Page 33 of Daddy's Protection
Okay, there’s no mistaking this,she told herself.Unless I’m dreaming…
“Daddy will give you a… special massage. It’ll help relax you. But then you have to go right to sleep. How does that sound?”
She could barely croak out a response as she writhed on the bed. “Please, Daddy.”
One of his powerful arms slid under her. The other snaked up his body where he gently caressed her face.
His words were soft and gentle. “Sweet girl, you just lay back and let Daddy take care of everything. You’ll fell all better soon.”
She was immobilized and speechless as he moved closer. His lips landed on her forehead and delivered two kisses before they moved down to her lips.
The kiss was long but gentle.
Cami’s body shook in delight as Isaiah’s hand slid inside her pants.
“Do you want to hold Daddy’s hand, honey?”
She managed a nod but that was about all she could do.
With his arm still under her, he brought it all the way around, holding her tightly, and putting up a hand for her to grip.
When they touched, Cami swore she felt a jolt of electricity surge through her body. It intensified as he traced her slit.
Her breath caught in her throat. She gripped his hand hard, bracing herself for that moment when he broke through and plunged inside.
But it never came. Instead, he continued to trace maddening lines up and down, all while smiling teasingly.
“Daddy!” she cried.
Gosh, it felt so good to say that word. To call him that.
Daddy.
Was he really? Would this last or was Isaiah just caught up in the moment and the temptation of having a woman in his bed?
Surely he’d change his mind in the daylight when he saw her better once again, realizing she wasn’t the skinny, sexy type that?—
She interrupted her own thoughts. Now wasn’t the time to spiral.
It was the time to just close her eyes, relax, and let Daddy take care of her needs.
Those needs were growing intense, too.
Heat radiated between her legs. She spread them more. Pressure was mounting in her core. Her arms trembled.
Daddy had mercy on her.
His finger found her sensitive pearl and massaged it, so lightly at first that it only barely registered—little moments of pleasure shocking her as she began to whimper.
But then Daddy increased the intensity. That pressure in her core grew. She writhed on the bed. A spasm gripped her left leg.
Isaiah’s finger pushed a little more. Not too hard though. It was as if he read her body and knew exactly the right amount.
He wagged his finger in a circle. She was growing wetter by the second, a fact he must have realized, because he let up long enough to move down her slit.
She held her breath as he plunged in.
“Good girl. Just relax. You’ll feel better soon, honey.”
