Page 49 of Maddox

His hand moved higher, fingertips skimming the underside of my breast. He paused there, looking into my eyes for permission.

"Please," I whispered, and he smiled, cupping my breast gently. When his thumb brushed across my bra teasing the nipple, I gasped, a jolt of pleasure shooting through me.

"Does that feel good, princess?" he asked, his voice husky.

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

He continued his gentle exploration, his touches reverent and unhurried. I felt cherished in a way I never had before, like I was precious to him. When his mouth replaced his hand, warm and wet through the thin fabric of my shirt, I moaned softly. "You're so beautiful, princess," he murmured, leaning down to kiss me again. This kiss was deeper, hungrier, and I responded in kind, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair.

His hand moved higher, cupping my breast fully, his thumb circling my nipple through the thin fabric of my bra. The sensation made me arch into his touch, seeking more.

"Daddy," I gasped against his lips.

"I've got you, princess," he assured me, his voice a low rumble. "Just feel. Let Daddy make you feel good."

He shifted again, his lips leaving mine to trail down my neck, placing soft kisses along my throat. I tilted my head to give him better access, lost in the sensations he was creating.

"Can I take this off?" he asked, tugging gently at the hem of my shirt.

While I reveled in every gentle touch and whispered word, I wanted more. More skin. More touch. More everything. "Yes," I breathed, sitting up slightly to help him. He pulled the shirt over my head, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of me in my simple cotton bra.

I whimpered softly as Daddy's hands explored my body with gentle reverence. My skin felt hypersensitive, every touchsending waves of pleasure through me. Daddy unhooked my bra and when his mouth closed over my nipple, I gasped, arching up against him.

"So responsive," he murmured against my skin. "So perfect."

His words made me feel beautiful, cherished. I ran my hands over his broad shoulders, marveling at the strength in them, at how safe they made me feel. When my fingers traced the ridges of his abdomen, I felt his muscles tighten beneath my touch.

"Can I touch you too?" I whispered.

He lifted his head to look at me, his eyes dark with desire but still so gentle. "Of course, princess. But remember—if anything doesn't feel right, we stop. Okay?"

I nodded, then let my hand drift lower, over his flat stomach to the waistband of his pants. I hesitated there, suddenly shy despite my boldness just moments before.

Daddy sensed my uncertainty and covered my hand with his. "We can go as slow as you need, sweetheart. There's no rush."

I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. "I want to see all of you."

He smiled, pressing a kiss to my forehead before standing to remove his pants. I watched, mesmerized, as he revealed himself to me. He was beautiful—strong and masculine, and very obviously aroused. I licked my lips and Daddy groaned. I looked up at him and he shook his head. “Your lips. Your mouth. They’re killing me.”

Confidence rushed through me so quickly I felt almost dizzy. I squeezed my legs together feeling the steady pulse there. I was close already and all we’d done was kiss and touch. “I don’t want to kill you, Daddy,” I said giggling.

“Minx,” he reproved teasingly, laying back down.

“I like your lips and mouth too,” I offered and lifted my hand cautiously, tracing his bottom one with my finger. His lips parted and he trapped my finger, sucking, swirling his tonguearound it. “Daddy,” I gasped. “You, I—” I slid my hand down to my sex because it nearly hurt.

“Ah-ah,” Daddy waggled his finger at me, then in a moment I was on my back and Daddy was shuffling down.

“Daddy,” I breathed out in awe, knowing what he was going to do. He looked up at me, his eyes blazing. “These are Daddy’s special kisses.”

I felt my thighs being gently parted as Daddy settled between them. My eyes were wide with anticipation, my breath coming in quick little pants. I could see the concentration on his face; he wanted this to be perfect for me.

"These are Daddy's special kisses," he told me again, his eyes locked onto mine as he lowered his head. "If anything doesn't feel good, you tell Daddy right away, understand?"

I nodded, my lower lip caught between my teeth. "Yes, Daddy."

He started with soft kisses along my inner thighs, taking his time, letting me adjust to the new sensation. His lips were warm and gentle on my skin. When he finally moved to my center, he gave me one long, slow lick, and I gasped, my back arching slightly off the bed.

"Daddy!" I cried out, my hands flying to his hair.

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