Page 72 of Awakening His Daddy

“Yes, so much! Play with my slit.” He swirls the drop of pre-cum over my head before he pushes the tip of his thumb against it.

I jolt and cum on the spot. Daddy uses his hand to jerk me fast now so he can help me through my orgasm.

“Oh god, Daddy, it’s so good! It’s so good.”

My head thrashes and my hips buck as he works me over.

“Such a good boy.” He lets go of my dick, and it falls down with a sticky plop. “But look at the mess you made.” He holds his hand up, and I lick it.

His eyes widen so fast.

“More,” he commands, and I suck his fingers like the dirty cum slut I am. I whine when he pulls his hand away, but when he sticks a tentative tongue out to taste it himself, I stop complaining.

His eyes light up, and he sucks my fingers so clean, I’m worried that he might take my skin off next.

Then he surprises me even more by rolling me onto my back and licking my cum off my body.

“So good,” he purrs, and my dick twitches violently.

“Daddy, please, my dick is too tired for you to be so sexy.”

He laughs and nibbles my tummy.

“Oh god!” He swirls his tongue around it and dips into my belly button before he sits up and takes away his warm mouth.

“Who, knew cum tasted so good?” His tongue pokes out and licks his lips.

“Gay men,” I tease. “But seriously, not everyone likes the taste of cum.”

“I’ve never tried it before, but yours is delicious.”

“You can have it whenever you want.”

“You should really think before you make an offer like that.”

I giggle and roll on top of him so I’m straddling his gloriously thick thighs.

“You can have my dick and my delicious cum whenever you want,” I purr and run my good hand through his chest hair and down to his belly.

He twitches.

“Are you ticklish, Daddy?”

He grabs my hand and holds it tight. “No.”

I use my left to twirl the little patch of hair right above his waistband, and he squirms again.

“I think you are.”

When he reaches out to grab my bad hand. I make a big fuss about him hurting me.

“Oh my goodness. I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His panic subsides when he sees my smile and rolls us over so he can pin me beneath him.

“You little brat,” he accuses and tickles my sides mercilessly. “Using your injury to make me feel bad!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I pant through my laughter. My hand comes up, and I hit Daddy in the head with my cast, and we both cry out in pain.

This time, I’m not playing around.

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