Page 63 of Daddy's Property

I was surrounded by his entire being as he crawled over me. He grasped my jeans and unbuttoned them so slowly that I cried out with impatience. I reached for him and kissed the exposed part of his throat. A primal growl emerged from him as he pushed my pants down. Without delay, he rocked back and inched them down slowly until at long last, he tossed them aside. I didn’t even care where they ended up.

I had expected him to make quick work of my bra and panties, but he didn’t reach for them, at least not right away. Instead, he rained kisses all over my body, stoking my desire with every brush and gentle caress. I sighed with pleasure as he kissed along the length of my collarbone and when he finally reached behind my back to unclasp my bra, I arched up in hopes he would take my nipple into his mouth.

He didn’t. Instead, he kissed all over my breasts, deftly avoiding my nipples even though I squirmed endlessly beneath him.

“Daddy, please!” I begged.

He finally took each hard tip in his mouth, and I shook hard. My inner walls were practically convulsing. I was so aroused that I knew if I slipped my hand between my thighs, I would come with nothing more than a light touch. As if he could read my mind, his fingers pinned my wrists to either side of my body as he worked his mouth down the rest of me.

My belly. My hips. My thighs.

He painted my body with his gentle kisses. Over and over again, he brushed his lips against my flesh, causing me to shiver and cry out with building passionate need.

“I never want to let you go, sweet girl,” he murmured.

“Then don’t, Daddy,” I urged.

His lips captured mine then. There was no cruelty in that kiss, simply raw emotion. His breath became mine. Our tongues danced together, and deliciously beautiful sensation rattled through me.

He’d never kissed me like that before. This was pure romance.

It was desperate in a sense, but it was also passionate. It was right and wrong and everything in between and I wanted it to last forever. His fingers caressed my throat gently, pulling me in deeper and I arched into him, giving him everything when I realized that my hands were finally free.

I grasped at his suit jacket, unbuttoning it and slipping it down his shoulders. He shrugged it off and made quick work of his shirt beneath. When his chest was finally bare, I ran my fingers through the thick hair that covered his flesh, enjoying the friction of the coarse texture against my skin. He kicked off his shoes, but he stopped there, much to my frustration.

I went to push my panties down in hopes of speeding things up, but he brushed my hands aside and held my hips against the bed. I whined with needy irritation. My lips slammed shut as soon as his mouth pressed against the warmth of my pussy, teasing my clit through the fabric of my underwear. I gasped excitedly.

“Daddy, I can’t take it,” I moaned.

He finally grasped my panties and dragged them down my hips so terribly slowly that I tried to squirm to hasten their descent even though I soon realized that I could do nothing to make him go faster.

My body was burning up.

“Please. I need to come, Daddy,” I begged.

His mouth was suddenly on the bare flesh of my pussy. My eyes rolled back in my head so quickly that I thought the bed had disappeared from beneath me. My hips rocked against his touch as he lightly teased me, gently edging me toward orgasm but not really letting me get there quite yet.

His tongue was warm and wet, and I arched up against him, dragging my clit up and down its rough surface in hopes that I would finally be able to let go. Just when I thought I was going to shatter beneath him, he pulled away and lightly kissed my inner thigh.

My whole body shuddered at the unexpected turn. My clit was pulsing, and my thighs wouldn’t stop shaking.

“Please. Oh, please,” I pleaded. Suddenly, there was nothing more important to me than his cock inside me. I needed that connection between us.

“What do you need, little girl? Tell Daddy,” he coaxed, and I blushed.

“I want…” I began, and a sudden feeling of shyness surged inside me.

“Do you need Daddy to make love to you, Cami-girl?” he whispered suggestively. His breath flittered along the skin of my thighs, tickling me just enough to make me tremble.

“I… no… not that,” I stammered.

His hand cupped my pussy and his thumb started circling my clit, teasing me and I whined openly with my increasingly fevered desire. He didn’t stop until I was just on the cusp of orgasm and then he took his touch away again. I wailed, my body shaking with restrained passion.

“What do you need, little girl?” he began again, his voice quickly becoming firm, and my desire catapulting into the heavens. I opened and closed my mouth several times, just trying to get the words out and utterly failing for what felt like forever. His hand stayed in position, and I expected him to spank me there at any moment, but he never did.

That both caused me to sigh with relief and moan in disappointment.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I finally managed to whisper. My face was probably beet red by this point, and I tried to hide it by turning my head, but he quickly cupped my cheek and made me look him straight in the eye.

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