Page 59 of Saving Sophia

“I … I want …” she squeaked, and her eyes scrunched tight.

I kissed the furrows of her brow till they eased again. “Breathe. Remember your safeword. You control this.”

She nodded, her eyes opening. I fell into their depths, overcome with the need I saw there. Overcome with the matching need brewing inside my chest. The need to protect her, to claim her, to make her mine.

“Do you want me to keep going?” My hand lingered at the edge of her sweet little pussy.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please …” Her mouth stayed open like she had more to say, but the only other sound she made was a delicious little moan.

“That’s my good girl.” I pushed forward, sliding my finger in, mapping her, learning the first secret her body shared with me. I found her clit and teased her, making lazy circles.

“I like that.” She groaned and opened her legs a little wider.

“I can tell,” I murmured, loving how responsive she was to my touch.

“No. I mean … I do, like that too, but I like … I want to be … your good girl.”

“Daddy’s good girl?” I bit the bare edge of her ear, teasing her, testing her.

“Yes.” She gulped, turning her head and seeking my mouth with hers. Her kiss a plea for more. Her lips velvet soft and pliant. Her words made my already-straining cock even harder against her leg.

I sped up my hand, pushing a finger in deeper, then adding another, stretching her, stroking her from the inside, learning the places that made her squirm. She gasped, releasing the breath she’d been holding, her legs sliding down and her arms lifting up on their own over her head. It was intoxicating how naturally she submitted to my touch.

I kissed the round of her breast, tasting her sweetness, dragging my tongue around in a slowly closing circle until it found the hard tip of her nipple. She hitched in a breath, and I thought she might pull back, but instead she arched toward me, pushing the little peak farther into my eager mouth. I sucked it in, pulling it taut, stroking it with my tongue. I kept up a steady pattern with my fingers inside her, building the intensity, taking her higher.

My heart pounded, and my hip pressed into the mattress as I rolled toward her, wanting to touch her with every inch of my skin. Her silky folds were tight around my fingers, sending zaps of electricity down my arm and straight to my balls as I imagined what she would feel like around my cock.

Her hips rocked with me, no longer hesitating, greedy with need. As sensation consumed her, she let her doubt go, her body taking over, sharing her true desire with me. Gorgeous, hungry sounds hitched out of her throat, and her long eyelashes fluttered.

I pulled my mouth away from her nipple. “Keep your eyes closed.” She bit her lip again in adorable frustration.

I leaned in, sucking it free from her teeth, and caging it with mine, biting slightly then easing into a sweet kiss. I wanted to taste her as she gave in to me, to drink in that moment she truly let go. “Are you ready?” I whispered against her lips.

She nodded, the movement almost frantic. Her toes clenched tight in anticipation. Her legs vibrated with need against my leg, sending shivers through my body. The velvet-soft walls of her pussy began to squeeze around me, forcing my control to its limits.

My fingers moved faster, finding her rhythm, pushing her over her edge.

I leaned in to nuzzle just between her hairline and the back of her ear, breathing in the sweet scent of her. “Come for me, baby girl. Come for Daddy.”

She bucked up against my hand, her tight body gripping me, her hips thrashing and her pussy pulsing hot and wet around my fingers. My dick throbbed hard as she rolled toward my body, pressing her chest against me. Her gasping and groaning louder and even more delicious than I expected before finally trailing off into a sigh of relief.

Fucking incredible.

I kissed her again, my tongue pressing her lips open. I pulled back to watch her as I brought my fingers up from her pussy and pushed them gently into her mouth. She opened her eyes and stared up at me before starting to suck. My dick pounded, thick against her bare skin, the thin material of my briefs the only thing between us. I took a ragged breath then kissed her hard, tasting her sweetness smeared across her lips, breathing in her scent.

“Daddy loves your taste,” I whispered.

“You do?” she whispered back.

I nodded, her acceptance of my title flushing me with heat. “Next time, I’m going to use my tongue.”

“Next time?” she asked in that soft bedroom voice that threatened my thin layer of composure. “But what about …” Her cheeks turned my favorite shade of pink again, but she pressed tight against my hardness between us.

“Me?” I asked, my brow hitched.

She twisted her face into my chest then peeked back up, her damp hair rustling as she bobbed her head in a nod.

If she only knew how tempting that was. But the controlled part of me, the Daddy that knew she needed to take one step at a time, cooled my thoughts. “You don’t worry about that. I’m in charge and now it’s time for you to sleep.” I kissed her forehead and stood up, tucking her into the blankets.

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