All Yours
Skyehis sweetheart strides backthe scent that made him mineinstant attractionhe hit me and it felt like a kiss
I take his hand, guide it under the towel between my legs.
He groans softly when he finds me wet.
“Oh, sweet girl.”
He touches me gently, circling my clit, one thick finger sliding inside carefully. Whispers praise the whole time—“Such a good girl for Daddy.”
I came softly, trembling in his arms, face buried in his neck.
After, he holds me, kisses my temple.
“We will go slow, little one. Only when you are ready.”
But I am ready sooner than he thinks.
A week later, after a day of coloring and cartoons and grilled cheese cut into stars, I crawled into his lap on the couch.