Page 11 of Daddy's Little Sunshine

“First things first.” He pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing a body normally only found on the covers of fitness magazines. “I’m going to prove you’re a Variant.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I told you, I’m not.”

“Really? Storm stopped.” He dropped his pants and stepped closer to the bed, his head tilted to the side. “Only lasted, what? Five minutes?” He knelt on the bed and crawled towards her. “Came out of nowhere, too. Weird weather we’re having, lately.” He cocked an eyebrow at her and smirked like he knew some grand secret he wasn’t letting her in on. “Maybe like the weather you used to have back home?”

Lainey’s heart hammered against her rib cage, but she shook her head. “No. And don’t touch me. You’re crazy.”

“I’m not crazy.” Strong hands reached for her, grabbing her shorts and yanking them down her legs, baring her to his hungry gaze. “Lay back, sunshine. Let Daddy take care of you.”

“No.” She kicked at him, but even she knew she didn’t mean it.

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the skin on the inner part of her knee. His touch sent electricity arcing through her, setting every nerve on fire. “I’m going to make you scream.” Hot, wet kisses trailed up her thigh. “And then we can talk about the weather.”

Before she could respond, his mouth was on her, and she arched under him, waves of pleasure crashing over her. She reached for him, her hands fisting in his hair. He ignored her tugging on his scalp, ignored all of her attempts to guide him. Instead, he took his time, using his tongue to tease her and drive her wild.

The pleasure he’d promised stayed just out of reach. Every time she teetered on the edge of release, he changed direction and pulled her back again. “Daddy, please!” His sultry chuckle vibrated against her clit and she sobbed with frustration.

“Please, what, sunshine? Tell Daddy what you want.”

Lainey’s head thrashed against the pillow. “Can’t. Please.”

“Not until you ask. Politely.”

His tongue slowed, and she wanted to cry at the painful pleasure he was inflicting on her. “Daddy! I want… I want…”

“What, sunshine? What do you want?”

“I can’t,” she whined, tugging at his hair again. But he kept up his slow, thorough assault on her pussy until she thought she might die from the pleasure.

“I can do this all night, little girl.”

He could not. The rational part of her mind whispered that he was lying, and there was no way he could continue to torture her all night. But logic had nothing on the extreme, burning need overwhelming her. That need screamed he could, and he would, and for God’s sake to just do what the man said. “I want to come. Please, please, please.”

“Good girl. Come for Daddy.” He slid two fingers inside her and stroked while he worked her clit with his tongue. Her release was an explosion inside of her, nothing like the gentle pleasure she gave herself in the dark privacy of her bedroom. This, what he gave her, overwhelmed her. Her world narrowed to him and the intense pleasure buffeting her as he swirled his tongue over her clit, drawing out every last shudder and gasp until she simply collapsed on the bed.

“That was fucking beautiful. Now it’s Daddy’s turn.”

She grinned up at him when he rose to kneel over her. “You think so, huh?”

“Mouthy little brat.”

He filled her with a single thrust, stretching her more than she knew was possible. “Fuck!” She threw her arms around him and dug her fingers into his back.

“Watch your language,” he growled.

Madness gripped her. It had to be madness, to provoke the man who’d punished and pleasured her so thoroughly. “Make me.”

In one fluid motion, he pulled away from her and flipped her onto her stomach. He landed several hard swats on her ass, renewing the pain from her earlier whipping before he gripped her hips and pushed into her. “You going to listen now, little girl?”

Her ass ached; her nerve endings were still on fire from the force of her earlier orgasm. It was all too much. And somehow still not enough. “Maybe.”

Wrapping a hand around her ponytail, he yanked her head back at the same time he rammed his cock inside of her again. She hadn’t known having her hair pulled while her man fucked her hard and fast could be so fucking hot. A perfect blend of pain and pleasure.

“You’ll learn to listen, one way or another, little girl.”

A second wave of pleasure took her under, mingling with the pain until the line blurred to the point that she no longer knew where the line even was. And when he came, slamming his hips against her throbbing ass, it was absolute perfection.

Daddy collapsed beside her and pulled her into his arms. His chest rose and fell under her head, and once again, the sun beamed in through the windows, warming their skin as they lay together.

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