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“Daddy, I want a kiss.”

She gets one.

Chapter Eleven

Mina

I twirl around in my wedding dress, silliness trap my legs under a ton of fluffed fabric. My hair is taken down from their hairstyle, there must have been one hundred bobby pins just to hold up the fancy knot.

Everyone has gone home after the wedding, Daddy said to not disturb us for any reason because he is going to feast on me. Excitement bubbles in heart, causing goosebumps to rise in my arms as I spin around. Letting the heavy dress settle down on the carpeted floor, I giggle gleefully as I feel like a true princess in a ball, dancing with a prince charming.

“Take it off,” Daddy commands with his hand heavy on my hips to stop my spinning.

“Help me?” I widen my eyes, feeding his dominance with my innocence.

I turn around and his hot fingers trace the curve of my neck, trailing down the column of my throat with one sweep. Daddy touches the zipper hidden in the dress, gliding the teeth down with a slow and purposeful drag that has anticipation rising in my body. Kisses litter on my bare shoulders, letting the soft material fall off of them as he uses one tug to pool the dress around my feet.

I close my arms around my strapless bra and the coolness breathes on my quivering tummy with my panties clinging to my butt. Heat trickles down my panties with the radiating warmth from Daddy’s big body, my face burns when I feel it begin to get slick with my juices.

Steady and determined hands, Daddy works on the clip of my bra to free them with a bounce as the contraption falls to the ground. He firmly holds both of my breasts in his large palm, squeezing and kneading the fleshiness.

I moan his name, roll my hips back, and breathes my desire through shortened heartbeats.

Daddy pinches my nipples, tugging forward to let them bounce back with a hypnotizing wave. Rough palms skate over my tummy, leisurely snapping at the flimsy fabric of my panties. I impatiently rock my hips to the hot shaft on my back. Now is not the time for Daddy to have the patience of a saint, he’s never like this. Whenever he gets his hands on me, he’s always ripping away my clothes and tearing away my panties like they are tissue paper.

He has an unlimited supply of panties for me.

His thumbs hook into the hem, resting his hands on the flare of my hips and I whine for him togo,go,go. I need to feel his hands do something else other than stringing me along.

“Daddy!” my voice echoes a pout.

“I’m doing this for you, little girl.” Daddy grunts, tugging the panties down and it drops to my ankles.

I step away and turn around to him, blushing under his heated gaze as shyness creep up on me with a glint reflecting in those dark eyes.

“I’ll hurt you,” he said, but I don’t think he would.

I show him my resolve by taking his big hand and cupping the slickness of my pussy. I’m usually very shy and reserved, but Daddy brings out this dirty girl with boldness attached to her and I don’t regret finding this side of me.

“I’m okay, Daddy. I need you,” I whimper, jutting my lips out to push my pout further.

He knows my limits, and he knows I get wet just by one look too. Sometimes I get too wet that Daddy has this animalistic look in his eyes, if he didn’t want to wait for our wedding night, I would have been in bed for days.

“Get on the bed,” he barks, I turn around and speed to the massive bed and clean sheets.

I sway my butt, making sure he’s watching while I climb up with my pussy open for his eyes.

A smack forces my face down on the comforter and I squeal in pain, Daddy’s strikes come down on my other cheek with sharp precision. I mewl throatily, shaking from the pain conforming into a wave of pleasure as my butt stings and throbs with the heartbeat in my throat.

“You will get what you want but do not tease me when I am holding back.” he smacks my cheek again.

Wincing, I push my face for air and gasps, “But, what if I don’t want Daddy to hold back?”

“Then you get fucked like a whore under me,” he snarls, rumbling purr tumbles out his wide chest.

I moan at the thought, my pussy throbs in agreement. “I want that, Daddy. You’re always so gentle with me, but I want all of Daddy. The monster you keep telling me about too.”

He cups my pussy again, a thumb pushing between my folds to swipe them down towards my clit, but he doesn’t touch me there. Smearing slick as he inches towards my pulsing hole, he rubs the opening with a roughness equivalent to the dirty thoughts flowing in my head.

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