Page 65 of Impressing Brett

He tosses me on the bed so that I bounce, and then he climbs over me. His mouth is on my shoulder, neck, ear, and cheek. He kisses me everywhere, making a path to my other ear. “If it’s a hardship…” he growls.

I wrap my legs around his waist and hold him to me. “I can make this sacrifice for you,” I tease.

He chuckles and dislodges me with very little effort before flipping me over and straddling me so he’s sitting on my thighs, holding me face down to the bed. He palms my panty-covered bottom. The only other thing I’m wearing is a short cotton dress. It has ridden up my waist.

His hands slide up under my dress higher and higher until he drags his fingers along the sides of my breasts.

I whimper and arch. “Daddy…”

“Sacrifice, huh?”

I’m kind of sorry I made that joke. It’s probably going to bite me in the butt. I shake my head. “I was kidding, Daddy.”

“Mmm. Were you? I think I should see how much you’re willing to sacrifice.” He tucks a hand in my panties and slides it down until he’s cupping my pussy, stroking through my wet folds. “Such a wet little sacrificial lamb.”

I moan as he eases a finger into me.

“A tight Little lamb, too.” He removes his finger and thrusts it in deeper. “I appreciate you sacrificing this tight hole for Daddy’s pleasure.”

My eyes roll back in my head when he adds a second finger and presses against my clit at the same time. I can’t move. He has me pinned. When I arch my chest off the bed, he slides his other hand down to cup my breast. He pinches my nipple. The pleasure/pain races to my pussy. I’m going to come wantonly and fast.

He adds another finger, and I come. Hard. So fast that I can’t catch my breath. I’m panting and wiggling in his hold while he continues to fuck me with his fingers and stroke my clit. He doesn’t release my nipple, either.

“You are so sexy, Lacy.” His voice is deep with arousal. “So damn gorgeous when you come. Thank you for your sacrifice.”

I giggle.

When he finally removes his hand from my panties, he lifts his weight off my thighs, allowing me to flip over just in time to watch him licking his fingers clean.

I’m breathing hard still. I reach for him. “Please. Need you.”

“More sacrifice?” he teases.

“Always.”

He scrambles off the bed and removes his clothes while I yank my dress over my head and shrug out of my panties. I spread my legs, grateful that he climbs between them. His hands slide under my shoulder blades as his lips come to mine.

His kiss is deep and consuming. I become one with him when he kisses me. I can’t get enough of him. My hands roam up his back. I dig my fingertips into his shoulders. I need him inside me.

My breath hitches when he thrusts into me, filling me, making me whole. “Yes…” I mutter.

He grinds the base of his cock against my clit before pulling out and doing it again. The rhythm he sets up is perfect because he knows my body so well. He knows exactly how to make me come and how to make me wait.

Luckily, he doesn’t make me wait. He grabs my shoulders, releases my lips, and meets my gaze, “Come for me, Lacy.”

I do as he commands, pulsing around his erection while he follows behind me.

How could I ever think of leaving this man? He calls to both my Little and my adult in perfect proportions. I want this. I want it forever.

As I come down from my high, listening to the two of us breathe, I wonder if we will ever escape my problems and live happily ever after.

Chapter 19

Brett

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“Is this one okay, Lacy?” I hold up a skirt to show her. We’re at my house, packing clean clothes before we head for the airport.

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