Page 56 of Stay Baby Stay

“Tell Daddy how much you like it,” he says.

“I love it so much,” I tell him. “It’s the only thing keeping me from falling apart.”

Cal closes his eyes. When he opens them again, there’s affection there, but I know it’s only masking the darkness I glimpsed before.

“Show Daddy that juicy pussy you’ve been keeping safe for him all day.”

Chapter Twenty-two

Holly

Simply hearing Cal say the wordpussymakes my inner muscles tighten.

I grasp the sides of my panties. He scoots back, giving me room to slide my underwear down and off. He catches my ankles and spreads my legs, then lets out a long whistle.

“My God, look at that gorgeous peach.” He pets my mound like it’s a small, skittish animal he’s trying to make friends with, before he covers my mound with his whole hand. I grind against him, desperate for contact against my clit.

“Who owns this pussy, little girl?”

I wet my lips. “You do, Daddy.”

“You’re damn right I do.” He teases my opening with two fingers and then lifts them, wet with arousal, to my mouth.

I lick and suck my own slickness from his fingers just like I would lick and suck his cock.

Cal groans, deep and guttural. “Turn over, baby. Daddy wants you on your hands and knees for this next part.”

Excitement trills through me as I reorient myself. Glancing over my shoulder, I watch him rub his cock through his boxers, and wonder if he means to take my virginity like this. The thought of him taking me from behind, when I can’t see what’s coming, both thrills and unnerves me.

I feel Cal’s hand on the small of my back, then between my shoulder blades. He pushes gently, encouraging me to curve my spine, drop my elbows to the bed, and tilt my pelvis back. I don’t know why, but knowing he’s looking at me from this angle somehow feels dirtier than the times he’s seen me on my back. My ass and my pussy are just soout there. Raised up, on full display, with no way to shield myself.

Smoothing his hands over both sides of my ass, he says, “Spread those knees a little wider, sweetheart.”

I do as he tells me. Grasping my hips, he presses his hard cock against my soft, vulnerable bits.

“Feel what you do to me, little girl?” he rasps. “Feel how hard you make my cock?”

I whimper, pushing back toward him. Even through his boxers, I can feel how warm his cock is. How hard my daddy’s blood is pumping for me.

“I found you like this,” he says. “Now I get to do what I want with you.”

Depraved visions of Cal touching and tasting me everywhere flash across my mind’s eye.

“What do you want to do to me, Daddy?”

“I want to make every inch of your body blush.”

His hands and his cock pull away, leaving me desperate and wanting. A few seconds later, his palm comes down firmly against my backside. I gasp.

“That’s for climbing the fence this morning without Daddy’s permission,” he says. I suppress a giggle. It feels like it’s been days since we broke into the Heartwell’s backyard, when in reality, it hasn’t even been twelve hours.

He spanks my other cheek, harder this time.

“And that’s for being cheeky about it.” He spanks me twice more on each side. Not hard enough to really hurt me, but with enough force to heat my skin up and make it tingle when he strokes it.

I never thought I’d be the kind of girl who enjoyed being spanked, but it’s difficult to know what kind of bird you are before you’ve had a chance to spread your wings.

“Look at those pretty pink cheeks.” He skims his fingertips across my tender flesh, down the cleft of my ass, between my lips, all the way to my clit. I whimper as he circles the tight nerve bundle.

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