Page 2 of Harmonizing with Little Heaven Leigh

She snorted. “Might have something to do with the fact that we’re in a shower, Daddy.” She let just a little sassiness creep into her tone. She wasn’t much of a brat, but she fully accepted the title of smart ass.

“Oh? Is that all it is?” He chuckled and buried his head again. This time he stayed there, laying long licks between her folds, before he settled the tip of his tongue against her clit. He stroked and lapped until a slow pulsing began in her core.

It felt… right. It felt perfect, mind-blowingly amazing. She hadn’tquitebeen a virgin before him, but she wasn’t far off. Her religious upbringing had given her some hang-ups about sex, and it had taken time to dig through those layers after she’d run off.

It had been enough of a struggle that she hadn’t made a lot of effort to date. Men who were interested had to pursue her, and she was very hard to get. What little sex she’d had was never very satisfying. It never seemed like what she needed.

Before the Ranch, those few chances at romance had never felt significant or lifechanging. It was just something she thought she was supposed to do because everyone else did. But coming to Rawhide Ranch had solved a lot of problems.

It was like the new start had given her permission to shed all of those lingering inhibitions. It was a slow process, but it was happening. It helped that she’d finally understood some of her desires better. Learning about kink, and BDSM, and being a Little had been eye-opening. Vanilla relationships would never have filled her true needs.

And then there was Angel. With him, everything seemed easier. As her Daddy, he was showing her a whole new world, and teaching her what it meant to be someone’s center of gravity.

He made her pleasure his priority in the same way he made her safety and happiness a priority. Every moment with him was wonderful and the sex was just part of it—but not an insignificant part. Mornings like this, when they’d just woken, before the stresses of the day took over, they meant everything to her.

He’d been the first man to ever use his mouththere, and even though it had embarrassed her the first time, she’d been too excited to even protest. She’d wanted that tongue and the pleasure it could bring. She still did.

Heaven cried out. Her head fell back against the tiles and her eyes closed as she lost herself in the pleasure of his mouth and tongue. A rushing sensation swept through her, tugging everything tight in her middle. A moan trickled from her lips.

As the orgasm spiraled closer, his mouth settled on her clit with a steady suction. His teeth closed, just tight enough to trap the swollen nub in place. The small amount of pressure seemed to straddle the line between pain and pleasure, and her cries echoed off the wet tiles as he brought her right to the edge.

Her legs shook as she quivered there, waiting breathlessly for him to bring her over. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as the sensations grew more intense. The steady sucking seemed to pull at every part of her body, dragging all her nerves together into a knot, until suddenly everything came undone.

“Yes, Daddy! Oh, please, Daddy! Don’t—don’t… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” It was embarrassing how loud it was. She was never more grateful for the extra soundproofing between the apartments because she couldn’t have been any quieter as her whole body spasmed, and pleasure rolled through her in a wave.

She shattered and went limp, back sliding a few inches down the wall. She couldn’t go far, Angel had her safely braced, and she sagged against him, whimpering as he took her weight. His mouth released her clit, but he wasn’t through with her yet.

His tongue made several long sweeps up between her lower lips, lapping up her juices, and triggering aftershocks that made her jerk and gasp. A second later he rose, shifting her leg from his shoulder to his hip and holding it there, as he guided himself between her legs.

She felt the head of his cock nudging at her entrance, dipping in until it was coated with her juices, and her insides clenched with a need to be filled and stretched. Angel drove up into her with one smooth motion.

“That’s exactly how a good girl takes my cock,” he growled as he pressed her against the wall with his slick body and began to drive into her with one hard thrust after another.

She usually liked standing sex, but with one foot on the slippery floor and the other around his waist, she had trouble keeping her balance. Shower sex could be tricky, and rhythm was everything. She struggled to keep up with the thrusting in such a precarious position, and it left her tense.

Angel paused to shift her, lifting her with both hands so she could wrap the other leg around his waist. He cupped her ass in both hands and tilted her at a slight angle away from the wall. “Better?”

She tightened the grip on his shoulders. “Mmm. Yes, Daddy, perfect.”

He chuckled and began to move again, but this time it felt more deliberate, steadier. He held her in place, and with each controlled snap of his hips he thrust deep into her body.

Conscious thought drifted away as Angel filled and stretched her. Everything became a series of sensations. They flashed by so quickly that she couldn’t focus on more than one at a time. It broke the world into pieces.

The slick tiles at her back that chilled her. The hot water pouring over them both. His fingers as they pressed into her ass cheeks and gripped. The feathery touch of his mouth trailing kisses across her skin. And, of course, his thick cock plunging in and out of her body relentlessly.

Underneath it all was a current of pleasure that gradually swept everything else away. It built slowly at first, but then it surged, creating a desperate need for more. “My Daddy.Mine,” she crooned against his ear.

There was a possessiveness to the tone that no longer surprised her. She’d never been an especially jealous woman before Angel, but at moments like this, when the connection between them felt so tight, she often found herself overcome with proprietorial feelings.

Angel didn’t seem to mind. He chuckled and nipped at her throat. “All yours,mi corazón,” he assured her, without stopping.

She tightened around him, flexing her muscles to stroke his length each time his cock slammed home. It slowed him, made him work for it, even as it brought him closer. She could tell when his breathing grew ragged and his rhythm went slightly off, that he was about to come.

She was almost there too. A few more strokes, just the right angle, and she’d join him. She shifted, canting her hips a little more, and… that was it. He slid acrossthatspot and her whole body spasmed with pleasure.

Suddenly she was flung over the edge with a flurry of loud cries. There were no words, just sounds and they seemed to echo, long after Angel slammed his mouth down over hers and silenced her. Maybe they were bouncing around inside her head.

Her orgasm triggered his, and his whole body tensed, freezing in place as she pulsed and rippled around his length. He might have cried out, but their mouths were still locked, and her tongue was tangled with his, leaving them with nothing but soft moans and urgent groans.

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