Page 97 of Stay Baby Stay

“Okay.” I wet my lips and turn to face the wall. He takes his time undoing my buttons, kissing his way down my back as he goes.

Finally, he eases my dress down my body and tells me to step out. I stand before my husband, wearing only a pair of white lace panties, a lacy garter belt, and three-inch heels.

Cal’s gaze drips over me like warm syrup. His mouth curves into a devilish grin, making my nipples stiffen. His demon is particularly partial to my breasts, and I’m always happy to offer them up to him.

His hands close around my breasts as he backs me against the wall. I gasp as his thigh makes contact with my aching center.

“Now, Daddy?” I ask, smiling shyly.

His cock is rock hard against my hip.

“Now,” he growls. He kneels before me like he’s proposing, his hot breath gusting through the thin lace. He licks me through my panties.

I whimper, “Daddy, that tickles.”

He pulls my panties down to kiss my naked lips—shaved bare for the occasion, and oh-so sensitive.

“Does that tickle, too?”

“Uh-huh.” I nod.

I moan as he reaches around to squeeze my ass with both hands. My clit throbs against his tongue. He buries his face in my pussy as he gropes my backside.

“Oh, Daddy... That feels so good.”

He spreads my cheeks apart.

“Everything that’s yours belongs to Daddy,” he says. “Even this hole.”

He strokes my back entrance. I shiver, eager to feel him inside me.

“But that’s... No one’s ever...” I bite my bottom lip, playing the part of naïve little girl. Of course Cal’s been in my ass before. It’s just way more fun to pretend this is all brand new.

In some ways, itisbrand new. I’m about to be fucked by my husband for the first time.

He slides a finger into my pussy to wet it, then reaches around back to slowly work the slickened digit against my asshole. I whimper as he breaches me.

“Such a dirty girl,” he says. “That white dress doesn’t fool Daddy.”

With his finger still buried in my ass, he rises to his feet. I help him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, then reach into his boxers to pull his fat cock out.

He thrusts it inside me in one go.

I cry out, gripping his shoulders for stability. In my heels, I’m tall enough that he can fuck me hard against the wall without having to crouch.

“Whose ass is this, baby?” he growls.

“Daddy’s.” I nearly go cross-eyed at the way his pubic bone bumps my clit with every thrust.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“D-daddy’s...”

“Who do you belong to, baby girl?”

“You, Daddy.” I moan the words. “I’m all yours.”

“Damn right you are.”

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