Page 37 of Daddy's Little Convict
"Make love to me." To him, this couldn’t be more than just fucking, but to her... it was the last part of him she'd ever know, and she wanted so much to take that with her when she was forced to go.
He swore again, deeply, breathlessly, swooping in to catch her lips with his.
He branded her with his kisses—her mouth, her chin, the very base of her neck where his tongue first tasted and then soothed the wild beating of her heart.
His big hands let go of hers, stripping her shirt off over her head so he could trail those nipping, hungry kisses down between the valley of her small breasts while he stripped her out of her diaper.
"Daddy," she whimpered, but his kisses found her again and something else did too. As he peeled the blanket out from between them, as she rolled to curve into full-body contact with him, the prodding of his fully erect cock, trapped in the prison of his jeans, found her thigh. Her breath caught at the unexpected desire that sparked from that touch. Those sparks went straight to her pussy.
"You want to play with Daddy?" he asked, his fingertips caressing from her shoulder to her hip.
She nodded, and he smiled.
Bowing his head, he kissed her lips, then her jawline, slowly working his way down to her chest.
"Use your words, babygirl." The wet tip of his tongue flicked at her nipple and her back nearly bowed up off the bed.
“Yes,” she gasped.
The heat of his mouth covered the tip of her breast, teasing and suckling until it was all she could do to hold still. Her nipples were taut, her pussy twitching in tiny spasms that pulsed along in time with the pulling draws of his mouth.
“Oh, J-Jeff… Daddy…”
She shivered, the tingling that swept the surface of her skin even as the hot palm of his hand trailed down over her hip to her thigh. His fingertips skimmed the side of her bottom, moving under her leg. His knee nudged hers and that was all she needed to open her legs. Her womb blossomed for him, tendrils of languid heat unfurling and spreading, answering his touch with a tickle of lust that spilled through her folds.
She reached for him, but he gave the side of her hip a stinging slap that immediately turned that tickle into a flood.
"Lie still for me," he ordered, rising onto his knees between her legs. "Let me look at what's mine."
Were she wearing panties, they'd have been instantly soaked by that. She squirmed, fighting her need to obey while he slipped his hands under her knees and lifted her legs. Having to hold still while he removed her diaper was a lesson in waiting she could have gone her whole life without. Need furled inside her. Growing with every touch as he slipped the padding out from under her hips. She hadn’t used it. It wasn’t dirty, but he folded it up before tossing it in the small garbage beside his bedside table. Gathering her knees, he folded them back on her chest and held them there.
It was a humbling position, but she did it. For Daddy. She'd never felt more vulnerable or exposed, but she held his position while he looked his fill, a soft smile tugging at his lips, which softened some of the intensity from his face.
"You have no idea how precious you are. Hold your knees for Daddy."
Her thighs began to tremble, but she hooked her knees and kept her legs spread wide while he trailed his hands up and down the length of the outside of her thighs.
"What a pretty little bottom hole."
She flushed, embarrassed, but not so much that it didn't turn her on. She liked that about him. She liked the way he made her feel, small against all the big parts of him, cared for. She hoped she'd find someone else just like him once she got out again.
Lust died a little as her eyes stung with tears. Actual tears. She tried to blink them back.
Who was she kidding? There was no one else like him, and definitely no one else that she'd call Daddy while she wore his diaper and sucked her thumb, or his binky. No one else would rock her in his lap like she was the most precious thing in the world while she sobbed into his shoulder. No one else who'd she relax against while drinking her supper from a bottle.
He took hold of her knees again. "Show Daddy what's mine, Tabby," he said, his voice even deeper than before. His gaze rose from her pussy to her eyes.
But, he'd just been doing that, she thought before it hit her. Oh… her whole body flushed hard at that. God, she couldn't do that. And yet already her hands were drifting down to her set.
The urge to cover herself was almost too much. She'd never felt so intimately… naughty. She'd never spread open her own pussy folds for a man before either.
But she did it now, her fingers slipping into the slick heat of her own arousal as she opened herself to his inspection.
"Look at that pretty shade of pink," he lovingly marveled. "Look how swollen your little clit is. Is my babygirl all needy in her kitty?"
It was too much. She let go of her pussy and covered her face.
"Talk to Daddy."
