Page 21 of Daddy's Heart

“Daddy.” She crumbles in a convulsion mixed with a sob. She’s letting it all go, and I’m here for it. Fucking honored, if I’m being honest. My chest puffs up like she’s just put the gold fucking medal around my neck.

“Such a good girl,” I lick my way up her quivering belly. “So perfect for me.”

Skin flushed, eyes glazed, hair spread across my pillow like my own personal porn channel.

"You're still dressed," she says, a little desperation in her eyes, reaching for my shirt with shaking hands.

I catch her wrists, pinning them above her head with one of mine. The sight of her spread out beneath me, naked and flushed and mine, makes something feral claw at my insides.

I’m never fucking letting her go. I already know I love this girl.

Seven

Emery

"My turn," I whisper, reaching for his belt.

"Baby girl—"

"Please, Daddy. Let me touch you."

Something breaks in his expression, and he stands, letting me work his jeans open with trembling fingers. When I finally free him, he's thick and hard and absolutely perfect.

"Fuck," he breathes when I wrap my hand around him. "Just like that."

I stroke him slowly, learning what makes him groan, what makes his hips buck into my touch. When I lean forward and take him into my mouth, he nearly comes undone.

"Christ, your mouth," he growls, one hand tangling in my hair. "So good, baby girl. So fucking perfect."

I work him with my tongue and lips until he's panting my name.

"Jesus," he gasps, pulling me up for a deep kiss. "You're going to be the death of me."

“More,” I moan against his lips, the flavor of his precum on my breath as I feel his fingers twist into my hair, pushing me down to my knees. I open wide, and he thrusts between my lips.

My teeth scrape down his shaft as I swallow his colossal cock to the back of my throat. His thick head hits my tonsils, sparking a choke reflex I swallow into a wet gasp.

This dick’s a mountain I’m climbing blindfolded, a grueling hike with no trail map. Every inch is foreign terrain: veined, humid and hot as magma. My jaw trembles, but I grip harder with lips and fingers circling his girth, determined to conquer this beast before he breaks me.

His groans fuel my desperation. My fingers dig into his ass cheeks to steady myself, pulling him deeper while my tongue spirals around the crown. It’s so perfect being here like this, his sweat slicking my hands, his scent overwhelming my senses.

I’m a novice drowning in his expertise.

“Christ,” he rasps, fingers coiling in my hair like anchor chains. “Suck harder.”

I obey, teeth grazing sensitive nerves until he bucks against my throat. His hips piston faster now, each thrust forcing me to brace or drown. My pussy clenches with every plunge, juices soaking my thighs as I suck him raw, my free fingers finding their own way down between my legs, rubbing myself desperately in a search for relief.

“Look at you,” he growls, watching me through half-lidded eyes that blaze hotter than his flesh. “Fucking worshiping this cock like it’s your altar.”

His words fuel my greed. I take him deeper until stars burst behind my eyelids, knees buckling under the strain. His cum floods my mouth. Thick and salty it spills from the corners of my lips as I swallow hard, not wanting to waste a drop. His hips stutter against me as he grinds out every drop, filling my throat with primal heat.

When his knees finally start to buckle, he hauls me up by my waist, sweat-slicked bodies colliding. “Good girl,” he says, eyes tracing my face. “You swallowed it all.”

A defiant smirk plays on my lips as I swipe a drop from my chin, popping it into my mouth. “Is there more for dessert, Daddy?”

“Fuck,” he mutters, and I smile as he pulls me against him, settling my head on his chest, his hand absently stroking my hair. “Serious question, babygirl. I need an honest answer. Am I your first?”

I hesitate, just for a moment. But a serious question demands a serious answer. “No. I wish you were. I’ve made mistakes, and that’s one of them.”

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