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“I know,” she says.“He’s just been confronted with all the shit his son and ex-wife have done.And hearing what Kristin went through can’t be easy, either.I just wish I knew how to cheer him up.”
“How does he cheer you up?”I ask.
Her eyes widen as she remembers the yesterday when he dominated her out of a bad mood.I wasn’t there, but I got so fucking hard hearing about it after King went to the police station, I had to spread Ella out on the couch and fuck her, too.
“I don’t think he wants to do any of that right now,” she says, fiddling with the gauzy fabric of her skirt.
I grab her wrist and pull her toward me.Burying my face in the crook of her neck, I whisper, “He doesn’t have to do any of that, princess.Don’t you know—both of us like to watch.”
When I bite her earlobe, she gasps.I love the way her body responds to me.My dick is instantly hard and I push Ella against the kitchen counter, rubbing against her to relieve the aching lust I feel.
“Bash,” she moans.
“Daddy,” I correct her, my voice stern.
“Daddy,” she repeats.
I lift up the hem of her blouse.The warm skin of her tummy is smooth and inviting as I travel my hand up to her breasts.Her lacy bra is a barrier I don’t mind, especially when I scratch my short nails over her nipples behind the fabric and she gasps again.
“Is he watching?”I whisper in her ear.
Her eyes flutter open and she looks past my shoulder.“Yes,” she breathes.
“Good.”I ease her shirt up and pull it over her head, then lower my mouth to her tits.There, I suck and kiss her nipples through the fabric of her bra.She tries to hold my head, bringing me closer, but I grab her wrists and carefully place her hands to each side of her on the counter.“Don’t let go,” I say loudly.“Be a good girl for Daddy.”
She nods, her eyes wide, her lips parted.
I move to her chest again, sucking hard on her nipples, grazing them with my teeth.
“Daddy,” she gasps, then grabs my head again.
“You’re being naughty,” I say, taking her hands yet again and putting them on the counter.“I bet you’re nice and wet now.Is your other daddy watching you?”
She nods.
“You look directly at him.This whole time, I want your eyes on Kingston.Got it, princess?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I leave her bra on, because I like the way the light pink lace looks with damp spots over her nipples.Then I lift up her skirt, hiking it to her hips and pinning it there between her ass and the counter.
“So pretty,” I say, admiring her pink lace panties.I slide them aside and run my finger over Ella’s wet pussy, sliding over her folds and rubbing her clit.
She moans and looks down at what I’m doing.
“Eyes on me,” Kingston says from the living room.
With a gasp, Ella looks past me.“Sorry, Daddy.”
A surge of satisfaction moves through me.He’s watching.He’s into it.Together, Ella and I can help him.
I unfasten my jeans and shove them down enough to free my dick, then I rub the head over Ella’s sweet cunt, coating my tip in her arousal.She’s a little too short to make standing-up sex comfortable, so I lift her up and set her on the edge of the counter.
“There we go, sweetheart,” I say, before plunging into paradise.
“Daddy,” she moans, but it’s not me she’s looking at—it’s Kingston.
I turn her slightly to the side so he can get a better view of our little girl.Fuck, she feels so fucking good.And knowing that our pleasure is also getting Kingston’s mind off of shit is even better.I kiss Ella’s mouth, and down her throat, where I suck on her neck.She keeps her hands on the counter where I put them.Her pussy hugs me tight as I stroke in and out, telling her what a good girl she is, how I didn’t even have to spank her once today but I might spank her later.
