Page 92 of Their Perfect Daddy

He shakes his head. “All this tension needs an outlet. I wanted Daddy in on this too, except he had to go grab snacks. Then you rushed off to make calls to check on things. Figured I should take care of it myself rather than sit through this all hard and shit.”

“Oh.” The reply comes out soft, yet full of need. My eyes won’t leave his length. Each stroke of his fingers is hypnotizing. It’s almost like I feel his hands on me as well, even though I know that’s not the case.

Monty chuckles, bringing me back into focus. “Come here.” He waves me over with his free hand.

When I’m close, he tilts his head back to look up at me. I bite my lip as the image of some not-so-innocent things rush through my mind. Namely, him touching me like he’s touching himself. Or maybe even me sucking his length.

Yeah, I really want these ideas to come true.

“Do you want me to suck your cock, Princess?”

I gasp. “What?!”

“You look like you want some relief as well. I’m merely offering so you’re not all worked up either. We could help each other out.”

My head nods along to his words, both from agreement with what he’s saying, and also to tell him I want this. To make it clear I’m agreeing, I tug my sweats and underwear down to reveal my cock.

“What now?” I ask the question shyly.

“Now you climb up on this chair and fuck my face.”

I sputter at the directness. “Won’t I fall though? This probably isn’t a wise choice.”

Monty looks around the space for a moment, then nods as if answering his own question. “I’ve got a plan.”

He presses a button on his chair. It makes a motorized noise, then it’s leaning back slowly to a reclining position.

“There we go,” he says with a grin. “I’ll shift down some too. You’ll have plenty of room to keep steady.”

I shake my head at him, even as I laugh and shuck my bottoms entirely. This feels like a good idea and a bad one all rolled into one. Either way, I’m not stopping.

Not when we both need this release.

Not when I have him all to myself.

Not when I’ve wanted to do this since the moment we met.

The first night when he nuzzled my cock over my lace panties, I nearly died. It was so fucking sexy.

Back then, I couldn’t imagine anything topping it.

Boy, was I wrong.

“Get up here, Princess.” Monty taps my leg, then motions to his face.

I climb over him, positioning myself to straddle his face. The second I’m in place, his hands cup my ass and pull me forward. My cock slips between his lips with ease.

“Fuck!” I cry out as my body lights up. Every nerve ending comes alive with the way he devours me.

I can’t help how my hips buck forward. Can’t stop the desire to fuck his face just as he asked me to.

Getting lost in the sensation of him is easy. Time loses all meaning with the way he treats me to some of the best oral of my life. No, literally. He’s a fucking master at this. I only wish Daddy were here to join us.

When I feel the signs of my orgasm nearing, I pull back. Monty grunts, his mouth open as he tries to pull me forward again.

I shake my head. “What about you? You need attention too.”

Before he can object, I reposition myself so I’m facing his erection. It’s swollen and red, as if it’s trying to signal to me directly. I smile at the thought, then lean forward to wrap my lips around him.

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