Page 36 of Daddy's Heart

“Yes. Please.” She nodded feverishly even though he probably couldn’t see her.

His left hand left her back and snuck beneath her panties, trailing between her ass cheeks.

“Shhh, no, don’t clamp shut. Daddy’s going to play with your asshole while you get your finger-fucking.” His finger pressed against her tight ring. “Let me in, Sammy.” He slowed his thrusts into her pussy until she finally relaxed.

“It’s going to hurt,” she said with only a tinge of worry. He wasn’t the first man to touch her there, but she hadn’t had very good experiences. Ryder would be different, she was sure, but not completely sold.

“It’s only going to make things better.” A finger flicked across her clit, and she forced her muscles to relax enough for the very tip of his finger to push inside. She gasped at the small burn, but once she let her worry fade away, she felt only the honeyed pleasure of his fingers working her pussy.

“There, that’s my girl,” he said, starting to pick up force and speed. “Come for me.” His voice dipped, his breaths came harder, all of which only drove her deeper into her aroused state.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck…oh!” She threw her head back, pushing back against his hands as best she could. His finger sunk deeper into her ass, refueling the burn, heightening the pleasure. He fondled every bit of her.

“Does my finger in your ass feel good?” he asked, slipping it in even further. She gasped at the new sensation. He was being gentle, but it didn’t take away from the intensity.

“Yes, oh, fuck me. Fuck me!” She screamed as her orgasm exploded through her body. She bucked on his lap, riding his knee, taking his fingers into her pussy, into her ass, while she rode out the never-ending waves of ecstasy.

Slowly, the haze of arousal and pleasure drifted away, and she settled back over his lap. He eased his finger from her asshole and slipped from her pussy. The panties snapped back into position, and she felt a rush of heat cover her face.

She’d acted like an animal in heat.

“How do you feel now? Still overwhelmed?”

She shoved away the hint of doubt. He wasn’t disgusted with her behavior in the least.

“No, I really don’t,” she admitted with some surprise. Her chest wasn’t tight anymore, and her mind felt clearer.

“Ready to get up?” he asked, his hand on her back.

“Yes, please.” She pushed up off his lap, and he helped her until she was on her feet right in front of him. He looked up at her, from his chair, his bright smile settling her last ounce of fear he’d think her a wanton whore for how easily she’d given in to his touch.

“I wanted to do that for you since we got to the store earlier,” he admitted.

“Really?”

“You were wound pretty tight, sweetheart. You seem more relaxed now.”

She dragged her teeth over her bottom lip while looking down at his lap. His cock had been pressing into her belly, but now she could see it pushing against his jeans.

“What’s going through your mind?”

“Your cock,” she said. Blunt honesty. There was a time for coy, and this wasn’t it.

“What about it?” He tilted his head, his smile getting wider the longer she stared at it.

“I didn’t thank you for my presents.” She shrugged. Okay, maybe a little coy would be okay.

“And you want to now?”

“Yes, very much.” She nodded.

“How do you want to thank me?” he asked, his hands going to his belt and unbuckling it. His button and zipper were next, and before she blinked, his cock was free of his pants and in his hand.

She swallowed back the drool when he began to stroke himself in front of her.

“I…uh...” She checked his eyes for hesitation.

“If you can’t tell me—”

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