Wanting Daddy (4)

Chapter Four

Jake

I was going to regret this, but I had already gone way too far.

“Up you go, little one.”

She still looked at me with wide eyes. Her lips were parted. Her chest rose and fell much too fast.

“Tell me,” I said. My voice was deep. “You’ve been stroking that pretty little pussy thinking about Daddy, haven’t you?”

She whimpered. The sound shot straight to my cock. It thickened against my jeans.

“Tell Daddy the truth, Baby.”

She didn’t answer. She just made another soft, needy sound. That was enough for me.

I lifted her in one motion. Her legs dangled. Her arms went around my neck. She weighed nothing. She felt hot against my chest. I carried her down the short hall into the bedroom. I kicked the door shut behind us with my heel. I dropped onto the edge of the mattress so she landed straddling my lap.

She immediately started squirming. Her hips circled in small movements. I could feel the heat coming off her.

“Baby, if you don’t hold still,” I growled against her ear, “I’m going to fuck you right here. No foreplay. No warning. Just my cock splitting you open.”

She moaned loudly. The sound was raw. Her nails dug into my shoulders through my shirt.

I gripped her waist hard. I forced her to stop moving. “Look at me.”

Her eyes lifted. They were glassy. Her pupils were blown wide.

“Good girl.” I brushed my thumb over her lower lip. “Do you want this?”

She nodded slightly. Then she said it. Barely audible. “Yes, Daddy.”

My cock jerked. Hearing it from her mouth nearly drove me insane.

I slid a hand up her back. I fisted her hair at the nape of her neck to tilt her head. “Say it again.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Louder this time. Needier.

“That’s my girl.” I kissed her once. Hard. Then I pulled back. “Lie down on the bed. Legs apart.”

She hesitated half a second. Then she slid off my lap. Her shirt rode up as she scooted backward. She lay down. Her knees were bent. Her feet flat on the blanket. Her thighs pressed together like she was shy again.

I stood up. I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. Her eyes followed every movement. She looked at the ink on my chest. Then her gaze dropped lower to the bulge in my jeans.

I crawled onto the bed. I braced my arms on either side of her head, caging her in. “Are you still okay?”

She nodded quickly. “Please.”

I kissed her again. Slower this time. Then I started working my way lower. Jaw. Throat. Collarbone. I pulled the neckline of her thin tank top down. I exposed one breast and sucked the nipple into my mouth. She arched and gasped.

“Stay still,” I murmured against her skin.

She tried. Her hands clenched the sheets.

I switched to the other breast. I gave it the same attention. My hand slid down her stomach and under the waistband of her shorts. No panties. Just slick heat.

“Fuck,” I breathed against her nipple. “You’re soaked, Baby.”

She whimpered again.

I pulled my hand out. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean while she watched. Her lips parted.

I hooked my fingers into the sides of her shorts and dragged them down her legs. I threw them off the bed. Now she was naked from the waist down. Her thighs trembled.

I pushed her knees farther apart. I settled between them. Her pussy was pink and glossy. Her clit was swollen.

“Has anyone ever put their mouth on this pretty pussy?” I asked. My voice was rough.

She shook her head. Her eyes were wide. “No.”

I grinned. “Good. First time’s mine.”

I slid lower. I hooked my arms under her thighs and pulled her to my face. She squeaked. Then she moaned when my breath hit her.

“Hands above your head,” I ordered. “Leave them there.”

She obeyed. Her fingers dug into the pillow.

I started slow. Long, flat licks from her entrance up to her clit. She jerked every time my tongue hit her clit. I did it again. And again. Her hips tried to chase me, but I pinned her with my forearms.

“Stay still.”

She whimpered. It was high and desperate.

I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue. Light pressure. Then I sucked it gently between my lips. Her whole body tensed. Her thighs trembled against my shoulders.

“Oh Daddy—”

I hummed against her. The vibration rolled through her clit. She cried out. Her back arched off the bed.

I pulled back just far enough to speak. “You taste so sweet. Like you were made for my mouth.”

Then I dove back in. I licked faster. Harder. I flattened my tongue and dragged it up over and over. When her breathing turned choppy, I pointed my tongue and flicked right on her clit. Rapid strokes.

Her hands shot into my hair.

I lifted my head. “What did I say about your hands?”

“S-sorry—”

“Above your head. Now.”

She obeyed. She whimpered the whole time.

“Good girl.” I rewarded her by sliding one finger into her. Slow and careful. She was tight. Hot. She fluttered around me.

I curled the finger. I searched for that spot. When her hips jerked and she gasped, I knew I’d found it.

I added a second finger. I stretched her gently while I went back to her clit with my mouth. Slow circles with my tongue. Then faster flicks. I rubbed that spot inside her in time with my tongue.

Her moans turned into broken cries. “Daddy please, it’s too much—”

I didn’t stop. I sucked her clit harder. My fingers thrust faster. I curled them on every upward stroke.

Her thighs clamped around my head. They shook hard. “I’m— I’m gonna—”

I pulled my fingers out right at the edge. I replaced them with my tongue. I fucked into her while my thumb rubbed quick circles over her clit. Back and forth.

She broke.

Her back arched hard. A raw sound tore from her throat. Her pussy pulsed against my tongue. She flooded my mouth. I kept licking slower. Softer. I dragged it out until her hips twitched and tried to pull away.

I finally lifted my head. My lips and chin were wet. She was panting. Her eyes were glassy. Her cheeks were flushed.

I crawled up her body. I kissed her stomach. Her ribs. The underside of her breast. Then her mouth. She tasted herself on my tongue and moaned into the kiss.

“You did so good, little one,” I murmured against her lips. “You took my mouth like you were made for it.”

She shuddered under me. Her arms came down and wrapped around my neck.

I kissed her deeper. Slower. I let her catch her breath.

When I pulled back, her eyes were clearer but still hungry.

I brushed the hair from her forehead. “Are you still with me?”

She nodded. She bit her lip. “More. Please.”