Page 35 of Daddy's Heart

He laughed gently. “Well, what’s the second thing that helps?”

“I have chips in the kitchen.”

“Yes, I saw that, but we just had lunch. Are you hungry?”

“No, but you—”

“Okay, so the second thing?”

She sighed. He wasn’t going to let her binge on junk. Maybe having a Daddy wasn’t so much fun.

“Movie?”

“We can do that.” He nodded. “But first, turn around and show me your panties.” He grinned down at her, his muddy brown eyes sparkling.

She turned around until her ass faced him. Looking over her shoulder, she watched his expression. His tongue ran along his bottom lip, and she wondered what that tongue felt like, how it would feel on her skin.

“Bend over a little.” He waved his fingers at her.

She leaned forward and pressed her hands to her knees.

“Much better,” he said, moving to her side. He stroked her ass with his palm, sweeping it across her cheeks and patting her gently. “They hug your ass perfectly. Just enough of your cheeks are exposed.” He gave a light smack to her curved cheek.

One finger slipped beneath the elastic band and ran downward toward her folds.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” He placed his free hand on her back, pressing her forward a little more.

Her breath caught in her chest, but thankfully, her mind was still firing off signals to her legs. She wiggled her feet farther apart, and his fingers slid between her thighs, brushing across her pussy lips.

“Hmmm, I think we need a different position here.” He took away his touch, and she groaned, earning her a playful swat. “Don’t worry, your patience will be rewarded.”

From her bent over position, she watched him grab the chair from the vanity and place it in the center of the room. He sat down and patted his lap.

“Come lay over Daddy’s lap.”

She froze.

Had she done something wrong?

“Sammy, my lap isn’t always a place for punishment. When you’re good, like you’ve been all day, it’s also a place for pleasure and reward.”

She gave a short nod, then padded over to him. He helped her over his lap, positioning her until her ass was where he wanted it, but his knee wasn’t digging into her stomach. Her fingertips touched the carpeting below her.

His fingers returned, skimming along her skin below the elastic of the panties until he found her pussy.

“You’ve already made your new panties wet,” he chided, joy in his words. He pushed one of her legs farther out and began to stroke her pussy.

“Oh…” She moaned when his fingers reached her clit.

“Ah, there it is. There’s that delicious sound,” he whispered, stroking her back with his hand while working her clit with his fingers.

He rubbed the sensitive spot in circles, driving her to the very edge of pleasure before he sunk two fingers into her hungry passage. She arched her back, thrusting her ass up at him. She wanted more, a lot more, and harder.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he said as he pulled her panties to the side, giving himself more access to her sex.

“Harder, Daddy. Please, harder.” She heard the eagerness in her voice, and if it had been any other man, any other moment, she would have flushed with embarrassment. But she didn’t have the sense of humiliation, the dirty feel of taboo with Ryder.

“You want me to finger fuck your pussy harder? Do you want to come for me?” he asked, pushing a third finger into her passage. She gasped at the fuller sensation. Her hands fisted at the carpet, and her toes curled. She needed him to move again, to thrust hard and fast and shove her into the blissful sensations.

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