Page 72 of Until I Find You

I form his hand into a cup so he can cover my pussy. “Here, Daddy.”

Jack’s hand tenses on me. He moves his thumb back and forth, teasing me. “You want to be filled, princess?”

My lips jerk upward into an unexpected grin. “Yes, Daddy.”

Jack releases me. “Turn around and place your hands on the bed, baby girl.”

As I do so, Jack removes his suit jacket and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt. I bounce on my tiptoes.

“You’re excited.” He has a big smile on his face.

I bite down on my lower lip and nod.

Jack positions himself behind me and guides the nightgown up over my thighs, the fabric tickling at my skin until it’s bunched up over my hips.

“Spread your legs, baby girl. Daddy needs room.”

I moan. Turns me on so much when he refers to himself as Daddy.

I widen my stance and lean my elbows down on the bed, popping my ass up for him.

“My beautiful baby girl, always so good for me,” Jack says, a growl in his chest.

His hand coasts over my backside as he admires, touches, caresses. He grabs and pinches a handful of me, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to let me know he’s in control. “Perfect little ass.”

His hand slides down my backside and slips between my legs. He drags his fingers through my center, and I mewl.

“Perfect little pussy.” Jack’s fingers delve a bit deeper, teasing my opening and clit. “So wet for me.”

“Yes, Daddy. Only you, Daddy.”

A sound thrums from his chest. “Good. That’s how it should be.”

With gentleness, he works his fingers inside me. Two at first, then three. I love being stretched by his fingers. “Fuck, Daddy.”

“Good girls don’t swear,” he instructs. “And you’re a good girl, right?”

A new rule. My insides tingle. “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s right. Because my baby girl is anangel.”

I drape my body onto the bed, moaning as he fucks me with his fingers.

I am an angel. I am a good girl. Just by being his.

I don’t know if anyone has ever loved me without conditions the way Jack does. Although, that assumes he loves me and…that would be too soon, wouldn’t it?

“Daddy wants to be inside you,” he whispers.

“Yes, please, Daddy.” I let all my thoughts of what we are or are not fall away. I just enjoy. He is taking care of me, and I have nothing to worry about when Daddy is here.

Except he doesn’t stop. He works his fingers harder, plunging them into me fast and unrepentant, thumbing my clit and skimming my g-spot at once until I have no choice but to turn to ribbons around him.

I cry out as the orgasm coasts through me, digging my fingers into the bedspread.

“Yes, let go, princess.”

I contract around his fingers which spike the orgasm again inside me.

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