Page 10 of Her Daddy Valentine

And I’m not disappointed. Not one bit. Vaughn really is rock-hard all the way down. Every inch of him is lean and cut. Big arms, six-pack abs, and thighs that could crush a watermelon.

That’s not even talking about the most important one, stretching the front of his boxers ahead of him.

Vaughn’s eyes are glued to my chest as I unclasp my bra strap. His mouth drops a little when my tits bounce free from their confines, and one of his hands moves over the twitching muscle inside his boxer shorts.

“Like what you see?” I bite my bottom lip and try to control my racing heartbeat.

He doesn’t speak, or maybe he can’t, opting to respond with a nod.

I walk back to him, taking slow, methodical steps while hooking my thumbs into my panty’s waistband. I sink them, inch by inch, until I’m close enough to touch him, letting them fall to the floor completely.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” Vaughn says, gently gliding his hand up and down his length.

I smile but don’t speak, giving his boxers the same treatment as my panty’s. He moves his hand away while I pull them down, and with a growling moan, his head shoots straight up to the ceiling.

His cock springs free, and before I manage to get them off completely, the tip brushes against my belly. My eyes widen at the sight of the massive cock, standing upright and eager.

“Can I touch it, Daddy?” Oh, crap. Where the hell did that come from?

“Daddy?” Vaughn’s lips curl in a smirk. “That’s so fucking hot.”

Vaughn grabs my hand by the wrist and starts moving me toward his cock. Oh fuck, it’s actually happening. We’re going to do this. I can’t tell if I want to jump for joy or if I’m about to faint from my unsteady, rapid breathing.

“Well, it’s your fault.” I turn my nose up at him. “Because you’re so fucking hot.”

A deep growl rumbles out of his chest, but it quickly turns into a feverish moan as my fingertips graze his veiny erection.

“You’re going to split me in half,” I mutter, feeling it in full for the first time tonight. Thick enough that my hand can barely close when I try to wrap around it, and lengthy to the point I can’t see a world in which the whole thing will fit inside me.

“Daddy will be gentle,” he groans as I start to stroke him.

“Promise?”

Vaughn hoists me into the air and throws me onto the bed. He follows closely, and as soon as I stop bouncing, his mouth hits my clean-shaven legs.

“You’re incredible,” he mutters, starting to pepper kisses against my shin. Each one higher than the last, making his way upward. “Beautiful. Funny. Smart.” My body stiffens into a knot as he passes my knee and strikes sensitive thigh meat. “You’re the whole fucking package, baby girl.”

“Your package,” I whimper at the sensation of his cool breath tickling my damp inner thighs.

“That’s right. Mine. All mine.” He runs the flat pad of his tongue over the wet spot, getting his first taste of me. My legs close in around his head, pinning him in place. God, if this is how I’m reacting to him licking my leg, there’s no way I’ll be able to handle his mouth against my pussy.

“Fucking delicious,” he mutters, going for another lick. Again and again while his head continues moving on its course.

I throw my hands downward, clawing at handfuls of his hair. Deep in the throes of desire, I can’t stop myself from tugging and guiding him closer to my core.

Not that Vaughn needs anymore of an invitation. He looks up at me before he moves to his final destination. Fiery determination burns in his golden eyes, blending incredibly with his own desperation.

His tongue slips out of his lips, and the point strikes against my intimacy. I howl out at the soft, prodding muscle’s touch. He follows with another sharp lashing, but with the third, his mouth engulfs my clit, and my body starts to spasm uncontrollably.

Noises erupt from both of us. Vaughn’s primal in nature, focused on his task of thrusting pleasure into me. Mine, a mixed bag of whimpers, moans, and unnatural noises that no human should ever make. It’s a good thing he’s in a corner apartment. The poor neighbors would be traumatized hearing me.

While his mouth continues to work my sensitive bud, Vaughn hooks an arm under my knee and lets his fingers drift closer. It slithers across my skin, taking its time to reach my hole. A low grunt escapes him as it finds the silky, soaked spot between my legs.

Vaughn mutters something, but between his tongue lapping at me and my own heartbeat in my ears, I can’t make out the words. Not that it matters; I couldn’t answer him if I wanted to, being pushed closer and closer to the edge of release.

His other hand shoots up my body, grabbing my breast in a perfect cup as his thumb grazes my pussy lips. I choke out a noise, and taking that as a cue to go harder, Vaughn rams the digit inside me. A spasm of delight courses through every muscle in me, and I jolt forward, unable to control myself with it all becoming too much to handle.

“Don’t stop, Daddy,” I sputter. “Right there. You’re gonna make me come.”

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