Page 98 of Giddy Up, Daddy

She didn’t waste any time obeying him. As soon as her legs were draped down his back, he hooked his arms around her thighs and dragged her to his mouth, ready to lick and suck every drop of pleasure from her body. His need was as great as hers and he doubted either of them needed more foreplay.

There was nothing slow or gentle about his hunger. There was no teasing from his tongue. He devoured her. Her clit pulsed as his mouth fastened around it, sucking with a steady pressure that had her ass rising of the bed. She cried out, “Daddy, oh fuck, yes!” as the orgasm hit her.

But it had been too fast. He hadn’t had her in his mouth for long enough yet, so when he released her clit from the suction, he immediately switched to using his tongue instead. Flattened and stroking across the sensitive little nub, he drove her until her legs shook as she strained. He could feel her whole body tightening like a spring, whimpering and moaning as the second orgasm rushed through her.

She tried to push him away saying, “Too much. Too much, Daddy, please.”

He gave her a few seconds of relief from the intense pleasure, but only so he could direct his tongue to her entrance. He fucked her with it, driving it in and out as her hips rolled up to take him deeper.

There was no music he loved more than the sounds of Charlie crawling through waves of pleasure. Her heels drummed against his back providing a baseline in harmony with her cries. It fed his desire, made him want to continue his feast.

He ached to sheathe his cock in her, and without noticing, his own hips had begun to rock, straining as he sought friction against the blankets. It was good, in a frustrating way that drove him crazy. He wanted, needed more, but he could hold out a little longer.

Maybe.

One more orgasm, he promised himself. One more and then he’d satisfy himself. As much as she liked the thrusting of his tongue, it was too shallow to bring her to climax. He moved back to her clit, lapping at the stiff little nub.

She arched, hips grinding against his mouth for more. One hand fisted in his hair. “Please, please, please.” It was more moaning than speaking. The words were practically incoherent, but the tone was obvious.

He let go of her hips and shifted his position so he could bring his hands into play. His fingers spread her wide, and then he bore down, tongue flying frantically as he licked and stroked her into a frenzy.

Her head thrashed and a trickle of nonsense babble spilled out at an ever-rising pitch and tempo. It was a good thing they didn’t have any neighbors, because she didn’t hold back as he dragged her into that last orgasm. It hit her whole body withsuch intensity that she stiffened, and a long wail exploded from her mouth at full volume.

Raggedly panting and incoherent, she went from tugging at his hair to bring his head closer, to trying to push his mouth off her as she whined. She’d reached the limit she could take without making him fight for it. It was too much, and he knew from experience that she was nothing but sensations and emotions in that moment.

He resisted, but only for a few seconds, and then he pushed back onto his knees. His cock stood up straight, leaking precum from the tip as it dipped and strained to reach her. But he was done holding back.

She’d rolled onto her side as soon as he’d released her, flopped there bonelessly. He could hear her making happy little moaning sounds as her body pulsed with pleasure shocks.

He grabbed her hip to roll her back. “Not quite done with you yet, sweetheart.”

Her eyes were closed, and the lashes fluttered but didn’t open. She made a protesting sound and pushed at his hands. “No more, Daddy. Fuck, I’ll die if you bring me over one more time.”

He chuckled. “Wouldn’t be a bad way to go though, would it?”

Charlie grumbled, but didn’t have the energy to fight much, as he spread her legs again and positioned himself between her thighs. His cock dipped between her folds, swirling around until the head was soaked with her juices and then he nudged against her entrance with a shallow thrust to warn her.

One eye popped open and she squinted at him. “Maybe…” Suddenly her body relaxed, and her legs stopped straining to close. She became more cooperative, shifting her hips to welcome him in.

“I thought you said no more?” He eased in an inch or so. She was slippery and ready. He rocked his hips back and forth with short, teasing thrusts.

She squirmed. “This is different.” Her voice sounded raw from all the noise she’d made, but there was an awakening eagerness underlying it. She let out a low moan as he pushed a little further in.

That sound made things clench in his lower body and he realized he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. He pulled out of her, positioned himself with one hand and snapped his hips forward to claim her in one deep thrust that rocked them both.

She groaned and grabbed at him, “Yes, just like that. Fuck me hard, Daddy. Deep and hard.” She canted her hips and bucked a little, demanding.

He’d already intended to, but the demand made him want to deny her, and he pulled back, letting his cock slide from her with a wet slurping sound that made it clear how very aroused she was. “Is that an order, darlin?”

Charlie’s expression twisted and she opened her mouth to snap something… and then thought better of it. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly instead. Only after that did she say, “Please?”

He pretended to consider her request. “Hmm.” One eyebrow went up as he watched her expression, but finally, slowly, he nudged her entrance and began to ease back into the welcoming heat. He took his time, making them both crazy, just to teach her a lesson, but he didn’t have the patience to keep it up.

Apparently neither did she. After only a few languid strokes, Charlie began to work her muscles around him, squeezing and flexing as she stroked his length and drew him in deeper. Submissive or not, his wife had a way of getting what she wanted.

It was his turn to groan, and a grin tilted her mouth when she heard it. She thought she’d won, and she had—for the moment. He’d have his revenge later, when she least expected it.

“Brat!” He tried to sound stern, but even he could hear the hunger in his voice. He gave up trying to make her wait, he was only punishing himself. He pulled almost all the way out, and then slammed home again, but this time he didn’t stop.

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