Page 63 of Off Limits

“That’s good.” He takes another sip of his drink and then places the glass on the nightstand between us. “Then in that case,” he says. “You’re going to be a good little girl for me tonight.”

Jean-Luc

IT’S A RELIEF to let go, to drop the burden of self-control. To lay down the mantle of responsibility and honour and just say, fuck it.

Danica’s safety and wellbeing comes first. I will always care for her and protect her, but knowing that she wants what I want, that she’s as eager to be my willing little girl as I am to be her big bad daddy, it breaks open a flood gate in me. The beast inside of me roars to the forefront, no longer willing to be held back. I need her—all of her. Her mouth, her skin under my hands…her pussy. I need to be around her and inside of her. I need all of her.

“Take your dress off.” I lean back on my hands and watch her as she stands up and unzips her pink dress, letting it fall to her feet in a pile of sateen. The sight of her bare skin makes my heartbeat pick up. She’s thin, a reminder of those weeks she spent on her own, without a parent, and her stomach is concave and her knees bony. But her breasts are beautifully full, hips rounded. She’s a woman, standing before me in cotton bra and panties.

“Not those,” I say, when she reaches for the waistband of the panties. “Leave those on.”

The panties, with their full coverage at the back and tiny bow at the front, drive me wild. I want to fuck her in those panties.

She slips her bra off, revealing her firm, perfect breasts, and when I can’t wait a minute longer, I rise and step forward to fondle one, bending down to kiss her.

“You feel so good,” I groan against her mouth. “Your body is so perfect.” She exhales, rolling her head back, and I pepper kisses down her neck and over her shoulder. Her skin is velvet smooth under my mouth, her distinctive scent so fresh and sweet.

I start to unbutton my shirt and lower my pants. “Lie down on the bed,” I instruct her, and delight in the subtle, timid widening of her eyes as she does what she’s told. She’s excited but nervous, like a virgin before her first time, and it makes my already-hard dick twitch in anticipation.

When I’m undressed I kneel between her legs at the end of the bed, taking in her prone, naked body before me. Her hair, which she pinned up for the wedding, is coming undone, loose curls hitting the pillow behind her, and her ripe breasts have been softened only slightly by gravity as they rest against her rib cage. My eyes wander down the concave hollow of her stomach to the hairless mound of her pussy.

“Spread your legs.” She parts her ankles and I chuckle a little, lifting them so that her knees bend and pushing them down. “Like this.”

In front of me, the crotch of her white panties modestly covers the sacred, secret part of her. I reach down and pull it to the side, revealing her tender pink pussy, blooming like a tiny flower with arousal.

“I love your pussy,” I breathe, bending down to inhale her scent and run my tongue softly up her slit, feathering a kiss over her clit. She gasps and then moans loudly.

“I can’t believe you’ve never had an orgasm by masturbation.” She’s highly responsive. Even her mother didn’t quiver at every touch like she does.

“Please,” she breathes, a desperate wish for something she can’t name. “Please.”

I reach my tongue as far as I can down her slit, pulling her panties further to the side, a fleeting thought about her tight virgin asshole flashing through my mind, then run it all the way up until I’m softly sucking on her clitoris. She cries incoherently, lifting her hips and tossing her head. She’s hot and ready, I can feel it in the swell of her pussy lips and the slick wetness of her hole. Her hole that is readying itself for me, but first I’ll make her come, easing my passage.

I rub my tongue back and forth under her nub of her pleasure, as if I’m drawing something out of her, and within seconds she’s arching upwards, pussy contracting hard, and then she cries out. I feel her pulsing against my mouth.

She drops her hips onto the bed with a shuddering breath and I sit up to look at her. A rosy flush covers her chest and face, and her eyes gleam with joy as she looks back at me. She’s positively radiant, alive and sensual and fucking irresistible, and I lower myself over her, still using one hand to hold her panties to the side while my hard cock finds her hole and presses eagerly against it.

“How many times did you have sex with Dante?” I ask her. I need to know.

She blinks in surprise. “Twice.”

“And you used condoms both times?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re on the pill?”

Understanding dawns in her eyes. “Yes.”

“When I come, I want it to be inside of you, Danica.”

She pauses. “Okay, Daddy.”

I can’t help but smile. “That’s good, baby. That’s very good.” I press the head of my cock harder against her hole, until I can feel her resistance. “I’m not going to wear a condom, because it’s different with us, okay? I’m not some boy doing God knows what. I’m your daddy who’s going to take care of you.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathes again.

“That’s good,” I murmur, caressing her cheek with one hand. “You’re such a good girl, Dani. You’re so good to your daddy.”

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