Page 50 of Healing Her Lions

“Face me,” I say harshly. “Finger yourself. Put those fingers inside.” I leak at the sight. “How do you feel?”

Her hand hesitates and then resumes. “Soft,” she whispers.

“What else?” I take my eyes off her pussy to look in hers.

“Warm.”

“Anything else?”

“Good.”

“Thank you, baby.”

“Daddy,” she whimpers.

“What, baby?”

“Please, I need you,” she begs.

“Not yet,” I deny. “Keep going.” I take a few steps to the cupboard to get towels and then resume my position. I listen to her groans. “Stop. Remove your fingers. With your other hand, turn off the water and come here.” She moves carefully, shutting off the water; keeping her eyes on me, she stops in front of me. “Give me the fingers you used on yourself.” She holds them up, and I suck them in my mouth.

“Fuck, Daddy,” she moans.

I release them and pick up one of the towels. I take pleasure in drying every inch. I do it quickly. Her hair is still damp, but I don’t want to wait any longer to feel her around me.

I drop the spare towel at my feet and yank my shirt off. “On your knees,” I grit as I throw it behind me. I give her my hand to assist her. “You made Daddy leak. I want you to clean it off.” Her eyes look up at me. “What is your word?”

“Gamble,” she says quickly.

“Do you want to taste Daddy?” She licks her lips.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” I growl.

“Yes, Daddy,” she rasps.

“Good girl. Put your mouth around the head, now.” I suck in my breath. “Fuck, you look so good with your lips around my cock.” She tries to pull me deeper. “No. Only the head.” She pulls back. “Good. I want you to hold it in your mouth, just the head, suck lightly. Like a pacifier.” Stunning. “Use the opposite hand you used in the shower and finger fuck yourself. Now.”

Holy shit, this woman. She has crawled into my heart. She is living in all the empty spaces in it. The sound of her come leaking heavily rings throughout the room. Her attention is entirely on me, and it fills me with elation.

“Stop.” I tangle my hand in her hair when she doesn’t immediately obey, pulling. “You like your cock pacifier?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Take your fingers out.” She protests but does what I ask. “Anytime you want it again, all you have to do is ask.” I bend down, grasp her by the waist, and bring her to me. Her chest hits mine, and she automatically wraps her legs around me. I quickly walk into the bedroom while I kiss her.

I drop her to the bed sideways. I desperately remove my jeans, keeping my eyes on my mate spread out for me, her legs wide, ready for me.

“Are you ready for your Daddy?”

“Jesus, yes, Daddy,” she growls.

“Good, take me like a good girl.” I enter her with one thrust, and her back bows. “Fuck, yes.” Her legs pull me deeper. This is where I want to be for the rest of my life.

“Ahhh…” she pants.

“You feel so good wrapped around me.” I speed up. My head goes down, and I suck her nipple in my mouth. My hand surrounds her other tit. I squeeze. Her hips grind into mine.

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