Page 34 of Slippery When Wet

“In that honesty, it might feel a little blunt.”

“I don’t mind.” I took a cleansing breath.

“I’ve enjoyed playing in the past,” I shared carefully, hoping like hell it wouldn’t upset her, but there was no change in her expression. “I like control and I like taking care of a woman and her pleasure. But what I feel for you? The way my daddy side flares up when I’m with you? Hell, when I think about you, it's unlike anything I’ve wanted before.”

“What you want with me? I mean, isn’t this really fast?”

“You have no idea how slow it is. How much it’s killed me to wait to approach you.” She watched me closely, and for a moment, her eyes dropped, her expression pensive before her gaze rose to meet mine.

“Lucky for you I threw myself at you yesterday.” I chuckled and shook my head.

“That how you think it happened?” I asked. Abby opened and shut her mouth.

“No. I don’t know. I just… I’m glad I went in yesterday. That you came up to me and we talked and that you were my first kiss.” She blushed with a sweet shyness but didn’t pull away from me. She leaned her head on my shoulder, quietly seeking even more closeness. “Last night and then today… it‘s been…”

“What, honey?”

“Perfect. Like a dream,” she whispered. My dick wanted out from behind my shorts and inside of her so badly a bead of fluid leaked. “I don’t think I could have imagined my firsts, the ones you’ve showed me, to be any better.” I breathed in deeper and pressed my lips against her forehead.

“I’m glad, baby. But this is just the beginning.” Her eyes met mine, and I winked.

I scooped up another spoonful of rocky road and fed it to her. When the ice cream bowl was empty, my princess didn’t try to move off my lap, and I loved it. Turning on the TV, I handed her the remote so she could choose what we watched. She turned on some old sitcom I’d watched a couple of episodes of in the past.

While I pretended to watch, my entire body felt more than aware of hers. The way she squirmed and wiggled on my lap. Her breathing started to change, and I wrapped my arms around her.

“Abby,” I warned, my lips at her ear. Over the TV, I heard the sharp intake of her breath. “Be a good girl for me.”

“You’re hard… Daddy.” That little pause and the easy way she called me should have made me feel like a filthy old man. A fucking perv. But Jesus, she was made for me. Abby is all mine. Only mine.

“I am, baby girl. But you need to be good for me. I don’t want you to do too much too fast. I don’t want you to regret anything we do. Not ever.” I wasn’t used to talking about my feelings or fears. Being vulnerable with her was new, but I didn’t mind it. I needed her to know, to be crystal clear about how I felt about her. What her daddy wanted for her.

“What if…” She turned. Those large dark eyes behind her glasses looked even wider than usual. “What if I want to be bad for you?” she asked, her voice breathy. When she bit down on her plump lower lip, I couldn’t stifle my groan.

“Princess.” I wasn’t sure if I was warning her or challenging her with the way she was looking up at me so fucking beautifully. When she took her glasses off and set them on the coffee table behind her, I had a feeling it was the latter.

“Would you punish me, Daddy?” Fuck. How the hell could she ever think I’d get bored with her? “Would you punish me for being a bad girl?”

“Abagail.”

“Could I have another first with you?” she asked so sweetly, my cock fucking hurt. Walking the thin line of pain and pleasure with how much I wanted her as she rubbed my length against her ass cheeks. Before I could answer, she slid and fully turned.

She kneeled at my feet. I sat up, about to ask her to get off the floor, to tell her she didn’t have to do anything, when her hands rested on the tops of my thighs. But then she spoke again, and I knew my control was diminished to nothing.

“Please, Daddy? Can I taste you? Like you tasted me?” There was no missing the way my way-too-hard cock jerked toward her or the bead of moisture that seeped through the thin fabric.

“You don’t have to,” I rasped harshly.

“I know.” Her eyes brightened with hope I sure as fuck wasn’t going to diminish. “I want to. I really do.”

“Fine.” I nodded slowly. My hands rested at my sides. I tried to look like I was relaxed.

“You might have to teach me.” Jesus Christ, if she didn’t stop talking, I was going to blow my load before I could feel her breath on my bare cock and embarrass the hell out of myself.

“Teach you, huh? That what you want? Does my princess want her daddy to show her how to suck him off?” She nodded with enthusiasm, and I breathed in deeply hoping to find some kind of semblance of control. That was shot to hell when the scent of her sweet and innocent and so fucking feminine arousal hit me. My mouth watered. She was a fucking wet dream come true. But better.

“Please, Daddy.” She sat straighter. Her tits strained against the cotton tee.

“Okay, baby girl. Now be good for daddy and take that shirt off,” I found myself ordering.

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