Page 65 of Daddy's Muse
Helovedme.
Me.
“That’s my boy.” The look in his eyes then made me tremble all over again—hungry, possessive, satisfied, like I’d just given him everything he ever wanted.
“Pappa, I—I need you,” I panted, shuddering at the aching emptiness of my hole.
“Yeah? Do you want me to make you come again?”
“Mmhm,” I mumbled, my brain feeling fuzzy with need.
“Do you want Pappa to use his hand on your cock? Or do you want something… else?”
“I-I want you to touch me down there…” I whined, grinding down on him.
Pappa feigned ignorance, teasing me. “Down where? You’ll have to be more specific, sweetheart.”
“My… my butt…” I whispered.
His hand around my waist slid down, and I moaned loudly as he squeezed my ass cheek in his palm.
“Like this?” he chuckled.
I huffed in frustration.
“Or… maybe you want to be touched… here?” He dragged a finger through my crease, stopping at my rim.
“Please,” I gasped, “there.”
His finger pressed against my hole, rubbing slow circles through my pants.
Pappa leaned his head forward, licking a stripe up my neck. At my ear, he whispered roughly, “Do you need Pappa to touch you inside?”
I nodded frantically, crying out when both of his hands slipped under my waistband and gripped my cheeks.
Pappa rose from his chair, my legs tightly wrapping around him, and my hands clenching his shoulders.
“Whoa,” I yelped, clinging to my Pappa like a koala. “Where are we going?”
“Bedroom. I don’t want to hurt you, so we need lube,” Pappa stated, walking us through the house. He didn’t hold back from kneading my ass on the way.
Once we reached the bed, he gently released me, and I fell back with my legs spread. Pappa smirked, then walked to his nightstand, pulling open the top drawer. With a bottle of lube now in hand, he joined me on the bed.
“Okay, lille prinsen. Ready?”
I nodded, hesitated, then shook my head.
Pappa sat back on his haunches, looking concerned. “What’s wrong?”
“Um…” I mumbled, my cheeks pinking. “I wanna hold Pilsby while you do it.”
Pappa’s concerned look melted away, replaced by heat and adoration. “Whatever you need.” He reached over to my pillow, retrieving the bunny. “Here, baby.”
I clutched Pilsby to my chest, breathing in his soft fur. “Okay, ready now, Pappa,” I said.
Pappa smiled before lifting my hips and situating a pillow under my low back. His gaze darkened as I relaxed into it.
“You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” he rasped, stroking my thigh. “I wish you could see yourself like this, kaninen min. All laid out for me like an offering. So sweet.”
