Page 20 of Tilly's Tutus
Tilly shook her head and widened her eyes so she looked like an innocent young girl. Then she changed her argument. “But Papa, I just wanted to make you feel good. You work hard walking around and keeping the people at the convention safe. I just wanted to make you feel good before you have to deal with all those people who can be such doo-doo heads.”
“Doo-doo heads? Is that what you think about the customers who are buying your clothes and your sisters’ toys and candies?”
“No, but some of them can be. Like Bob in the parking lot. So can’t I make you feel good and give you a smile to start the day?”
His sleepy brain still trying to catch up with her fast-talking arguments, Carter reached down and stroked a hand through her hair. “All right, sweet girl. You can play, but I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to be in your tight little pussy, all right?”
Tilly’s face glowed bright pink as she grinned up at him. “I’d like that, Papa. I’d like that a whole lot.”
Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, Carter saw they had plenty of time before the alarm sounded. Laying back, he stacked his hands together under his head. “All right, sweet girl. You have about five minutes to play before Daddy takes over.”
“Oh, goody,” she said. “Can you lift your hips, please, Papa?”
Carter lifted his hips, allowing her to push his shorts down his legs. She did not stop until they were off his feet. Then she returned her attention to his cock that was laying up his lower belly, hard and needy.
“So pretty,” she whispered as she traced a line up the underside before circling the tip and tracing back down the length.
“I’m not sure pretty is a word you should use to describe a cock, little dancer.”
He watched Tilly shrug before she bent forward and licked from base to tip. Every muscle in his body stiffened and hewondered if he was going to be able to give her five minutes before he took over. It was going to be a challenge, and he only hoped he could keep himself under control.
As she kissed the tip and then licked around the crown like it was an ice-cream cone, Carter began deep breathing and began mentally listing the names of all the men he’d arrested over the past year. Then two years. Then three years.
With her mouth sliding up and down his thick length, he could feel the edge of control begin to shred. When she took his balls into one hand, he inhaled a deep breath and growled.
Tilly pulled back until only the head was between her lips before she said, “Papa?”
He couldn’t answer her, not while managing to maintain any semblance of control. Instead, he gave into his body’s need. Jackknifing into a sitting position, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back up the bed so they lay side by side. Rolling so he lay half over her, he kissed her forehead, her nose and then her lips.
“I’m sorry, little dancer, but I just couldn’t hang on another second and I want to come in your pussy, and not your mouth.”
His heart squeezed when she smiled up at him and said, “I know, Papa, I wanted you to take over because I didn’t know what to do next.”
“Babygirl, are you a virgin?”
Chapter Twelve
Not prepared for his blunt question about her sexual experience, Tilly dropped her gaze from his eyes to his throat as her face began to burn with embarrassment. She slowly moved her head side to side before whispering, “No, I’m not a virgin, but I’ve only been with two men, and neither of them made me feel like you do, and we haven’t even really done anything.”
She wished he wasn’t holding her down on the bed because now would be a real good time to roll off and crawl under the bed to hide. But he was lying over her and there was no hiding from his gaze that did not seem to miss anything.
His response to her answer surprised her. Instead of speaking, he slowly moved his face closer to hers and kissed her. It began soft and gentle and slowly grew deeper and more intense, until she had to pull back so she could catch her breath.
Carter did not chase her mouth when she turned her head. Instead, he reached for the hem of her nightgown. She sat up and helped as he worked the shirt up and off her body. Then he pushed her back down to the mattress, causing her to giggle.
The laughter faded away as he began kissing his way down her body, pushing the covers off as he stopped at her breasts and licked and nibbled at them until she was squirming with herneed. Her pussy was begging for attention, but she had a feeling she would not take her making demands well.
Instead of complaining, she stroked her hands over his shoulders and head until she could not reach them when he moved farther down her body, pushing her legs apart and nestling between them. She could not help the moans and whines of need that escaped as he settled in and stroked a finger over her lower lips before parting them and licking from bottom hole up to her clit.
“Papa, please!” she called as she grabbed his hair and canted her hips up for attention.
Instead of licking where she needed, he lifted his head and looked up her body into her eyes. “Arms out to your sides. Straight out,” he ordered, his voice deep and rough.
So, she wasn’t the only one affected by this play. Slapping her arms against the mattress, she gave him an exasperated look. He smirked and shook his head at her before looking back at her pussy.
“You know, I could just get up and get ready for the day instead of giving my Little girl the orgasm she thinks she needs,” he said casually.
“No, Papa. I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me hanging,” Tilly pleaded as tears she could not explain filled her eyes.
