Page 37 of Daddy's Heart

“I want to suck you off.” The words burst out.

Chapter 14

Ryder caught his jaw before it fell to the floor.

Samantha’s gaze latched onto his, the hunger evident in her eyes.

She’d reacted so beautifully to him while draped over his lap. Her cheeks, round and full, had bounced as he fucked her faster and harder with his fingers. And her ass clenched around his pinkie finger. He’d been gentle, gone easy on her by using the smallest digit. Next time, he wouldn’t be so kind.

And now, seeing her hard nipples beneath the thin cotton material of her shirt, and the fullness of her lips when she licked them, anticipating his cock in her mouth, he deserved a fucking medal for keeping his load. He loosened his grip on his shaft. Any more pressure and he’d explode all over his own lap.

“On your knees,” he ordered, pointing to the floor before him.

Without hesitation, she sank down and placed her hands on his thighs, waiting for permission, for his next direction. Good fucking girl.

“Open your mouth.” He continued to stroke himself but forced his concentration on her expression and not how fucking good it felt to jerk his dick.

Her pretty, full, pink lips parted, and she raised her eyes to meet his. So pure, so wanting.

He shoved the chair back and moved his ass to the edge while gently resting his hand on the top of her head and leading her down to take his cock in her mouth. She latched onto him. Her lips tightened around his head. Her tongue rolled around the underside of his shaft as she sucked him farther into her mouth.

“Oh, baby, fuck yes.” He threw his head back, needing more air to keep up the race with his heart.

She bobbed in his lap, sucking and licking while his hand curled into her hair. He lost his ability to breathe when she wrapped her gentle hand around his shaft and began to stroke him as well.

“That’s a good girl, such a good girl, yes.” He pressed down on her head, holding her steady and thrusting upward until his cock hit the back of her throat. She swallowed, making her muscles tighten around him. “Fuck,” he growled, then let her back for air.

“Again,” he ordered, pulling her back down while he thrust up. She was ready for him, and took him as deep as she could while running her tongue beneath his shaft and squeezing his balls with her hand.

“Fuck!” He pulled her off and got to his feet, knocking the chair over in his hasty movements. “Open that mouth for me, pretty girl. I’m going to fuck it hard and come down your throat.”

She sat back on her heels, looking up at him with her swollen lips and hazy grin. “Oh yes.” She nodded. Greedy little thing.

Samantha licked her lips and opened wide, keeping her gaze steady on him. He pulled her forward by her hair, and without so much as a whimper, she sucked his cock down. With a clenched jaw, he began to fuck her throat, pulling back and pumping harder and harder, until the warmth and wetness of her mouth drove him to the very end of conscience thought.

She pressed her hands to his thighs, maybe to steady herself, but not to push away. His good girl kept her mouth open for him, sucking and licking.

“All of it. Take all of it,” he ground out as his orgasm spiraled the rest of his thoughts from his mind. His body tensed, and after another hard thrust, his release took over. Wave after wave, his orgasm ripped through him, until every last bit of his cum unloaded down her throat and over her tongue.

He let out a ragged breath when his lungs came back online, and gingerly pulled his dick from her mouth when his brain waves kicked back up.

“Such a good girl.” He released his hold on her hair and stroked his hand down her face until he cradled her chin. “Did you swallow it all?” he asked, tilting her head back.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said with a prideful grin.

“So good.” He helped her stand and hugged her to his chest. Her arms wove around his waist.

After several long moments passed, she pulled back from him and grinned. “Now can I have potato chips and dip?”

He laughed. So pure and innocent was her face when she asked her manipulative question, he couldn’t help the burst of joy coming from his chest.

With a quick swat to her ass, he shook his head. “I said no, and I meant it. But we can definitely lounge on the couch and watch a movie.”

He stepped back and got his clothes in order, watching her expression while he buckled his belt.

“Do you like belts?” he asked, noticing how captured she was by the jangling of his buckle.

“Sometimes. There’s something about that sound, though,” she admitted. He knew it, how could he not? No matter a sub or a Dom, that delectable clink of a belt buckle could signal pleasure coming…or punishment.

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