Page 278 of Second Sets Omnibus
“Daddy, the monsters are back,” Lyric mumbles, yawning as she snuggles deeper into her bed.
“The monsters?” I question, peeling her fingers away from my shirt. Without a fuss, she lets me pull the purple comforter over her legs and up to her chin.
“Mmhmm. Tap. Tap. Tap,” she mumbles as her little eyelashes flutter again.
“I won’t let the monsters get you.” Leaning forward, I brush another kiss on her cheek.
“Night, Daddy,” she mumbles just before the snores start and sleep takes hold.
I could stay like this forever at her bedside. Watching her rest so peacefully is the greatest joy.
But I have other plans to follow through on. In detail. With my tongue. And other things.
On my tippy toes, I sneak out of Lyric’s room. Determination takes hold as I march across the hall and walk straight into River’s room, stopping dead at the gorgeous sight before me.
My heart rate accelerates, pumping blood straight to my dick and hardening it in an instant. She doesn’t have to touch me to have this effect on me.
Fuck. She will be the death of me.
There’s my girl lying back on her bed. Completely and utterly fucking naked. Displaying her body for me like a treat I can’t wait to savor. Saliva pools in my mouth the moment I visualizemy tongue running over every surface of her body, worshiping her like the goddess she is.
My Little Star is mine right now. No one else’s. They aren’t here to disturb us or join. So, I’ll take my time with her. Hours, if I have to.
I lick my lips, reaching behind me, shutting, and locking the door. If Lyric needs any assistance, she can knock. But hopefully, she’s sound asleep and will be for the next few hours.
“I heard you wanted to put me to bed,” she says in a sultry voice, running her fingertips over the cool sheets of her bed.
“Oh, do I ever, Little Star. Look at you.” My eyes travel up and down her body, memorizing it for later. “You’re ready for me,” I say, taking a deep breath as heat rushes up my neck. “Are you wet for me already?”
Lust dilates her eyes to saucers. Her labored breath pours from between her parted lips. Just as she slowly trails her fingers down her abdomen with deliberate strokes. Forcing my eyes to watch her every move. Leaning back onto the bed, she peels her legs apart, displaying her wet, pink pussy to me.
“I might be,” she says on an exhale, keeping her gaze connected with mine.
I sharply inhale as her fingers slowly spread her lips, and her fingers plunge inside her, moving in and out.
“Oh, yeah, Callum,” she moans breathily. “I think I am. Why don’t you come over here and find out?”
I don’t have to be told twice.
As I march toward her, I throw my shirt on the floor, kick my shoes off, and undo my jeans, taking everything off until I’m throbbing and hard, landing on her bed. A primal feeling to take her rushes through me, begging to be where her fingers move in and out.
I watch with rapt attention, barely daring to breathe as she continues her movements. I’m transfixed. By her motions. Bythe breathy little sounds coming from her throat and softly filling the room. Everything about her draws me in. And it’s worse than before. I want to wrap myself in her and never leave.
I throb against her comforter, not daring to make a move. Her toes curl in the sheets, and her body stiffens until I grab her wrist, stopping her movements. She can’t get off unless I’m the one making her cum with my name on her lips.
I ache to bring her pleasure.
“My turn,” I whisper, slowly bringing her fingers out of her pussy. I groan when her wetness coats them, and then I lick them, savoring the flavor of my girl on my tongue.
My tongue swirls around her fingers until I let them go, letting her hand drop onto the sheets.
“I’m going to eat my dessert now,” I whisper, leaning in closer to her pussy until I’m face-to-face with it. My warm breaths blow over her soaked cunt. “Say my name, Little Star.”
My name falls from River’s lips over and over when I plunge my tongue deep into her pussy, carving my name into her spasming walls. Fuck. She tastes so goddamn good.
Her back practically arches off the bed when I remove my tongue from her pussy and swirl it wildly around her clit. Over and over again, I make circles and thrust my three fingers deep inside her.
“Callum,” she gasps, gripping my hair when she comes around my fingers, squeezing them tight.
