Page 149 of Daddy's Wild Girl

“I don’t . . . I guess it might.”

“Then don’t do that. And I won’t be putting you in bondage either. Don’t want to risk hurting your hands.”

God, he was amazing.

She blinked back tears.

“What’s this?” He ran a thumb under her eye.

“You’re just so incredible. It’s hard to believe you’re real.”

He smiled and then dropped to his knees in front of her. “I am. And I’m right here, staring at the prettiest pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing.” He parted her lips. “And so wet. You really want me all the time?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Good. I feel the same way. Do you know what free use is?”

“I, um, I think I do.”

And she had to admit that the idea excited her.

“You will have to trust me more before we try that. Because I want you to be certain of the fact that I will always take care of you. But one day, if you’re still into it, we’ll explore that.”

“I want to do it now.”

“Yeah? You’re happy for me to take you whenever and wherever I want? Whether you’re sleeping or watching television or talking on the phone?”

“Y-yes,” she said.

He smiled gently. “You’re not quite there yet and that’s okay, baby. Remember, free use can have limits too. Say, when you’re cooking you might not want me to come up behind you and slide into that pretty pussy.”

“I don’t cook, so that’s not so much of a problem.”

“Hmm . . . true. But on things where you really have to concentrate and it’s dangerous to be distracted . . . that would be a limit.”

“You’d never do anything to put me in danger.”

He cupped both of her breasts, lightly playing with her nipples. “Good girl. You’re beginning to get it. There might also be times when I just want to look at you. Where I might tell you to spread your legs and lift your skirt. Or lower your top to show me your breasts. Or bend over so I can see that delicious ass.”

Holy. Moly.

She was so wet, and her breath was coming in sharp pants. It was kind of embarrassing.

“Yeah, I can see you like that. Red is okay for your safeword?”

She nodded.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes, that’s good. Do you . . . do you want me to call you Sir?”

“Nope. When I’m touching you like this, I want to hear my name on your lips.”

Then he parted her lower lips with his fingers and leaned in to suck on her clit.

Oh hell.

Bebe was completely exposed. there was nothing covering her from his gaze . . . his touch . . . and Lord, was it hot.

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