Page 24 of Her Nebraska Touchdown Daddy

“My precious baby wants special kisses again?” Lust turns his voice to a deep, growly rumble.

I shake my head, popping my lower lip into a pout. Time to see if the books are right. If a Little can get exactly what they want if they play their cards just right.

“No?” he barks, surprise turning the word into a near shout.

“I want… I want…” I pause dramatically for effect and also because as it turns out it’s really, really hard to talk dirty like this without giggling and spoiling the mood.

“I want you to fill me, Daddy. All the way till I can feel you inside me all day.” The words rush out. Less about being sexy and more about getting them said.

Turns out, Deke is less interested in whether I excel at talking dirty than he is making me feel so good I’m incapable of speech at all. I am A-okay with that.

“Oh, you’re going to feel me, little lush. I promise you that. But first, Daddy wants to taste you and get you all messy and ready to fit me.”

He ain’t lying. Deke’s big everywhere. That was more than obvious last night in the hot tub. I don’t know how he even walks upright with that thing. Not that I’m complaining. Definitely not.

“Whatever you want, Daddy. Except jokes. No more of those,” I tease.

My laughter is cut off when he eases backward down my body on his knees to bury his face in the crease where my legs join. I used to feel self-conscious about how thick my thighs were and how my lower body was so much thicker than my upper. Penalty of being a soccer girly, is what Taryn always says.

Deke has me relishing the way my broad thighs pillow his head between them. He rests his cheek on one leg and stares upat me, one hand reaching up to twist and pluck at a nipple. The way his eyes adore me and his hands play with me gives me more confidence than anything I’ve experienced before.

“Don’t knock my jokes, sweetheart. They only get worse from here.” His smile is half-sin, half-promise. And all mine.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Less joking, more licking, Daddy.” I give him the brat voice I practiced in my dorm room. Probably should have realized that reading and practicing how to be a Little was a clue that I wasn’t going to be able to give Deke up entirely. But hey, I was heartbroken and it was a way to feel close to him even as I avoided him completely.

“Bossy little girls don’t get orgasms, Windy. You better remember that before I make your body into Daddy’s fucktoy and leave you needy so you can think about it. Like timeout, but for your needy little pussy instead.”

His threat works, and I pretend to zip my lips and lock them with an invisible key.

Deke laughs at my antics, but sets his mouth over my lower lips and pushes his tongue between them. The tip pokes at my aching clit, rocking over it back and forth until my legs spread wide without any intentional direction from my brain.

I’m not even sure how many times Deke drives me from one orgasm peak to the next. My body is so wrung out from pleasure I hardly remember my request for him to fill me up. All I know is I’m a sweaty wreck of girl when he finally stops devouring me from stem to stern.

Not that Deke forgets. By the time I’m a limp puddle of messy girl cum and sweat on the bed, he’s still got stamina for days. I’m pretty sure I’m speaking gibberish as he crawls back up my body to hover over me. His chin and lips glisten with my arousal and I taste myself when he kisses me.

“What’s your color, babygirl?” he asks. It takes me long enough to figure out what words are that his brows crease in concern.

“So soooo green,” I rasp, my voice cracking from all the screaming I’ve been doing.

“Good. Now it’s Daddy’s turn.”

I can feel the effort his restraint has cost him in the tremble of his arms supporting him above me, but I don’t doubt for a second he can hold himself like that for however long he wants to.

He rolls to his back, dragging me with him and draping me over his body. I force my legs to widen until I’m straddled over his lap. His pants disappeared at some point while he devoured me. I plant my hands on his solid pecs and push until I can sit up and smile down at him. A queen on a throne of pure masculine perfection.

“Your turn, Daddy,” I simper, the mirror practice rushing back to me with the second wind of energy flooding through me. It’s my turn to make Deke feel as good as he made me feel.

CHAPTER 27

Deke

“Put me inside you,little lush. Show Daddy how a good girl makes her Daddy come.”

The words make her blush and smile. “I am a good girl,” she assures me, like there was any doubt.

Her tongue pokes out the corner of her mouth in concentration as she reaches between her legs to grasp my aching erection. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard, for so long, in all my life. Even as a horny teenager my dick never felt this painfully desperate for relief.

Windy’s fingertips don’t quite meet around the girth of my shaft. Her firm squeeze as she attempts to keep ahold of it while it kicks and throbs in her grip nearly unman me. I want to be inside her before I bust, so she’ll have to play another time.

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