Page 115 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

“I am! I really am.”

He kneeled between her legs. “Let’s just see, shall we?” He drew the lips of her pussy apart and pretended to study her. He could see how wet she was.

His poor girl.

“You do seem to be very wet.”

“I am!”

“Do you need me to tongue your clit?” He ran his thumb over the swollen bud.

“Yes!” she cried, arching up.

“Is that all?”

“Nooo.”

“What else do you need?”

“Your fingers,” she said breathlessly.

“Yes? Where would you like my fingers?”

“In my pussy.”

“Like this?” He slid two fingers into her passage. Fuck, he’d never grow tired of this. Of her moans of pleasure. Of listening to her plead for him. Of touching her like this.

“Yes. Yes. But move them. Please move them.”

“You want me to fuck your pussy with my fingers?”

“Yes! Son-of-a-peach, yes!”

He gave her ass a slap with his free hand. Just because he wanted to. She clenched down around his fingers.

Fuck. Yes.

He needed to feel her do that to his dick. But not yet. Not before he had his fun with her. Slowly, he drove his fingers in and out of her passage, moving his mouth to her pussy so he could flick her clit.

“Oh. Ohhh. Duke, yes.”

He sucked on her clit. Her breathing grew faster. He could tell she was getting close, and he slowed down, pulled back.

“Nooo,” she moaned.

“Shh,” he told her, kissing her inner thigh.

“Duke! Please! I need to come.”

“Not yet.” He moved his mouth back to her pussy, though, driving her higher and higher before stopping.

“Please, please, please,” she sobbed.

“Nearly, baby girl. You’re so damn beautiful and you taste amazing.”

“Please!”

He circled her clit with his tongue, then flicked at it with long, firm strokes of his tongue until he felt her tighten around his fingers, her scream filling the room as she came.

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