Page 50 of Maddox

He smiled against me, and I could feel his voice rumble. "Does that feel good, princess?"

"Yes," I breathed. "So good."

He continued his gentle exploration, his tongue circling my clit before sucking it lightly. My hips bucked involuntarily, and he placed one hand on my stomach to steady me. With his other hand, he carefully slid one finger inside me, and I could feel my own heat and wetness.

"Oh!" I gasped, my fingers tightening in his hair. He looked up, checking my face for any sign of discomfort, but all I felt was a wave of pleasure.

My entire body tensed, trembling on the edge of something monumental.

"Daddy," I whimpered, my voice high and breathless. "I think I'm going to—"

"Let go, princess," he murmured against me. "Let Daddy take care of you."

His words sent me tumbling over the edge. The orgasm crashed through me in waves, my back arching off the bed as I cried out. Daddy stayed with me through it all, his movements gentling as the tremors subsided, until I collapsed back onto the mattress, breathless and dazed.

He moved up beside me, gathering me close as I trembled in the aftermath. "That's my good girl," he whispered, pressing soft kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, my lips. "So beautiful."

I curled into him, feeling safe and cherished in a way I'd never experienced before. When my breathing finally steadied, I looked up at him shyly. "Was that...was that okay?"

His smile was warm and tender. "That was perfect, princess. You're perfect."

I could feel his hardness pressed against my hip, and I reached down hesitantly. "What about you, Daddy? Don't you need special touches too?"

He caught my hand gently. "This was about you, sweetheart. We have all the time in the world.”

I worried my bottom lip thinking about what he’d said earlier. “I’m still calling you Daddy. Am I supposed to call you Maddox?

He winced. “Not unless you want to. I’ll always be your Daddy, but I wanted to make sure you understood this was your choice. I didn’t want you doing something because you felt it was my decision, because as your Daddy I have a certain influence over you.”

I slid my hand between us. “How about this is my decision?”

He caught my hand, then brought it up and kissed it. Then slowly, watching my face, took it down to his cock. My fingers curled around it instinctively, and he curled his hand around mine. That gave me even more confidence. If he directed my hand, I knew it would be something he enjoyed.

Then another thought interrupted. Daddy might be a Daddy but he was a Dom as well. “Would Daddy like me to call him Sir while I do this?”

"No," he murmured, his voice deep with desire. "I want to be your Daddy right now. Just Daddy."

That made my heart flutter. I tightened my grip slightly, watching his face as I began to stroke him. His eyes darkened, his breathing becoming more ragged.

"Is this good, Daddy?" I asked softly.

"Perfect, princess," he groaned, his hand guiding mine to show me the rhythm he liked. "Just like that."

I was fascinated by the way his body responded to my touch, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed. It made me feel powerful in a new way—not that I had control over him, but that he trusted me enough to be vulnerable with me.

As I continued stroking him, I grew bolder, leaning down to press soft kisses to his chest, his neck, his jaw. When I reached his lips, he kissed me deeply, his hand tightening over mine.

"Princess," he gasped against my mouth. "I'm close."

I increased the pace slightly, following his lead, mesmerized by the way his face reflected his pleasure.

His breathing grew more ragged, his hips beginning to move in rhythm with our joined hands. "Clare," he groaned, and the sound of my name in that desperate tone sent a thrill through me.

Moments later, he tensed, his release spilling over our joined hands as he let out a deep groan. I watched in wonder, feeling powerful and tender all at once as he surrendered to hispleasure, his face relaxed in a way I'd never seen before. It was beautiful.

He pulled me close afterward, not caring about the mess, and I nestled against his chest, listening to his heartbeat gradually slow.

"Was that okay?" I asked softly after a moment.

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