Page 32 of Luca

She watched eagerly as he tore his shirt over his head, kicked his boots off and unbuttoned his jeans. It was torture as he slowly pulled the zipper down and slid the denim from his muscular legs, leaving him in his boxers.

“But first, I need to taste you,” he said, pushing her down onto her back and lifting her knees so she was wide open to him. “Lord, the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

She shivered as he got on his knees and ran his hands up her legs, over her thighs, until his fingers came to rest on either side of her mound.

“Do you want Daddy to kiss you here?” he asked.

“Oh, god, yes,” she answered, letting her thighs fall wider.

He bent and stroked her folds with his warm tongue, and pleasure raced through her veins, making her moan. He did it again, then again and again, torturing her with pleasure. She needed his tongue on her clit, his fingers inside her. But he did something totally unexpected: he parted her folds with his thumbs and pressed his tongue right inside her hole. It felt amazing, like a small, wet cock, and she ground down onto his face.

“More, Daddy,” she begged.

He ran his tongue up her slit, slipped it inside her again, then back out, then in, fucking her with his tongue. His fingers wereso close to her clit and she needed him to touch it, but he kept teasing her for what felt like forever.

“Daddy,” she panted. “Pleasssssse.”

He chuckled, then did exactly what she wanted. He parted her folds with rough fingers, and she loved the commanding touch. Then he swept his hot tongue over her clit.

“Ah! Yes!”

He did it again, sweeping in circles that sent waves of pleasure deep into her body as he pressed first one finger, then another, into her pussy. She was panting and groaning, and knew she was going to come soon. When he curved his fingers to hit her g-spot, she exploded.

“Ahh! Daddy, Daddy, Daddy…”

She came so hard she was dizzy: it was like fireworks going off deep inside her, and in her head, behind her tightly closed eyes. But he didn’t stop, and in moments she was coming again.

“Ohhh….yes, Daddy!”

When the waves subsided she was limp all over. He pulled back, kissed her lips, and she could taste herself there. She loved it—and loved it even more when he whispered, “Good girl.”

He lifted her and placed her on the bed with her head on the pillows, then he grabbed a condom from somewhere on the side table and tore his boxers off. She got a good glimpse of his beautiful cock before he unrolled the condom, then he held himself over her.

“Spread for me, honey girl.”

She did, then felt the tip of his cock at her entrance. He kissed her again, long and slowly, his tongue tangling with hers before he began to push into her with a sigh.

He whispered against her mouth, “Lord, you feel better than anything in this world.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she answered, already getting lost in pleasure again.

He fucked her slowly at first, then faster, harder, and she’d never felt anything so good in her life. She was going to come again, pleasure making her shake and moan. He plunged deeper, shoved his hand between them to play with her clit, and she came in a burst of heat just as he came with a cry.

“Ah, baby! My baby girl, yes!”

When it was over they curled up together on the bed, and he held her in his strong arms as he kissed her hair. She snuggled right in, loving the way he held her. As they drifted together in their after-sex haze, she knew she’d never felt safer or more cherished in her life.

“Honey?” he asked quietly.

“Yes, Daddy?”

“You know I love you, don’t you, baby?”

She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her.

“Yes, Daddy. And I love you, too.”

He kissed her softly, then asked, “This wasn’t too fast for you?”

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