingers faster under mine. Finding that spot, that sensation.

“There we go. Put Daddy’s fingers where they feel good, baby. Don’t be ashamed. I love watching you.”

A moan. I keep her eyes on mine, my dick ready to snap in two, but I don’t stop. Don’t break our eye contact.

“Oh God.” She starts to twitch, fingers twined together, working a little, demanding circle.

“Right there? I’ll remember that special spot for next time. It will be Daddy’s lips down here, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? To know how that feels…”

That’s it.

Her orgasm hits. It’s not a twisting, bucking, life changing cataclysmic one, but I’ll take it. For now.

I open the box, swipe frosting onto my fingers, and press them to her lips.

She licks them clean, dazed.

“I brought you a cupcake,” I say as her focus returns.

“From that bakery that’s always sold out by the time I get there?”

I nod. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll hook you up. I got connections in this town.”

I stand up, lean over and kiss her temple.

“I could stay,” I whisper. “But if I do, I won’t stop. And you’re worth waiting for.”

All of that is true, but there’s something else. I want her trust. I want her to realize her pussy is a masterpiece and I can’t wait to hang my hat there for the rest of my life, so to speak, but she’s so much more.

I want it all with this fucking girl, but I need her to understand that. Down to her marrow. I’m not here for a fuck, I’m here for a life. I’ll know when she’s ready. Until then, it’s blue balls and frustration for this cowboy.

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