Page 9 of Bartender Daddy's Girl
“What are you going to do to me, Daddy?” she asks, nibbling on her lower lip.
There it is again. A word I’ve never associated with the bedroom, yet it drives me crazy to hear it. Like every synapse in my skull fires at once, in perfect unison, sending a tsunami of pleasure straight into my cock.
“Daddy wants to have a little taste.”Littleis the wrong word. I want an all-you-can-eat buffet of Carrie’s pussy. Feast on it, drown in her delicious nectar, make her mine in ways words can never manage.
She eyes me under her lashes, gulping down a hard swallow as her neck bobs her head up and down. Ready, eager, stuck in just as much trouble as me.
My kind of girl.
I latch onto her ankles and sink my head between her legs. If I had any strength left in my body, I might’ve taken this slow. Treated her like the delicate princess she is. But that’s long gone now. I need this, her, and nothing’s going to stop me.
My mouth finds her engorged clitoris, and she howls out in delight. All that mounting tension from a slow strip, to finally receiving the first lick of pleasure. Music to my fucking ears.
And they don’t stop, either. One lick follows the next, lapping at her delicious, sweet, and salty nectar. Swallowing every last drop I can get on my tongue. Frantically lashing in every direction for more.
While I make out with her pussy, I slip a finger against her hole. Carrie’s slickness coats it in an instant, and I tease her openingwith long circles. She howls out, body writhing, making her grind harder against my face.
“Fuck, Carrie, you taste so good,” I mutter against her dampness. A statement more for me than her.
She responds with a rapturous squeal. Too far gone to find the right words.
I slide the first finger inside her. She’s so fucking tight around it, I almost stop myself from adding a second digit. But if she’s going this wild from a simple touch, one more will send her over the moon.
Still lapping at her bud, I glide my fingers in and out, rolling them side to side as I go. Her hands snap to my head, and she clutches onto handfuls of my hair. Under different circumstances, it would probably hurt. But feeling the explosion of her first orgasm against my face mutes any feelings inside me other than sheer bliss.
Her grip loosens, and she crumbles back, and I take it as my window to move this forward. Kissing her thighs, hips, and tummy, I crawl my way up her body while tactically shedding my pants. Carrie swings her arms over my shoulders, her body jerking the sensation of my lips against her skin.
But I notice a moment of pause on her face as I slide on top of her, cock in grip and ready for the main event. I stop it at her entrance, waiting for her confirmation or denial for what comes next. I might have taken charge, but she’s in control of this situation.
Nothing happens without her say-so.
“Is it going to hurt, Daddy?” She asks, nervous and timid. The voice I expected to hear when she first walked into my bar.
The question catches me completely off guard.
“What do you mean, baby girl?” My brow furrows.
“It’s just . . .” She looks at me like she’s about to confess something dire. “I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what to expect.”
“Never done this befo—” It hits me hard while I’m trying to ask the question. “You’re a virgin?”
I pull myself onto my knees, finding it impossible not to drink in her perfect body while I hover over her.
She nods, almost embarrassed to admit it.
“Why didn’t you say something before?”
With the taste of her still lingering on my tongue I pause.
“Because I want it?” She speaks so close to a whisper.
And she’ll have it. God knows, I’ll give her everything I can.
But not like this. Not in a room above my bar. It has to be better.
Special.
“We can’t do it here.” We’re so close, and I can see the yearning want burning in her baby blue eyes.
