Page 48 of Daddy's Little Cowgirl

They heard them whisper frantically to each other, making him smile.

“Eight, seven, six,” Travis counted backward.

Their heads popped over the edge, and they looked down at them.

“Let’s go,” Darian said.

Brylee was the first to climb down. Gage caught her halfway and lifted her into his arms. Next, it was the others, and then his Ellie was last. He pulled her into his arms and followed the men into the house.

Ellie put her arms around his neck. “Are you really angry, Daddy?”

He glanced down at her. “Don’t you think I should be?”

He watched her brows pucker as she thought about it. He liked how her eyes widened as the door to the family room closed behind them, and then she heard the sound of the lock.

Ellie looked around the room.

The other couples were already punishing their women, and he liked that Ellie was seeing this. He’d heard about it but didn’t think it would be so hot.

“Daddy, is Brylee’s daddy sticking his thingy in her butt?”

Ridge had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from laughing. “Yes. It’s what’s going to happen to all you girls tonight.”

Her head whipped around to stare at him. “Even me?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“But we’ve never done that,” she whispered.

“I know. But it’s about time you felt what it’s like. I know you’ll love it. You do when I finger-fuck you.”

One of the girls cried out, but Ridge kept his attention on his own girl.

He took her over to the game table and laid her facedown on top of it.

“Daddy…”

He caught the anxiety in her tone. “Now, I know you’re not afraid of me, right?”

She relaxed and shook her head. “I’m just a little nervous.”

“That’s to be expected.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

He lifted her dress to her shoulders and then pulled down her panties, tossing them to the side. He reached for the bottle of lube Darian had set around the room for them. He also had wet wipes. Ridge didn’t know how his cousin got the stuff so quickly, but he wasn’t going to worry about it.

He squirted some lube at the top of her ass crack and watched it slowly slide downward until it hit her puckered opening.

“This is my finger,” he said before sliding it in until he could go no further. He pumped it into her a few times before adding another finger and then a third.

“There you go. Take everything.”

“Daddy…”

He ran his free hand up and down her back. “Everything’s okay, Baby. Listen to your friends. Do they sound like they’re in pain?”

“No.”

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