Page 44 of Devaney's Doctor Daddy

Eric left his fingers inside her, enjoying the rhythmic squeezes of her muscles that slowed down and spaced out as she came down from her orgasm, and switched from rubbing her clit to cupping her sex, letting her have as much pressure as she wanted on her clit but being able to back off too in case she was too sensitive to bear it. So wet, so hot, basically radiating bliss.

“Oh, yes, that’s right,” he told her. “There you are. Such a good girl, coming for me like that. What a good little patient you are.”

A slow content smile spread across his buttercup’s face and the dreamy look in her eyes when she opened them kicked him right in the heart. To set this woman loose like this, to give her permission to bask in physical euphoria was a head-swelling delight. He could do this—wanted to do this—every goddamn day.

He stripped off his gloves so he could caress her thighs with his bare hands and smiled down at her. “Feeling good, babygirl?”

“Mmm, yes. So good, Daddy.”

And there was another kick—his heart was going to be a pulp of starry-eyed-love soon—because in that moment when they were just the two of them, taking a break from the play-acting, she’d called him Daddy.

“I’m glad. There’s more, but maybe a little break first. Want some water?”

“Please, Daddy.”

He’d had the presence of mind to bring one of her sippies with him, so he grabbed it from the counter, held it to her lips. She was so darling as she drank, tipping her head for more contact as he petted her hair. Precious little girl.

She drank the small bottle down and seemed content to let him pet and kiss her for a few minutes before she started getting antsy. That would be his cue to get back down to the business of inundating her with ecstasy.

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