Page 20 of Daddy's Heart

I’m not sure, but looking at Emery now, open and so fucking beautiful, there is no more control. She’s taken it from me.

“Once I taste this, no one else will.” I widen her legs, holding them steady, wanting to feel her tremble. “Understand?”

She nods, and the sight of her makes me groan. The soft thickness of her thighs framing her pussy, the way her belly curves above where I'm about to feast. Pure fucking perfection.

I lower my mouth to her, devouring the sweetness, inhaling the scent of her. I don’t ease in—my tongue slides up the length of her, pressing against her clit, demanding a response.

Running my hands over the soft skin. These thick thighs, this perfect pussy...

“I could live between your legs." I mumble against her wetness, breathing deep, wanting her down deep inside me forever.

Her hips buck off the bed as I slide the flat of my tongue up and down. I hold her down with one hand on her belly and feast on her like a man starved.

"That's it," I murmur against her. "Let Daddy hear you. Let me know how good I'm making you feel."

She tastes even better than I imagined. Sweet and musky and addictive. I could spend hours between her legs, making her fall apart with my mouth, listening to her gasp my name.

Her thighs clamp down, trying to close around my head. I hold them wide. “What is… oh, please, please. Keep going, Daddy.”

"Good girl," I growl, sucking her clit between my lips. "Come for Daddy. Give me everything.”

“I’ve never—” She stalls, “God, I’ve never—”

I stop, looking up, her eyes are half lidded, but there’s something there, in the lust, something she needs to say.

“Never what, baby. You can tell me anything, especially when I’m between your legs.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“I’ve got your pussy juice on my face, you have your legs spread open for me lying on my bed where no other woman has ever been, you don’t need to be embarrassed about anything, spit it out or I won’t lick this pretty little pussy anymore until you tell me.”

My cock is hard as a steel spike and throbbing. I shift against the mattress, grinding down for some friction.

“What if I can’t…like, come. I told you the other day, that was my first orgasm. I honestly think I’m broken, it’s so hard for me. I just sort of gave up trying. I don’t want you to feel…like it’s not fun for me or you’re not good at it if I don’t—” She twists her face, eyes shut then finishes, “Make me come.”

Jesus. This girl.

“Baby.” LICK. “You.” LICK. “Are.” LICK. “Delicious.”

I reach up and roll her nipple between my fingers.

“Stop trying to come. You’re thinking too fucking much. In fact, I order you right fucking now, just lay there, don’t think, keep these legs open, and understand having my mouth on your pussy is about the closest to heaven I’ll ever get. So, let me lick and suck and play down here like you’re my own personal pink, wet playground. What happens, happens, my ego is not your problem.”

My hand leaves her tit to circle her entrance, collecting the warmth, sliding fingers inside, stretching her tight. Her sex gives a soft squelch.

“Your cunt is happy, orgasm or not, soaking wet and begging for more of Daddy’s tongue.” I growl, licking the sensitive skin above her clit while my fingers pump in and out, nice and tight. “Didn’t even know your cunt could get so wet, did you?”

She answers with a warm gush, soaking my hand and my lips.

“Just let it feel good, baby. That’s all you need to do.”

I take my time. Soft, then harder, nipping, listening to her breathing, the way her body tenses then relaxes, she’s telling me everything I need to know, and my mouth is speaking her language. When I feel the tension in her thighs melt away, I go hard. It’s all clit now, I give it a hero’s effort, whipping my tongue around in circles, then back and forth, up and down until it damn near gets a Charlie horse, but she’s moving with me now, a hand slaps on top of my head, fingers tugging my hair.

She throws her arm over her face her little whimpering cries softening. “I... Colt—"

She doesn’t need to finish. Her body tells me everything. Hips twisting, fingers clawing, her hole clenching around my fingers. Then her back arches, a sharp cry escaping her lips and all that warm sweetness floods my tongue.

Her orgasm is a revelation, and I lap at it while my balls tighten dangerously close to exploding. “Yes, little girl,” I vibrate against her. “Call me Daddy when I’m licking your pussy.”

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