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I looked down at him, confused, as he settled against the pillows.
“Well?” he asked, looking up at me.
“I’m confused.”
“I want you right here, princess. One thigh here, one thigh here.” He gestured to the pillow on either side of his face.
“You can’t be serious,” I scoffed, wide eyed.
“Straddle Daddy’s face babygirl, or I’ll pull you up here myself. Either way, that pussy is going right over my mouth.”
“I’ll crush you!”
“That’s it. New rule. The next time you say you’ll crush me, you’re getting a spankingandI will force you to say three nice things about yourself every morning.”
“No!”
“On the phone with me.” He grinned mischievously.
“Daddy!” I whined.
“Get that perfect cunny up here on my face, or I’ll change it to saying them on video chat every morning.” With a grumble, I situated myself over his face, hovering carefully as I gripped the headboard.
Daddy chuckled. “I’m not made of glass, baby girl.Sit.And remember, do not cum until I give you permission. Ah ah ah, don’t interrupt. I promise you will know when it’s time. Now, be a good girl and sit on Daddy’s face.”
His arms wrapped around from behind and below, over my hips so his hands could clutch my inner thighs, and Ieepedas he forcibly pulled me down onto him. My lower lips met his open and waiting mouth, and his tongue lapped at me from my cunny up my slit, finally hitting my already over-sensitized clitty.
I gasped and shuddered, and instinctively tried to lift back up, but Daddy’s powerful arms held me helpless in his vice-like grip. His tongue continued moving over and inside my folds like magic, pulling moans and whimpers from deep within my soul. Within moments, I felt myself right back on the verge of cumming, but I gripped the headboard with white knuckles and silently promised myself I wouldn’t let myself go until he gave me permission.
“Mmmmmm…” Daddy’s groan of pleasure and naked lust added vibration to his mouth as he continued pleasuring me, and I began rocking forward and back, truly riding his face. I felt his answering chuckle more than heard it and blushed a deep crimson as embarrassment threatened to overwhelm me. Still, I couldn’t help myself. I rode him, faster and harder, feeling my slickness coat his cheeks as he buried himself in my cunny, lapping and laving against my folds like a man dying of thirst. I began mewling pathetically, so hard was it to hold back.
“Please… please, Daddy. It tingles so much. Daddy, I can’t stand it. I need cummies. I need it too much.” Begging pathetically, mortification flooded me as the embarrassing words fell from my lips. But I didn’t care. All I could think of was my need. A need only Daddy could satisfy. I need him. I needed this.
“Mmhmm,” Daddy murmured a firm, affirmative sound, and tapped my inner thigh with one hand. I instantly understood that he was finally giving permission. I rocked back and forth faster still, heaving deep, panting breaths, as I felt myself falling over the edge.
As I crested into my orgasm at last, my head fell back, eyes closed, and I let out a primal, childlike, unintelligible scream of pleasure as my entire body shook violently from the strength of the pleasure Daddy had allowed me. It was easily the most intense orgasm of my life. I wasn’t sure how I even stayed upright, much less avoided suffocating Adam entirely.
Some seconds or minutes later, Daddy laid me back down on the bed, curled on my side with my knees pulled up against my chest, shivering with the aftershocks of pleasure as he stroked my hair and arm with a caring tenderness that threatened to bring tears to my eyes.
He spoke softly, gently, just like a good Daddy does after their little has fallen apart for them.
“Come, little one. It’s time for your bath. All good princesses deserve bubble baths.”
Chapter Eleven
Daddy washedme from the top of my head to the tips of my toes with such tenderness and careful attention, it took my breath away. He had even used a jug to let water run over my hair, rinsing every sud from my long locks.
After he had bathed me to his satisfaction, he slipped into the bath behind me, holding me close in a comfortable silence I had not known I was missing from my relationships.
I lay back against Daddy’s chest in the warm water of the bath. This bathroom was bigger than my entire bedroom at my apartment. I could move all my things into this room and be a happy camper for a long, long while. Especially with a tub like this one.
“Is that something you want?” I asked at some point in our quiet soak, ignoring the nerves that settled over me at asking such a question. It wasn’t common, in the kink world, to find someone who was okay with being sexual during age regression. It was something I wanted so desperately, but found it almost impossible to actually talk about. The sense of rejection — and occasionally revulsion — I had been met with the few times I had managed to bring it up in the past still stung when I thought about it for too long.
“Iswhatsomething I want?” His hand still moved the washcloth over my body beneath the water’s surface, no longer cleaning me, just adding soft touches and sensation.
“Being sexual during our… play,” I admitted after a deep breath. There was something here, and I knew that if I wanted to truly see if we were compatible, honesty was important.
His hand stilled beneath the water as he processed.
