Page 52 of Daddy's Protection
Isaiah moved his tongue in slow, serpentine flickers. Cami grabbed fistfuls of sheets beneath her and twisted them as she arched her back.
Pleasure had a hold of every inch of her body. Like the night before, she had the notion that she should be quiet. But there was no suppressing her cries and moans. Besides, Iris and Lana clearly knew what was going on. They’d been there when Daddy had picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her away.
There was no hiding what was taking place now. Everyone in the house—the living and the spirits—would just have to hear. Cami was utterly powerless.
So she moaned in ecstasy.
Daddy’s tongue continued to lap at her. Cami’s body shuddered harder as she edged closer to inevitable climax. It didn’t seem as if it would ever get there. Time was irrelevant, though. She didn’t know if she’d writhed and bucked on the bed for thirty seconds, three minutes, or longer. All she knew was it was sensual torture. She begged and pleaded for relief.
Finally, the dam broke.
Isaiah delivered the most powerful climax she’d ever experienced.
Euphoria spread throughout as a warm glow settled atop her. But she knew that wasn’t the grand prize. They were far from over. And Daddy wasn’t giving her much time to recover.
Standing, Isaiah put his hands under her arms and moved her body as if she weighed nothing more than the pillows he placed her head on. She was in awe of how he plied her body, just moving in whatever direction he wanted, while he prepared her for what was to come.
After closing her eyes, drawing in a deep breath and releasing it, she opened them again to see Daddy had shed his gray sweat shorts.
Holy crap!
His cock was long and veiny as it hung low between his legs.
It seemed so heavy. So did his ripe, full sack. She knew he must be needing her as much as she needed him.
“Daddy,” she gasped.
“Are you nervous, my love?”
She tried to speak but couldn’t, so she simply shook her head.
“Daddy will go slow and gentle,” he reassured her.
Cami shook her head again. “I want it hard, Daddy.”
Isaiah chuckled. “Let’s start off slow, babydoll. And we’ll go from there.”
Her bottom lip protruded in a display of poutiness. The moment Daddy was on top of her, though, and the thick head of his cock bumped against her pussy demanding entry, she couldn’t think of anything else.
She sucked in a quick breath.
“I want you to hold my hand,” Isaiah said.
She nodded and used her right hand to grab his left.
“This might hurt just a little,” he told her.
“I… uh… have toys.”
He smiled. “I’m glad you have fun, honey. But those toys aren’t anything compared to Daddy. Squeeze my hand as hard as you need to. And tell me if I’m going too fast.”
She started to let him know it was impossible and that she could take whatever he threw at her.
But the moment his head parted her pussy lips and dipped inside, she realized that wasn’t true.
Daddy’s rod was so thick!
It slid in another inch. She her to bite down on her bottom lip so hard she feared she might draw blood.
