Candy Daddy
His tongue trails a fierce line on her neck till her earlobe, then he playfully bites it.
“Wow.” Candace breathes out as heat crawls toward her face. “You are so intense.”
He withdraws her earlobe and looks at her. “Un turista?” He squeezes her ass again and hums. “You are also intense, bella.”
Her hair hanging over her eyes, Candace can’t see her daddy’s face properly. Still, she smiles at the nickname he used last week. “Missed me, daddy?”
The man chuckles with amusement. “Daddy?” He asks and nibs her bottom lip. “Am I that old?”