Page 28 of Teaching His Babygirl

“Daddy, please,” I whine. “I was so close.”

He slaps my thigh in reprimand. “I own your pleasure, little girl.”

I moan at the tinge of pain that only ramps up my need to come. His mouth is back on me and that finger of his is drawing lazy circles around my entrance, teasing me. He dips it inside again, then trails it up to my bottom hole. I groan and clench as he teases my back entrance.

No one has ever taken me there before. The touch is both forbidden and sexy as hell. He slowly pushes his finger inside me, and it’s all I can take. My nerve endings tingle and the burning stretch is nothing but white-hot pleasure. Stars dance behind my eyes as I grip the couch cushion for dear life—my orgasm rocks through me, laying waste to all others before.

“Daddy! Colt!Ohmygod!” I cry out. He doesn’t stop moving his finger as he suckles at my clit. The pleasure goes on and on until I’m blind with it. When he finally relents, I’m floating on a high. Cloud Nine has nothing on what I’m feeling right now.

I slowly return to reality when I hear Colt’s belt buckle being opened then hitting the ground. I lick my lips, wanting to give him the same pleasure he just gave me. Willing my limbs to work, I stand, then slip to my knees in front of my daddy. I lightly run my hands up his thighs, taking in his long, thick length as it bobs in front of my face.

I look up at him with desire. “My turn, daddy.”

Gripping his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, I lean forward licking the pearly white drop from the tip of his cock. The salty flavor bursts across my tongue and I moan. Colt threads his fingers in my hair and pulls me further onto him.

“That’s it, babygirl, suck daddy’s cock.”

My answer is a moan as I take him deeper. Even with his hand in my hair, he lets me set the pace. I suck hard and fast, taking more and more of him on each pass until I’m swallowing down every inch of him.

I pull off of him, gasping for breath, then do it again. His eyes burn into me, watching as I fight my gag reflex to pleasure him. Then he snaps. His fist tightens in my hair, holding me in place as he fucks my mouth.

“Naughty tease,” he growls. “Making daddy lose control like this. Fuck, your mouth is perfect.”

I lave the bottom of his cock as best I can as he shuttles it between my lips, wanting to make this as good as I can for him. More and more of his precome coats my tongue and I swallow, wanting more.

“Do that again,” he commands roughly. “Swallow.”

He pushes to the back of my throat again and I swallow, and again. He sets a slow, firm rhythm that has me swallowing around the head of him on every stroke.

“Fuck, baby, I’m coming. Swallow me down. Drink it all.”

I mumble my ‘yes, daddy’ around his cock just before he explodes. His come floods my mouth and I struggle to keep up. I don’t want to disappoint him by losing a single drop. I swallow him all down, licking his still-hard cock clean.

His hand turns gentle. He’s now stroking my hair instead of pulling as I rest my head against his thigh, trying to catch my breath.

“Thank you, babygirl. That was amazing.”

I look up at him and smile proudly. He lifts me from the ground and carries me to the bedroom. He helps me take my dress off and leads me to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed. Once I’ve taken care of all of that, Colt tucks me into bed.

“Aren’t you going to stay?” I ask with a pout.

He presses a hard kiss to my lips. “Not tonight, love.”

“Why?” My mind spirals into all kinds of negative reasons as to why he wouldn’t want to stay. Before my thoughts can spiral out of control, he kisses me again.

“Stop that,” he scolds, somehow knowing that I’m starting to worry about silly things again. “I have an early meeting with the school board, and I don’t have a change of clothes. I would love nothing more than to crawl into that bed with you.”

“Oh… I guess that’s okay then.”

He smirks at me. “Oh, do you?”

“Yep.”

Colt leans down and kisses me again. “Sleep sweet, beauty. I’ll see you in the morning.”

From a distance and only as co-workers, I think morosely to myself, hating my own rule but not brave enough to change it. Shortly after he leaves, I fall into a fitful sleep.

Chapter Fourteen

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