Page 18 of The Captain's Little Girl

CHAPTER7

“Daddy?”

No one answered.

“Mark?” she tried and heard nothing in response.

Curious, Cricket slid out of bed and helped herself to another T-shirt from Mark’s drawer. She’d brought a bag with some clothes but didn’t know where it was. Listening carefully for some sound from him, Cricket used the toilet. She grimaced at herself in the mirror when she couldn’t find a brush. Her hair was a wild thing. Smoothing it down as best she could, Cricket went to search for Mark.

He hadn’t left, had he?

She crept down the hall and into the kitchen area. The rattle of the back door made her scurry out of view, and she ducked down behind the island.

A masculine voice singing low and soft made her smile. Who knew that Mark could sing? Then the words registered on her brain.

“…and the little girl hiding behind the island, does she know how much she squirms at night? My little wiggle worm, my baby girl, my…” Mark stopped when she popped up from her shelter.

“I do not flop around at night,” she protested with indignation, trying to ignore the handsome image in front of her of Mark dressed only in a flimsy pair of basketball shorts slung low on his hips. Cricket dragged her gaze away from the chiseled lines of his muscles and the way other attributes were showcased by his outfit. She tried to convince herself that she didn’t notice the way the light fabric revealed the contours of his thick cock. Don’t look!

Thankfully, Mark lifted a handful of flowers and distracted her. “I thought you might like some flowers on the table,” he suggested.

“They’re gorgeous,” she complimented, walking closer to bury her nose in the blossoms. “Mmm!”

Wrapping an arm around her, Mark pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Cricket curled her fingers around his powerful shoulders and clung to him as she rose on her tiptoes to get closer. With a groan, Mark ripped his mouth from hers and leaned away to drop the bouquet onto the table. With both hands now free, he turned back to her and wrapped his arms around her to lift her off her feet. Pacing toward the counter, Mark sat Cricket on the cool surface.

“Ooh!” she whispered as her warm bottom landed. She shivered and wiggled closer to the edge to scoot off, causing the oversized T-shirt she wore to slide up her thighs. When Mark stepped between her legs to pin her in place, she repeated that sound of surprise as she felt his body pressing firmly against her. She responded to the touch, feeling her intimate juices gathering as he rubbed against her. Reaching out, she stroked his warm skin as the need to touch him grew.

Cricket looked up at Mark as his cock hardened. The flaming heat in his eyes pushed her arousal even harder. She tried to pull her thighs together to disguise her growing heat, but his body prevented her.

Mark wrapped his fingers around her knees and squeezed slightly before stroking up her legs until his thumbs rested dangerously close to her core. He caressed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

“Breathe, baby girl,” he ordered, and air gushed from her lips as she realized that she’d been holding her breath, waiting for the next sensation.

“I can feel your heat. Are you wet for Daddy?” he asked. The devastating movement of his thumbs made her unable to focus.

She wanted them to move closer. Touch me.

“Please?” she asked.

“Answer my question, Cricket.”

Desperately, she searched her memory to know what he’d asked her. The feel of those rough thumb pads against her skin did crazy things to her mind. She couldn’t think.

“Help me, Daddy,” she whispered. “I need you.”

When his mouth crashed down on hers and those fingers moved closer, Cricket knew those magic words had answered his question satisfactorily. Mark swept his fingers through her pink folds as his mouth explored her. Overwhelmed by the onslaught of delicious sensations, Cricket clung to his broad shoulders as she daringly touched his tongue with hers. Mark rewarded her, brushing his fingertip across her clit.

With a gasp, Cricket scooted her hips closer to him, balancing on the edge of the counter. She stroked down his chest as she savored his kisses. He didn’t rush but took his time, obviously enjoying her taste as much as she did his. When Cricket’s hand brushed over the front of his tented shorts, Mark captured her hand, pinning it against his body.

“Do you have permission to touch Daddy’s cock?” he growled against her lips.

Cricket shook her head. “I need permission?”

“Yes, baby girl.”

She swallowed hard. Cricket wasn’t a virgin, but her experience was limited to two partners. “Can I caress you, Daddy?”

“Where?” he asked, looking into her eyes to watch her reaction.

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