Page 210 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“I… Yes, Sir,” I said with a whimper.

He moved down my body, pausing to brush his free hand over my skin, to leave a trail of burning kisses down my tummy, and the ache between my thighs grew stronger, more insistent.

“I am gonna die if you don’t let me come soon.”

He only let out a low chuckle in answer. I would have groaned in frustration, but he had promised to take care of me. And if there was anyone in the world I trusted, it was him.

“Spread your pretty thighs,” he demanded, and I did.

He pressed soft kisses to my lower belly, then moved down to kiss my thighs, and I had to squirm. I couldn’t help it.

“I am gonna lick you up,” he said before he stroked a fingertip over my clit, and again, my hips arched off the bed as pleasure swept through me.

“Oh my god!”

“Hold still like a good girl,” he said.

I tried. I really did. But when he used his fingers to part my folds and started exploring with his wet, hot tongue, it was impossible. I was getting wetter and wetter, needing him more and more. When he pressed two fingers inside me, I moaned, and I couldn’t help but squeeze his fingers.

“You like that, baby?” he asked. “You like me being inside you?”

But I couldn’t answer. My whole body filled up with sensation. With needing him. And he slid his fingers in further, then out again, in and out as he licked my hard clit.

My head emptied. I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t think at all. All I knew was his mouth on me, doing the most incredible dance on my clit while his fingers slipped in and out of my body.

“I am gonna make you come, baby. Come for me,” he ordered right before he sucked my clit into his mouth.

And like the good girl I rarely was, I came, so hard I was shaking as waves of pleasure washed over me. But he didn’t stop. He kept sucking, kept thrusting his fingers inside me, and in moments the pressure built again, and I was coming into his mouth, so darn hard it was as emotional as it was physical, and I started to cry.

He immediately moved back up my body and wrapped his arms around me.

“You okay? What’s going on?”

“I just… It just felt so good. I feel so taken care of. And it’s been so long,” I said in between sniffles.

“Aw, baby. You deserve to be cared for, in every way. And I intend to do exactly that. Now, are you ready to take my cock?”

“Oh, yes, please.”

He reached to the nightstand next to the bed and opened the drawer, pulling out a condom. He slipped it onto his hard shaft, and in moments he was poised over me again.

He held himself up on his arms, using a hand to part my folds, then the head of his hard-as-a-rock cock was at my entrance.

“Spread a little more for me, Rip.”

I did, pulling my knees up to his sides.

“Good girl,” he told me, causing chills to run up my spine.

Then he pressed inside me, slowly, slowly, until he was finally fully seated.

“God, you feel good,” he said, his voice low and throaty.

He began to move, a slow, sensual rhythm, and my hips rose to meet his. With every thrust pleasure drove deeper inside me. I’d never come like this before, but soon I was hovering at the edge, trying not to fall over, waiting for him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, but he took charge once more, taking both my wrists and pinning them over my head. He held himself up, staring into my eyes before he grabbed me and rolled us both over, so that I was on top of him.

“Ride me, baby,” he told me.

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