Page 76 of Saving Sophia

Another smack heated me more, and I groaned and wiggled into the bed, unable to help myself.

“Wanted to hear you call me Daddy,” he said, bringing down three more, fast, with exactly the right amount of sting.

“Please, Daddy,” I begged. He gave me all the delicious flush of heat without the burning intensity of my punishment spanking. This time, I didn’t feel sorry at all. I rode a wave of exhilaration, and I didn’t want him to stop.

He nudged my legs further apart with his knee, rewarding me with another light slap when I complied. His fingers trailed up my thigh, tickling me close but not close enough while another smack landed. I sucked in a breath. That one smarted. My whole bottom glowed as I teetered on the edge between pleasure and pain.

His hands gripped my hips, and he rolled me again, flipping me onto my back. My breasts bounced, heavy and exposed, my bottom burned against the comforter, and my tummy clenched when I looked at him, looming over me, so hard I could see his pants straining.

I wanted that. Wanted him. I stared at his belt, wondering if I could undress him with sheer force of will.

Instead of undressing, he sank down to his knees before me on the bed, that devilish smile dancing on his lips. He pressed against the bed and propped my legs over his shoulders. I froze. He was right there. I blushed, embarrassed with his face so close to me, but also burning to beg him in closer.

“What are you doing?” My legs tried to pull together, self-conscious, squeezing against his neck.

He slapped my outer thigh, just a corrective little sting. “What did I say about next time?”

I gulped. “You’d … use your tongue?”

“That’s right. I want to taste you properly.” His fingers reached up to grip my hot bottom as he pulled me closer, arranging me for his pleasure. “Let me in.”

My knees slipped wider apart, giving in. A sweet sense of surrender overwhelmed me. My legs bent, my heels resting on his back. His cheek rubbed along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, his lips kissing a trail right up to my edge.

“Good girl.” His breath blew across my bareness, my wetness, and I squirmed, blushing fiercely at how much I wanted him to kiss me there.

“So beautiful.” His finger opened me first, sliding up easily, teasing me apart, sending tingles up my body like lightning as it moved around. “My girl has such a pretty little pussy.”

His tongue touched me next, slowly gliding up the path, circling, opening, lighting up the circuits in my brain with a long, deliberate lick, ending in a focused swirl before the finger retraced its steps, exploring lower areas with his tongue right behind.

My legs clenched with the sweet torture of it, wanting to resist, but also wanting to splay wider so he could bury his face against my body. I opened my knees a tiny bit wider, shocked at how that bare fraction of an inch brought his tongue in deeper.

“Oh yes … Daddy,” I breathed out the words that ignited me, that lit me up for him like the morning sky.

My whispered words affected him too. His fingers squeezed my bottom harder, pulled me closer, his mouth pressed tighter against my sex, claiming it, taking it over, and making it obey his tongue.

The slow, incessant gliding up and down drove me half-crazy, each stroke better than the last. His tongue found the perfect spot, then located another, even better place, then returned to the first again.

“Please,” I begged.

His tongue pulled back and his lips pressed into a firm kiss against my body.

“Please what?” he growled against me before sending his tongue back to the business of setting me on fire. Any embarrassment I had melted away, and I dropped my legs wider, needing his mouth to take me all the way.

He let out a little hum that made bursts of colors explode behind my eyes. His finger pressed deep then pulled back in a steadily increasing rhythm. I was helpless, my body tilting and moving with him, wanting more.

“Please what?” he paused to ask again, making me sob with need. “Tell Daddy what you want.”

His tongue settled on my nub, pressing, circling, flicking, and stroking, slow enough to keep me right on the edge of bliss. I arched and panted for each incredible sensation, desperate for that final push to send me over.

“Please … I want …” Pressure built up from the bottom of my spine and radiated out across my chest. It sparked in my fingers and toes, bathing my whole body in a glistening prism of exploding color and light. I couldn’t take much more. “Please, Daddy, I want you to make me come.”

“My pleasure, baby girl,” he hummed against my clit as his tongue settled into a ravenous pace of unending strokes matching the thrusts of his fingers. Faster and faster, until everything blurred into a bolt of electricity that shot through me. My muscles clenched and spasmed in ecstasy. My back arched, and I shuddered and pulsed until I thought I might splinter into a million pieces.

“Daddy …” I hovered like a feather rocking in a warm breeze. My brain planned a whole sentence about how amazing I felt, but my body was too full, too happy, too blissfully floaty and free.

I lay on his bed slowly coming back down from the orgasm clouds. I was dimly aware of him joining me on the bed, holding me close, kissing my neck, and pressing his body hard against me. His hand stroked my belly then the underside of my breast. Everything tightened up again, and I was ready for more.

He kissed me, sharing my flavor with me, running his tongue along my lips before pushing inside.

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