Page 10 of Neighbor DADDY

"Yes," I whisper, nodding emphatically.

"Then you're going to have to let Daddy in."

Cam teases my pussy with two fingers this time, and when he slides them in, I almost jump out of my skin. It's tight, so tight, but the stretch is addicting, and as his lips wrap around my clit again, the pleasure drowns out any pain or discomfort. When he breaches the barrier from before, the pinch of pain is barely a flicker in my mind compared to all the incredible feelings.

His tongue moves faster, flicking and licking and driving me closer and closer, until the dam bursts.

I fall apart, screaming and writhing, and Cam's arm is iron against my thighs, holding me down and still as he continues to devour me through every bit of my release. The pleasure is like a storm, overtaking me, owning every bit of me.

"Good girl," he rumbles when I can finally catch my breath. Cam lifts his head, and his smile is so proud it makes me feel all gooey inside.

I'm a mess, sweaty and panting, and when he withdraws his fingers, I whine, my pussy clenching on empty space.

"Oh, baby," he whispers. "I've got so much more to give you, but not tonight." He climbs up into the bed with me and pulls me into his arms, cradling me against his chest. "We're not taking that next step until you're absolutely certain. Understand?"

"But I'm sure," I mumble, even though my eyes are drifting closed. "I'm very, very sure."

Cam chuckles. "Not tonight, baby girl. You're exhausted."

"But—"

"Nope." He presses a kiss to my forehead and tugs the blanket over both of us. "Get some rest, sweetheart. Daddy's got you."

"Mm, ‘kay," I mumble. He's right, and I'm too tired to argue. While Cam strokes my skin, the world slips away, and I fall into a deep, satisfied sleep.

I would becontent to sleep in, but Cam is apparently an early riser, whether I like it or not.

When he shifts beside me and sits up, I groan and pull the blanket over my head. I hear him chuckle, and he pats me on the ass affectionately.

"No reason for you to get up, baby," he rumbles. "I'm going to go for a run and go home to shower. Call me when you're up, alright?"

"Okay."

"I'll lock the door behind me and make sure all the windows are shut and locked. Get some more sleep."

"Bye," I mutter, hearing the front door close a few minutes later.

My body is pleasantly sore from the night before, and Cam made sure I was comfortable and happy. Still, I can't help but wish he stayed here with me, so we can continue exploring what we started last night.

Maybe later today.

With that thought, I drift back off to sleep, and the next time I wake, it's because the smell of bacon wafts up the stairs.

I stretch and climb out of bed, slipping the thin robe over my cami and pajama shorts, and follow the smell.

When I enter the kitchen, Cam is standing by the stove with a plate full of bacon and a bowl full of scrambled eggs. His hair is damp and messy from his shower, and the T-shirt he's wearing is a little damp as well.

"Good morning," he says, turning around and giving me a crooked grin. "I got impatient waiting for you to get up, so I decided to make you breakfast." His tone is teasing, and I stick my tongue out at him, making him laugh.

"Thanks," I say. "I'll make you breakfast next time, er, if you want to come back, I mean."

The look Cam gives me is hungry, and my body responds, the familiar ache starting between my legs.

"I'd love to, baby," he says.

"I'll get plates," I say, turning toward the cabinet. Cam grabs the spatula, and when we're both seated at the table, we fill our plates and dig in.

"This is delicious," I say, my mouth half full. Cam's lips quirk, and I swallow, blushing. "Sorry."

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