Page 46 of Spoiling Lillian
“Well, I didn’t,” I point out. “Never even tried it until I moved here. I remember hearing other kids talk about it while I was growing up, but we didn’t have it in my house. So, I was intrigued. Turns out I’m now jealous of everyone else’s childhood. You should see what’s in my freezer.”
He stirs the delicious yellow-orange goodness and scoops it into bowls before sliding over to open my freezer.
“Daddy!” I shout. I didn’t mean for him to actually look.
He lets go of the freezer door and twists around so fast I gasp.
“What’s wrong?”
He takes two long strides to get to me. His hands come to my face, and he leans in close. “Nothing’s wrong. You called me Daddy.”
I gulp. Shit. I did. “I, uh… Sorry. It slipped out.”
He shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry. I liked it.” He steps even closer, pinning my knees against his stomach before bringing his lips to mine. He kisses me briefly and then all over my face until I’m giggling.
“Say it again, Lils.” More kissing, nibbling a path to my ear. “Again, sweet girl. I want to hear it again.”
“Daddy…” I breathe out.
He inhales deeply and leans back. “Yeah, I like that.”
“Are you sure? You’re not a Daddy. You’ve told me that.”
“And I’ve also told you I’m your Daddy, haven’t I?”
I swallow. “Yes, Sir.”
He kisses my nose. “We’ll work through what this thing is going to look like as we go along. We’re winging it, Lils. You and me. Our dynamic might not resemble anyone else’s, but I’m committed to doing whatever it takes to be what you need me to be.”
My heart is pounding. I know he’s serious. I won’t question him. I part my knees and wrap my legs around his waist. “Don’t forget that I’m new to this lifestyle, so I don’t have any idea what the dynamic should look like. My only examples are Camden and Simone, and Jameson and Natasha. Those four are very deep and intense. I doubt that’s something I’d be interested in.”
He threads his fingers in my hair, holding my head steady. “Lils, you are deep and intense. Everything about you is. Hell, you almost came from me looking at your fucking sexy body. That’s pretty fucking intense.”
My face heats.
“You may not need to be Little as many hours a day as your sister or Natasha, but I’m realizing it doesn’t matter. If someone had asked me six weeks ago if I would have been interested in being a Daddy, I would have laughed at them. But that was before I met you. Turns out that when you meet the right person, you’ll do anything for them. It’s not a hardship, either. I’ll do whatever you need because I want to, sweet girl. I want to Daddy you because you crave it. I want to do every damn thing that makes you squirm. It turns me on.”
I breathe shallowly, probably not getting enough oxygen.
“Do you know what I want to do right now, though, Lils?”
“What?” I murmur.
“I want to carry you into your bedroom, spread you wide open on the bed, and eat your pussy until you scream my name.”
I stop breathing. He better not be kidding.
Chapter 19
Lillian
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All the air leaves my lungs when he lifts me off the counter and turns to hurry from the room. I don’t laugh when he drops me onto the mattress. I don’t have time.
Bryson pushes my nightie up my body, exposing my breasts, leaving the material gathered high on my chest. He’s breathing heavily as he props himself up with his palms on either side of me.
He looks into my eyes with an intensity that crackles in the air. “Do you want this, Lillian? Do you want me to suck your pussy until you come?”
