Page 19 of The Captain's Little Girl

“On your… your cock?” she forced herself to say. Watching his expression harden with arousal at her blunt speech made the dirty word she never used seem more erotic. Cricket savored the feel of being adventurous. Nothing was off limits between them.

He leaned forward to reward her with a hard kiss. “Yes, Cricket. You have my permission. T-shirt off first.” He tugged the borrowed garment over her head before pushing his shorts over his hips and kicking them away.

When the two garments lay tangled together, Mark moved close once again to kiss her softly before nibbling a sensuous trail down the sensitive cord of her throat. Cricket traced her hands over his abdomen before trying to wrap her fingers around his shaft. She’d touched him before but washing a completely exhausted service man was entirely different from the feel of the masculine energy his body exuded now.

Mark coaxed her hand around his erection, showing her exactly how he liked to be touched. Cricket focused on the sight of their hands moving together on his body. Her confidence grew when his breath gushed from his lungs in a low moan.

“That’s it, baby girl. Just like that. I love the feel of your hands on me,” he praised before cupping her breast. “Damn, I love the sight of you, too. I’m never letting you go.”

Mark didn’t wait for her to answer. He leaned forward to encircle her budded nipple with his lips, sucking gently. When she arched her back, offering herself to him freely, Mark rewarded her by drawing the tight peak deeper into his mouth to brush his tongue over the tip.

“Mark!” she gasped.

“Daddy,” he corrected before turning his attention to her opposite breast as he resumed stroking her intimately with his free hand. Finally, filling the emptiness growing inside her with two fingers, Mark stretched the tight entrance and channel as he searched for the most responsive spots.

Her grip tightened around him, drawing an aroused groan from his lips as his erection jerked in her hand. Afraid she had done something wrong, she froze and blurted, “I’m sorry.”

“Never apologize for bringing me pleasure,” he corrected her before kissing her deeply. “Stay right here. I’ll go grab a condom,” he told her.

She giggled as he jogged away. His tight muscular butt disappeared through the kitchen door as he muttered about the need to stash protection in every room of the house.

That quick pace slowed to a prowling walk as he reentered. His eyes focused on her and Cricket realized the picture she must present, displayed on the countertop with her legs spread widely. The heat in his gaze prevented any embarrassment. Without looking at anything but her, he tossed several condoms next to her before ripping open one packet and rolling it over his thick shaft.

Returning to his position between her spread thighs, Mark fitted the head of his cock at her wet opening. Cupping the back of her head, he leaned in to kiss her softly as he entered her slowly. Cricket moaned into his mouth as his thick shaft filled her. She wrapped her legs around his hips to urge him forward, but her daddy continued his gentle glide inside.

“Daddy!” She tore her mouth away from his to protest.

“Soon, baby girl. Good things come to those who wait.” His hand behind her head guided her lips back to his as he distracted her with kisses.

His pelvis neared hers when Cricket tightened her fingers on his shoulders as the stretch became too much. Instantly, he pulled back slightly to ease the pressure.

“No!” she protested, sliding her hands down to his waist to hold him in place.

“I’m not going anywhere, Cricket,” Mark assured her and leaned in to kiss her neck. “There’s no rush. We’ll get there.”

Cricket leaned her head back to allow him more access and closed her eyes to concentrate as Mark glided back inside. This time when he reached the point that she tensed, Mark bit that sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder connected, distracting her.

“Oh!” she moaned as he sank fully inside her. Mark paused, allowing her to adjust to his thick shaft.

“Damn, you feel amazing, baby girl,” he praised.

“Move! Please.” She added the polite word as an afterthought, making him chuckle. Cricket liked that everything didn’t have to be serious. It felt more intimate.

She held on to his waist as he stroked fully in and out. Cricket loved how he focused on her. His gaze never wavered from his appreciation of her body. Feeling sexier than she ever had before, Cricket pushed her shoulders back to display herself for him. Mark kissed and caressed her all over as she explored his hard form. When he nibbled on the soft underside of one breast as his finger rolled her nipple between his rough thumb and forefinger, thrilling sensations exploded inside her.

“Daddy!” she gasped as her body clenched around him.

Mark slowed his thrusts to extend her pleasure. Opening her eyes, Cricket found him watching her. Fierce sexual arousal carved lines into his face, making her heart beat faster. There was no mistaking his attraction to her. She cupped his chiseled jaw and leaned in to kiss him deeply, signaling to him she was ready for more.

“Baby girl,” he growled after lifting his head to meet her gaze. “I’m never letting you go.”

Pushing his hips forward quickly, Mark sank deeply into her. His movements quickened as their bodies strained together. The earthy scent of arousal and heat built in the kitchen. Time seemed to stand still as they pleasured each other. When Mark moved to the place where their bodies connected, he stroked over that small bundle of nerves at the top of her entrance.

“Yes!” Cricket cried as her body burst into a climax.

Mark surrendered to the contractions around him and allowed himself to find his pleasure as well. He wrapped his arms around her, holding Cricket tenderly as they shuddered together.

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