Page 141 of Daddy's Naughty List

“Mmm. You smell fantastic, like sweetness and light.” He pressed kisses along the rim of her jaw.

It was getting harder not to pant. “Thank you, Daddy.” He was taking over her plans. She was supposed to be ravishing him. That was the plan right up until the moment he wrapped her long hair around his hand and used the control that gave him to tilt her head to the side so he could kiss his way along her shoulder, uncovered as he nudged her top out of the way.

“Daddy, you need to stop.” She hated the whine in her voice, but if he didn’t stop her plans were going to fly out the window.

He lifted his lips from her shoulder and grinned. “I do? Now why would I want to do that, baby?”

Argh! “Because I’m supposed to be the one seducing you. Not the other way around.”

“Aah, I see.” He returned to feathering kisses along her collarbone. “Well, in that case, trouble, don’t let me stop you. How do you plan on going about doing it?”

Bliss gasped. “I can’t tell you that! I’m supposed to just do it.”

He chuckled while kissing the hollow of her throat. That was just rude. Any second… Oh, god that felt so good… What was she doing? Then she remembered her plan. Without thinking, she stomped her foot. “Daddy!”

“Don’t get upset—ouch! Trouble!”

The growl in his voice made her struggle to get away. “It was an accident!” Not realizing how close he stood, she stomped his foot instead of the floor.

Oh, man! How much trouble was she in? Refusing to let her go, he swatted her bottom and nipped the lobe of her ear. She lost the ability to stand. She was in trouble, all right. Just not the kind she’d thought.

He squeezed the cheek he’d just smacked, then slipped his hand into her pajama pants. “Hm, where are your panties, naughty girl?”

“I don’t know, Daddy. Oh!” She gasped as he slid his hand around her hip and rested his fingers just above her clit. “I, uh… I couldn’t… couldn’t seem to… to find any last night.”

“Well, I’d call that a win-win.” His voice was low and gravelly. Keeping his hand in place, he slipped a finger between the folds of her soaking wet pussy. “I have to say, babygirl. You’re really good at this seduction thing.”

She thought he was making fun of her until he pressed his thick, hard cock against her.

“Ooohhh…” That was all she could get out. She was so turned on her slickness coated the tops of her inner thighs. “Oh… my goodness.” She clenched the inner walls of her core in an effort to relieve the tension building inside her.

“You know what they say, trouble. Goodness has nothing to do with it.”

“I don’t think this is how my seducing you is supposed to work,” she said in a breathy voice.

“I think it’s working just fine.” He stroked her from her clit to her core. “Is all this wetness for me, babygirl?”

Words were beyond her at this point. She could do nothing but nod.

He growled his approval. “Damn right, it is. And this swollen nub. Is it hard and pulsing for me?”

She rested her forehead against his chest and nodded again.

He withdrew his fingers, glistening with her juices, and brought them to his mouth. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he sucked them clean. “I love the taste of you, babygirl. You can seduce me anytime.”

“You’re the one doing the seducing, Daddy. I want my turn.” It was hard to think with all the feelings he was stirring up inside her. But here he was, giving her something again when she wanted to give to him. She was going to demand he stop. Any second now. She was!

He turned her so that her back pressed against him, the length of his cock nestling along the crack of her backside. Why did that ramp her need even higher? She pressed back to increase the pressure from behind and her pussy spasmed.

She twisted back around to face him, thinking that would help her gain control. It did not. She forgot how beautiful he was. Perfect. He was perfect. She could stare at him forever. Especially when he had that look in his eyes. That fierce, possessive look that stole her breath.

“I’m hungry, babygirl.” The need in his gaze made his meaning clear.

She pretended to misunderstand. “Again? I’m still full of pancakes.”

“Uh-uh. I have something sweeter in mind.” When he scooped her up in his arms, her squeals of laughter echoed around the room as he carried her to the bed.

Taking his time, he unbuttoned her pajama top and slid it from her shoulders. If she didn’t take control of this situation, she’d never be able to give him her gift. So, she made her move.

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