Page 49 of Big Daddy Mountain Man

The fear of demonically possessed clowns—and Oklahoma City—had thankfully left her sometime in the night. In fact, she hadn’t even woken up at all.

That made sense, she thought as she looked over to the sleeping form of Sawyer lying next to her. She could feel the warmth of his body radiating toward her.

Of course you didn’t wake up. You were in Daddy’s arms.

She felt a little naughty as she lifted the covers enough to fully drink in the sight of his exquisite body. But she couldn’t help herself. There he was wearing only black boxer-briefs, his skin taut and rippling with corded strength.

It was a soft moan escaping her lips that first alerted her to the fact that her hand had slid in the waistband of her panties and was massaging her pubic mound.

She hadn’t even realized it.

That moan was quiet, but evidently loud enough to awaken the sleeping giant. Sawyer shifted in the bed until he was looking at her with that sexy, devilish smirk of his.

“What are you doing, little girl?”

Amber thought of retracting her hand as discreetly as possible, but it wouldn’t do a bit of good. Thanks to her having pulled the covers back to look at him, she was now, ironically, the one exposed.

She opened her mouth to speak but only a giggle came out. Finally, she said, “I guess I’m being a naughty girl, Daddy.”

“Hmm. Not naughty. You just have needs.” He shifted until he was propped up on one elbow. “Does Daddy need to tend to those needs?”

Excitement roiled in the pit of her stomach, but it was mixed with a healthy dose of nervousness, too. She reached for a pillow and bashfully covered half her face with it.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“Daddy. You know I’ve never…” She sighed. “I don’t even know where to start.”

The pillow was moved a second before Sawyer’s lips found hers. After a long, lingering kiss, he said, “It’s Daddy’s job to teach you. But you had a pretty good idea where to start, little girl.”

She let out a sharp breath as his hand landed atop hers inside her panties. She cooed as he kissed her neck up and down. His lips went to her ears, nibbled on them for a moment, and then whispered, “I’m going to get my little girl good and wet first. Lie still and let Daddy work.”

He then kissed another trail down her neck before moving lower, over her clothed chest and to the part of her stomach that was exposed thanks to the short cami she wore.

The kisses tickled and excited her.

She scrunched her neck and giggled some more as he continued kissing her stomach, moving lower and lower.

He then reached where their hands had been moments earlier.

“Daddy’s going to pull these cute little undies down, babydoll.”

“Daddy!” she cried as a chill rocked her entire body.

She’d never felt so exposed and vulnerable—or so excited—in her whole life. As he worked the panties down her legs and all the way clear of her feet, she was already writhing in sensual expectation.

“Mmm. That’s where Daddy wants to kiss,” Sawyer said, tapping her wet slit. “I need to taste my sweet girl.”

She was dripping now and needed relief so badly. His mere touch was making her legs tremble.

But apparently, he was going to make her wait a moment for that blessed relief. Instead of going for the grand prize, he kissed her thighs, starting from the knees and moving higher and higher. It was pure, exquisite torture. Amber was dying, literally dying it seemed, to feel his lips on her womanhood. She couldn’t take the wait and began moving her hips, thrusting them upward to make her point.

"Fair enough," he said with a chuckle. "Daddy won't make you wait any longer."

His warm tongue slid between her pussy lips and she cried out in pleasure. Something was building in her core and the pressure grew to be immense in just moments.

What was happening?she wondered.

That's when she realized she was already inching toward climax. She both wanted to get there and never to reach it, all at the same time.

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