Page 23 of Zale's Little Girl
Quickly, she followed his instructions. Watching his expression as he removed the garment completely, Pippa treasured the hungry look on his face that deepened as he admired her. He flung the bra to the side and cupped her breasts. His thumbs rubbed over the taut peaks.
“You are so beautiful, Pippa. I am a very lucky man.”
Before she could answer, he pressed hot kisses to her throat and lower until his mouth finally closed around one tip. Zale rolled it between his lips before drawing it with increasing pressure into his mouth. The sensations inside her grew as well, and Pippa rose onto her tiptoes to get closer to him. The faint taste of pain fueled the fire inside her even hotter. No one had ever turned her on like Zale did.
Wanting to return the pleasure he lavished on her, Pippa trailed her fingers down to the waistband of his athletic briefs. She froze when she encountered hot flesh poking from the elastic band.How long is he?She traced the velvety head of his cock and dipped her hand underneath.
His hand moved quickly to wrap around hers as his mouth pulled away from her breast with an audible pop. The sucking sensation made her gasp as she tried to divide her attention between her pleasure and his control.
“Do you have permission to touch Daddy’s cock, little girl?”
“Is that a thing?” she asked, completely baffled.
“Daddy is in charge, kitten. I will let you play later. Right now, I need you naked.”
Before she could respond, he removed her hand from his briefs and lowered himself to one knee in front of her. Zale unfastenedher skirt and stripped the rest of her clothing and shoes off. Pippa stood nervously as he ran his hands over her hips.
“Damn, you are breathtaking.”
Zale pressed a kiss to her mound and stopped to inhale her scent in a move so animalistic it made her heart beat faster. She gripped his shoulders for stability, drawing his attention.
“Are you okay, Pippa?”
“Not if you don’t hurry this up,” she told him.
His deep chuckle made her stomach flip-flop inside. He rose smoothly to his feet and cupped her chin to kiss her lightly. “I’m not going to rush through this, little girl. I plan to savor every second.”
Dropping his hand, Zale pushed his pants and briefs down his legs. He stepped out of them quickly and yanked off his socks. Zale stalked forward as she tried to memorize his powerful form.
“Oh!” she exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up. Pippa held on as he carried her into the walk-in shower and under the massive showerhead. The warm water cascaded over her sensitized skin as he gently set her feet on the tiles. Pippa tilted her head back in the water, pushing her hair back from her face. She didn’t want to miss a second of this.
“Help Daddy get clean,” he requested, taking her hand and pouring silky liquid soap into her palm.
She hesitated a fraction of a second before spreading it over his lightly furry chest. The silky and rough warmth of his skin under her fingertips captivated her, and she explored his hard muscles eagerly. The scent of the suds suited him. Spicy and woody. She inhaled deeply.
“Kitten, you’re going to smell like me. We’ll bring your girly stuff in here next time,” he said, as he lathered her as well.
“I don’t mind having your scent on me.”
Hunger flared in his gaze as he considered that statement and obviously enjoyed the thought of marking her with his aroma. His hands lingered on her curves. She realized he was searching for sensitive spots that she enjoyed when he returned to those places that sent a quiver through her. Pippa had never met anyone who focused more on pleasing her than on his own experience.
Holding his gaze, she lowered herself to her knees in front of him to wash his muscular thighs and lower legs. The sight of his thick shaft at eye level made her swallow hard. She started to wrap her fingers around his erection, but hesitated.
“May I touch you, Daddy?”
“You have my permission, kitten. When I ask you to stop, you must obey immediately.”
Pippa nodded eagerly and wrapped her soapy hands around him. Sliding her hand from tip to root and then in reverse several times, she treasured his deep groan. Encouraged, she continued to explore and cupped his balls. She knew to treat them gently.
“Enough, Pippa.” He lifted her to her feet and finished washing, seeming completely at ease with her presence. He rinsed the suds from his body before focusing on her.
“My turn to finish your bath,” Zale announced, pouring more fragrant soap into his hand.
When he lathered her legs, she moved them apart automatically. Her breath caught in her lungs as he spread the suds over hermound. His touch became more intimate as he glided his fingers along her cleft, dipping inside her folds.
“You are so hot, little girl. So slick,” he complimented her before turning her into the spray to rinse the soap away.
He held Pippa in place as he cleaned between her buttocks. He pressed softly against that small opening as his fingertip glided over it. “Daddy will touch all of you, kitten. Nothing is off limits to me.”
