Page 61 of Candygrams

“I knew when I first saw you standing over the counter in those leggings you would have this kind of body but damn! Seeing the soft skin give under my teeth or my hand and bounce right back makes me hard as fuck, baby.”

Holy shit!

His breath fans out on my sensitive skin and causes a shiver to work through me. He keeps doing things that shock and titillate me as he pulls on the back of my shorts.

“I didn’t think you had anything on under these thin as fuck little things. You’re not going to prance around in front of any other man ever again, are you baby? Not even your father. Only I get to look at you in these things.”

He brings his hand down on my cheek again -this time on the other side- and squeezes and kneads the soft globe.

When I hear his voice again, it’s close to my ear and his warmth is all along my back.

“Only Daddy gets to look at you like this, right?”

He…he just said…he called himself Daddy. How do I feel about that? Considering all the books waiting to be read on my Kindle, I would say I’m just fine with it. The moan that swells in my chest rips from me as I try to nod to tell him he’s the only one I want looking at me, to pay attention to me. The tug of the thin material in between my legs has me embarrassingly wet.

“Get to your hands and knees, little one.”

“Wh…what?”

I get another swat. “You heard me. Hands and knees.”

“Bu…but I…”

This time he delivers a volley of smacks to both sides of my ass until I am moving, coming to my hands and knees like he told me to. The level of arousal I’m in is totally different from any I’ve ever experienced before. My clit is throbbing, and I’m so wet it’s running down the insides of my thighs. And yet, there is no time to be embarrassed.

He yanks the material down my legs causing me to pull forward instinctually, but he holds me still by wrapping his hands around my thighs. “Stay still, little one.”

I make a gurgling sound in the back of my throat. I'm not sure exactly what I’m trying to say anymore. When I fill his breath close to my bared skin, a sort of panic sinks in.

“St…stop. Wait.”

He immediately pulls back and starts running his hands up and down my back in more of a comforting way than a sexual one. He envelopes me and turns my head so we can look at one another…and kiss.

“It’s alright, baby. If you need a minute -or even want to stop- we will.”

“You…you won’t be mad?”

“I won’t be mad at all, sweetheart. If you want me back on the couch, I’ll go.”

“No! I…I, um, I want you to stay. It’s just…a lot.”

His mouth moves against mine and he plays with my tongue, “You don’t have to do a thing, sweets. You just have to feel.”

“I’ve…um, never…,”

He kisses me senseless. “I know. That’s why we are going to go slow, and you are going to tell me every thought, every feeling, that goes through your sexy little mind. If you have questions, you ask them. No matter what they are about, or if you think they don’t matter. You ask and I will tell you, baby.”

I nod for him, and he rubs our lips together again. His hand finds my bare belly under the loose fitting tank and he starts running his hand up the center of my body until he is able to cup my bare breasts. My body jerks, wanting away from the touch as bad as it wants to lean into it, and it’s not the only thing lurching in confusion and excitement. My heart is doing the exact same thing.

His big hand engulfs the soft mound gently massaging as he keeps kissing my mouth. My breathing fractures and speeds up until I sound like I’m running a race. He kisses down my neck before coming back up to my ear and whispering, “I’ll take care of you, Lilly.”

Is it stupid and naïve to believe he means it? Is he telling me what I want to hear? Do I care given the way he’s making me feel?

I turn my head so I can meet his eyes. “So, let’s get started.”

Chapter Ten

Ander

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