Page 142 of Daddy's Naughty List

Connor

“Lay back, babygirl.”

With a pout, she obeyed him and damn if that didn’t make his dick even harder. He needed that control, and from the way her eyes had deepened from their normally striking seafoam green to the deep turquoise they were now, she needed it, too. Not that he didn’t already know that.

Once he slipped off her bottoms, she lay before him, gloriously naked. The deeper color of her smooth skin, now glowing with an underlying rose blush on her chest and cheeks, was stunning. He removed his clothes and joined her on the bed.

Tracing his finger along her collarbone, he watched her nipples pebble. Yeah, he should have done whatever it took to get her back to Darling sooner. All those wasted months. But now they were on the right track, and if the rest of the day went according to plan, they’d continue down that track with her sharing his name.

“I’ll always be hungry for this.” He brushed his lips over hers before working his way along every inch of her velvet skin. He wanted his mouth on every part of her, from the top of her head to every one of her delectable toes.

As he worked his way back up her body to spend time worshipping those rosy nipples, she pushed against his shoulder. He allowed her to roll him to his back. The hunger in her eyes as she stared at his cock made his thick length jump.

Her eyes shot to his in surprise. He would have laughed if the surprise hadn’t morphed into something deliciously wicked. At that look, he lost the ability to speak.

“Oh no!” she said. “I scared him. Let me make it better.”

He didn’t have time to ask her what she meant. She ran her fingers down the center of his abs and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, gripping his shaft. He’d thought his dick couldn’t get any harder, but he’d been wrong. Where she learned what she did next, he had no clue, but she cupped his balls with her other hand, rolling them gently. At that, he lost the ability to think.

“Fuck! Bliss, babygirl…”

“Don’t make me stop, Daddy,” she said. “Please? I want to give you my gift.”

Stop her? He wouldn’t have even if he could. And right then he could not. “I won’t, babygirl. I like your gift. Shit!” He almost came when she gently squeezed his balls.

His head fell back, and his eyes closed as she shifted and touched the tip of his cock with her tongue. After licking the precum from the head, she took it into her mouth and moaned. He gripped the comforter and focused all his effort into not blowing his load in her mouth. He wanted this to last. And when he came, he was doing it seated balls deep inside her.

She took her time moving up and down his cock. Slowly. Too damn slowly. Then she flicked her tongue over the sensitive spot at the back of his dick where the shaft met the head. At that, he lost the ability to breathe.

He moved his hand from the bedcovers to her ass, squeezing her cheek before giving it a slap. The moan that earned him vibrated around his cock and he once again almost came. He brought his hand down again, then caressed the pink handprints he’d left. Another moan. “My babygirl likes my hand on her ass.” Desire made his voice rough.

She paused long enough to say, “Yes, Daddy.”

Vixen. Siren. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.

Knowing he had reached the limit of what he could take and remain sane, he pulled her up and rolled her onto her back, covering her body with his own. He kissed her deep, hard, and wet, tasting himself on her tongue.

When he pulled back, she protested his moving her. “Daddy, I wasn’t finished with your present.”

“I know, trouble. But Daddy likes your present too much to take it all at once. You can give me some more of it another time.”

Moving between her thighs, he entered her slowly. Her hot, wet core enveloped him. He tortured them both with slow, gentle movements. She was a living embodiment of her name, head pressed back, breath coming in ragged pants, eyes closed. God, she was beautiful. She was everything he could ever hope to have in his life, in his bed.

“Eyes on me, little one.” He firmed his tone, so she’d know it was a command. One she obeyed without pause or question. He had no idea why that did something deep inside his heart, but it did.

Yeah, she could brat from time to time, but not here. Not when they were making love. He had all the control and they both got off on it. He’d never known anyone like his babygirl. She was his, made just for him, and he would love her with every ounce of his mind, body, and soul until the day he died.

Reaching between them, he found her clit. He circled around it, building the fire in her higher, keeping the same slow, steady pace. Sweat beaded his forehead from the effort it took not to come inside her, but he managed to hold back.

“I… I need you… to go… faster. Please, Daddy. I… I can’t take… I need.”

He shushed her. “Patience, little girl. I promise it will be worth it.”

When he felt the first quiver of her slick inner walls, he shifted his angle to hit her most sensitive places with each thrust. When she gripped him with her inner muscles, he pinched her clit, and she screamed his name over and over. His name on her lips pushed him over the edge and he joined her in her ecstasy.

As they both came down from the most incredible climax of his life, he remained inside her and whispered words of love that were for her ears alone. Eventually, he rolled off her, lying beside her with his leg covering hers, burying his face in her neck.

Once he had the ability to stand, he got a warm, wet cloth and cleaned her with special care to her sensitive areas. After returning the cloth to the bathroom, he settled beside her on the bed. She snuggled into him, and he knew it was time for her most important gift.

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