Page 40 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“Why wouldn’t I say it when it’s the truth?” He leaned over her, placing one hand on the mattress by her head as he used his other hand to brush hers away from her face. Then he kissed her. Lightly at first, but then harder. Drawing back, he moved his mouth down her neck to where it met her shoulder.

“You are so beautiful. So sexy. So damn delicious.”

“I’ve never had anyone talk to me like you do,” she told him.

Oh, he liked that. Kneeling, he grabbed the bottom of her top and pulled it off over her head. Then he drew her up so he could reach around and undo her bra, drawing it off.

She let out a small sigh of pleasure.

“You good, baby?” he asked as she lay back.

“Just grateful to have that torture device off. They ought to be banned.”

“It feels that bad to wear it?” he asked with a frown.

“Not when it’s on, I guess. But it feels so good to take it off.” She raised her hands above her head and stretched like a cat.

He liked that she wasn’t super shy with her body. Considering she’d been horrified at the idea of touching herself while he watched, he’d thought she might be more shy.

Bending down, he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked.

“Oh. Ohhh.” She placed her hand on the back of his head. “More, please. More.”

He moved his mouth to her other nipple, sucking again.

“That feels so good.”

Hmm. Seemed she liked having her nipples played with. He tongued the tight bud, flicking it lightly.

Her breathing grew louder as he gave each nipple the same attention.

“Please, please,” she cried.

“It’s all right, darlin’. I’m going to take good care of you. Shh.” He kissed down her tummy until he reached her pussy. Then he parted the lips of her pussy.

So fucking beautiful.

Leaning in, he took a long lick. “God, you taste amazing.”

“I do?” There was a note of vulnerability in her voice, and he knew he had to tread carefully.

He wanted to lift her up. Make her feel amazing and beautiful.

Stafford wanted her to know her worth.

“Fucking delicious. And so beautiful. If I could spend time every day between these legs, I’d be a damn happy man.”

“Stafford! You can’t say things like that!”

He could.

Although he likely shouldn’t.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he ran his tongue over her clit, flicking it softly. Sometimes, actions were better than words.

At least they were when he didn’t trust the words that were about to come from his mouth.

As he played with her clit, he slid two fingers into her pussy, thrusting them back and forth.

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