Page 86 of Stay Baby Stay

“Is it always going to be like this, Daddy?”

“Like what, baby?” He cups my chin, tilting my face so he can meet my gaze.

“Scary. Dangerous.” I swallow thickly. “I keep waiting for more terrible things to happen.”

I kiss his thumb as he brushes it over my lips.

“I wish I could promise that nothing terrible will ever happen again,” he says. “But you and I know there’s no shortage of terrible things in this world. What I can promise is that you’re not gonna have to face any of those things tonight.”

He kisses me gently, teasing my lips apart so he can get a deeper, fuller taste. I close my eyes and relax into his strength as he pulls me closer, his arms tightening around my waist. Our chests press together. I feel his heart pounding, his lungs expanding with every breath.

“Now,” he says against my lips. “Let’s talk about something nice.”

Somehow, even after our talk, his cock is still hard against my belly. He loosens my towel, letting it fall away so that there’s nothing standing between us.

I moan softly as his hands glide down my back to squeeze my bottom.

“I keep thinking about this dream house of yours,” he rasps. “How I want to live there with you, and fuck you in different ways in every room. The kitchen...” He bends to lick a circle around my nipple, then follows it up with a gentle pull I can feel throughout my whole body. “That’s where I’d start, with you on the table, legs spread open. I’d spend hours teasing you, winding you up, till you’re begging me to take you.”

As he whispers, his mouth works over my breasts, never pausing.

It wouldn’t take hours. He’d have me begging him to fuck me in seconds.

“Please, Daddy...” I gasp as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.

“Not yet, baby. Not yet. Now, the playroom. Tell me about it. What’s it look like?”

“It’s...” I can barely think straight as he rocks my hips, encouraging me to hump his thigh. “It’s blue and yellow. With a mural on the wall."

"What kind of mural?"

"I don't know.” My clit throbs as I rub against him, like humping a firm pillow. “Animals, maybe. Bunnies...and foxes.”

“Sweet red foxes for my sweet red-haired Holly.” He glides his hands up my sides and around to my breasts, as I continue working my clit against his thigh. Currents of pleasure spiral through my body, sending electric love zooming through my veins. “What else is in the room, baby?”

I picture the space, the mural, toys all over the place. “There’s a table for coloring, and a dollhouse.”

“A big dollhouse?” he asks around my nipple.

“Huge, with beds for all my dolls so none of them have to sleep outside.” I gasp as he rolls us, laying me on my back with his thigh still wedged between mine. I’ve made his skin slick with my arousal, shiny in the moonlight.

“Is there a soft carpet for napping?” he asks.

“Uh-huh. The softest...” I moan as he captures my breast between his teeth and swirls his tongue across the stiffened tip.

His hand goes over my mouth to quiet me.

“No crying, little girl,” he growls. “It’s nap time.”

There’s a hard edge to his voice that wasn’t there before. An intensity that makes my pulse flutter like bird’s wings. Last night, he made me come with his hand over my lips, and I loved it. I love this rougher side to him, the so-called demon he’s so reluctant to embrace. I love it just as much as I love his sweet side.

He trails his fingers down my chin to the hollow of my throat, then brings his face close to mine. In the dark it’s impossible to know who’s staring back at me. Nice Daddy or Demon Daddy.

“Daddy’s gonna nap on the floor with you, baby,” he says. I bite back a whimper as he grinds his thigh against me. “But first, he’s gonna taste your pretty pussy.”

Excitement trills through me as he inches down my body, licking and biting as he goes. I watch intently as he spreads my knees and exhales a warm gust over my folds. He gazes at me from between my legs, smiling wickedly.

His tongue laps at my clit. I fight not to moan, not to whimper, as he licks that tender spot that makes fireworks go off behind my closed eyes.

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