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He kept his palm spread solidly on her lower back so she couldn’t squirm off his lap and onto the floor. The way she was wiggling told him she’d probably enjoy restraints. Little girls, who squirmed during a spanking like Lyla was, were usually silently begging to have their movements constrained.

He spanked her a dozen more times, watching her closely and stopping when she arched her back and lifted her legs. There was a good chance she was close to orgasm.

While she was totally off balance, he slid his hand from the back of her knee up to her pussy, coming just shy of touching her. Easing the last inch or so until he could barely stroke over her folds, his heart nearly stopped when he found her not only soaked but bare.

And the noise she made…

“Has anyone ever touched this sweet pussy, Little Lyla?”

She shook her head.

“What about you? Do you play with your pretty pussy when you’re alone?” He reached between her folds and dragged his finger through the wetness. Fuck, she was killing him. “Answer Daddy, Baby girl. Do you touch yourself?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Can you make yourself come with your fingers, Lyla?”

Another whimper. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

“What do you think about when you’re under the covers late at night playing with this sweet pussy?”

She moaned but didn’t respond fast enough.

He removed his fingers and gripped her bottom hard enough to bring attention to the burn. “Answer Daddy, Baby girl.” Heknew the answer. He wanted to hear her say it. Heneededto hear her say it even if he came in his pants.

“You, Daddy,” she blurted. “I think of you. Please…”

He needed to be inside her more than his next breath. But not here. Not on the couch. This wasn’t where he was going to thrust into his precious Little girl for the first time.

Grabbing her around the waist, he rose to his feet. “Wrap your legs around me, Baby girl.”

She complied, her wet pussy up high enough to rub directly against his belly. She even hooked her ankles together and ground herself against him.

Killing me.

Rock wasted no time getting to his bedroom where he aimed directly for his bed and lowered her onto her back. Her legs were still hooked around him as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pushed it up her body and over her head. He dragged it higher, forcing her arms together above her head.

Standing on the floor between her legs, he grabbed the tangle of cotton and tied a giant knot in it between her wrists. It forced her hands together and essentially restrained her. “Leave your hands here, Baby girl.”

Her eyes were wide, and she was breathing heavily as he kissed the spot between her breasts before dragging his tongue along the edge of the lace.

She arched her chest and moaned. “Daddy…”

Fucking heaven.

Grateful for the front clasp on her bra, he made quick work of popping it open to reveal the tits he’d dreamed about for two fucking years.

Gorgeous. Jesus. Stunning. Her nipples were rosy points begging for attention, and he bent his head and flicked his tongue over first one and then the other.

She arched and bucked and squirmed and moaned.

“Such a wiggly Little girl.” He cupped both breasts and molded his fingers around them before flicking the nipples with his thumbs and finally pinching them both lightly.

“Oh. God…”

“Do you enjoy nipple play, Little Lyla? Do you like to pinch these tight buds while you finger your pussy?” He was being so crude. He’d never dreamed she’d be ready for this kind of dirty talk, but she wasn’t like other women. She was so sexual and needy.

She nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “Not too hard, though. It feels better when you tap them or graze over them.”

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