Page 36 of Who's Your Daddy

Daddy was so smart…and my pretty rug was so squishy.

“You’re…” Kisses. Licks. Daddy groans. “You’re such a good Daddy.”

He knew I was making it special for him.

“You’re a good…a good boy for Daddy.” He sounded like he was going to tell me more about what a good boy I was, but he moaned when I gave him more open-mouthed kisses.

He liked those.

And he liked cute little kisses.

And he liked licks.

He liked all kinds of playtime.

“Hello there. You need more attention.” Allover attention, not just to the top. “The rest of you is lonely. I’m sorry.”

Daddy’s head was big but the rest was perfect for my mouth and I gave it lots of good kisses until I got to the bottom. “No hiding from your new special friend.”

“Oh.” Daddy was so helpful. “Thank you.”

Wiggling his pants lower, I found the rest that had been playing a different game. “No hide-and-seek from your friend.”

Everybody got kisses and licks and snuggly attention. “Not too smooth. Not too fuzzy. Just right.”

“I’m not a bowl of oatmeal.” Daddy was grumbly but he moaned as I giggled. “And you’re not a little blonde thief.”

“If I was, my Daddy would spank me.” Giving him more licks as he wiggled and moaned, I giggled and started working my way back up and giving the other side attention too. “He’d call me a naughty slut who was flirting with the big bears next door.”

I’d be a very good naughty Goldilocks.

Oh, I could hump the bears’ beds, not take a nap. Naps were boring but humpies were fun.

Daddy laughed and sent happy sparks through me, making me wiggle faster as I gave him more kisses. “Yes, I’d spank you for flirting with the bears. You’re my slut and I’d keep a very close eye on you.”

Yes, that was a much better way for that story to go.

“You might have to lock me up…or cage me…” He’d have to work hard at keeping me safe. I was a handful. “Kisses for Daddy…”

When I got to the tip, I gave it more big kisses before looking up at Daddy. “You’d have to spank me and lock me up and then make me give you big kisses so I remembered who I belonged to.”

Big kisses.

Helpless big kisses because I’d been naughty.

Daddy was smart and had a good imagination too. His hands moved to my head and he glared at me like I’d been a bad little slut. “You need to remember who you belong to, naughty slut.”

Yay.

“Oh, Daddy. I’ll be good.” Oh no. I’d been naughty. “Please don’t punish me.”

“You were naughty, little slut. You don’t get to beg for mercy.” Daddy’s voice was rough as he pushed my head lower. “Kisses are the only thing that will save you.”

Then that was what I’d have to do.

Oh well.

Wrapping my lips around him, I teased the tip with my tongue as I took him deeper and deeper.

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