Page 73 of Daddy's Little Matchmaker

“I love hearing those words.” He gripped her hips, and thrust up as she moved down, speeding up the rhythm.

Each thrust intensified the jolts of pleasure that were running through her, even as her legs were getting sore from use.

He groaned loudly, thrust deep inside, and held her hips tightly to keep them still as his cock pulsed and pulsed.

Once he was fully spent he said, “Be still again. Are your arms sore?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she admitted. Her shoulders were burning from keeping her arms in place with her fingers laced behind her head.

“Good. You keep them right where they are until Daddy makes you come.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she agreed with a slight whine.

He tweaked a nipple through her clothes with one hand, and reached down to put his right hand on her mound. He gently slid his fingers down between her folds until he found her clit.

She gasped and her muscles all tightened. “Yes, Daddy, please.”

“Good girl.” He gently rubbed his fingers back and forth slowly across her clit.

“Oh my god, Daddy! Yes!” she closed her eyes and got lost in the sensation.

As he rubbed, he said, “You were such a good girl for me last night. Daddy was so proud of you for putting your trust in me, and letting me take care of you.”

His words working in tandem with his fingers sent her over the edge. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled through her core, making her cry out, “Daddy!”

“That’s my good girl,” he said as her body clenched around him repeatedly.

Once the last of her shudders were gone, he said, “Okay, you can put your arms down now, sweetheart.”

She winced as she moved them. Her shoulders were going to be sore all day.

“Lay with me for a minute.” He patted his chest. She leaned down to lay on top of him, and he gently rubbed her shoulders, working some of the soreness out of them.

“Thank you, Daddy.” She closed her eyes and soaked up the moment of post-coital bliss.

A few minutes later, he stopped rubbing her shoulders and patted her back. “We should probably get going. We’ve got to feed the animals, and get the paperwork filled out for Butch before I go, and my flight leaves at ten.”

She sighed, pushed herself up, and nodded reluctantly. “You’re right. Can I have the shower first?”

“Sure. Go ahead.”

An hour later, they were at the shelter, and all the animals had been fed. They were working on the adoption paperwork for Butch when Gwen arrived.

“Hi,” Gwen said cheerfully as she came through the front door.

“Morning,” Tessica said.

Gwen turned to Connor. “I hear you’re taking Butch home.”

Connor nodded. “That’s the plan.”

“Have you owned a cat before?” she asked.

He shook his head. “We had dogs when I was young, and when my son was little we had a German Shepard. But I’ve never had a cat.”

“We’ll give you some paperwork with general information about cat ownership. Want to come to the back with me while I check him over one more time?”

“Sure.” Connor agreed.

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