Page 11 of Guardian Daddy's Girl
She’s not walking out of this room the same woman she entered.
“Are you gonna let me touch it, Daddy?” She asks, moving back a little and looking down between our bodies.
“At some point,” I say sternly, grabbing her ass in both my hands and pulling her tighter. “But not until I’ve heard you screaming my name.”
She snickers and her eyes narrow deviously. “Then why don’t you do it?”
I squeeze her ass through the thin lace and she yelps out a moan. Every muscle in my body ignites with the sound. I’m finding it harder and harder to hold back. To keep my mouth where it is, rather than hoisting her over my shoulders and destroying her cunt with it.
“Because the first rule, Kitten, is that Daddy sets the pace. And we’re going to take this slow. I want to watch you squirm. Beg. Make you come undone, as you’ve made me. And then, maybe I’ll let you touch it.’
Her eyes widen and her head snaps up and down in confirmation. I capture her mouth in an intense kiss. She melts into it, her arms stiffening around my neck, fingers digging into my shoulders. My tongue smashes through the barrier of her teeth, fighting its way, desperate and hungry, to hers.
She moans into my mouth and her legs turn to jelly. She buckles and stumbles back, and I follow to pin her against the cubicle’s white wall.
I break away, moving my lips down her cheek and onto her neck, where her pulse hammers beneath her skin. Keeping one hand firmly on her ass, I glide the other to the front of her body. I cup her pussy through the thin lace barrier. She gasps out a moan, her thighs clenching around my hand, but she doesn’t stop me.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” she lies, timid and breathless. Still, her legs part again, and her hips start to move back and forth to grind against my palm.
“Always keep ‘em guessing,” I mutter against her skin. “But now you’re in for a real treat.”
“Oh? Is that so?” Between her staggered breathing and attempts to hold back the moans, she can barely utter the questions.
“Yes, but before we get to any of that … ” Standing upright, I latch onto Hailey and hoist her into the air. She gasps. I set her feet down on the small bench sticking out of the wall. She kicks aside the different outfits she had scattered from her try-on session. We’re now as close to eye-level as we’re gonna get in here and with my better leverage, I start cupping and pressing my hand into her pussy while she gently sways her hips.
Her back arches while she grinds, legs parting further to give me easier access. Every motion makes the patch of lace wetter andwetter. Her head snaps to the ceiling, but she’s not looking at it. Her eyes are rolling so far to the back of her skull, I’m pretty sure she can see some fireworks shooting off in her mind.
“Does it feel good, Kitten?” My whisper is hoarse, rough.
Christ, we haven’t even started yet.
She nods her head, humming a sound of confirmation.
“Then this is gonna blow your mind.” Not giving her time to react, I fall down to my knees. I hook my thumb into the crotch of her panties and tug them aside.
I give a quick look up at her body from down below. Drink in the view, from the well-trimmed landing strip above her slit, her toned belly, and bouncing breasts as she pants. Hailey slots the tip of her index finger to her lips as our eyes meet briefly. “Shhhh.” She then nibbles and sucks seductively before popping it out. And smiles.
Smirking, I lean in closer. Salivating at the thought of my first taste. Her hands shoot to my hair, holding it back as I near my target. She wants to watch me eat her cunt. Enjoy the action that’ll make her squirm.
That’s so fucking hot.
I slip my tongue out of my mouth and strike her clit with the pointy end. But that first touch is enough to hook me to her taste. I slide my tongue downward, loosening it so the full pad runs over her most sensitive areas. I want to start slow, but that plan doesn’t last long. My light licks quickly become feverish tongue-laps, back and forth, in and out, devouring every ounce of her oozing juices.
She flings a hand over her mouth to muffle the moans. In the fun and frenzy, I forgot we were in the middle of a store. Lost in my own little world of making my Kitten purr. I want to pull her hand away and hear her roar those sounds. Let anyone else who happens to hear us share our pleasure.
Not that there’s any point in covering up anyway. The gasps and moans bellowing out of her can’t be contained. And I’m loving every second of it.
“You taste so sweet, Kitten,” I murmur against her skin. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Keeping her panties pinned to the side, my free hand moves up her thigh. While my mouth works over her clitoris, kissing, sucking and licking, I slot a finger against her hole, and pause, then I slip it in. “Oh, fuck,” she squeals in muted, high-pitched delight.
I start thrusting my hand, going as deep as I can, still devouring her delicious nectar. It doesn’t take long for Hailey to start squirming from the introduction of penetration. And once more, I find myself looking up at her. Watching her body tense and flex as her orgasm crests. Fighting every instinct in her body to stay quiet, when all she wants to do is let out a satisfied scream.
If it wasn’t abundantly obvious to me before, it is now. I can see it clear as day. My fate is sealed.
She is mine. I am hers.
And nothing will get in the way of that.
