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I hadn’t intended to touch her this morning, but I couldn’t deny her this. Fucking hell, who was I kidding? I couldn’t deny myself, either. Abandoning her breast, I trailed my hand down her torso, exalting in her trembles beneath my fingertips. I paused at her waistband.

“Yes,” she whispered, lifting her hips.

Exhaling hard, I pushed beneath the elastic of the pants and her panties, shuddering at the feel of the smooth, bare skin I found there.

“Little lamb,” I breathed, looking into her heavy-lidded eyes.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Daddy. I waxed it to make it nice and smooth for when it finally happened. It feels so sensitive this way.”

“Have you touched yourself? Made yourself come with you bare like this? While you thought of me?”

“Yes,” she said, almost hesitantly as if I might be upset by that. I wasn’t. I was glad my little lamb knew what felt good to her and that she’d familiarized herself with her body.

Two of my fingers pushed between her folds, giving her my answer to her hesitation. They slipped to either side of her clit and pinched, pulling slightly upward as I milked the little bud. She was so creamy and warm, coating my fingers with her slick need.

“Daddy,” she cried, bucking hard against me. I felt her muscles squeezing and releasing as she quickly tumbled over the edge into her climax. It wasn’t enough. For either of us. She’d come again for me before we started our day.

I never ceased my torment of her clit while I pushed her through our first climax—ours because I planned to own all of them. As she came down, I drove my fingers deeper into her, exploring her sweetness.

As she panted beneath me, her head rolling back and forth and her arms wrapped around my shoulders, I teased at her tight opening that still quivered in the aftershocks of the orgasm. One tip penetrated her.

“Fuck, you’re like a vise,” I muttered when the walls sucked tight around the digit.

“Take me, Daddy,” she whispered. “Fill me up with your fingers. I want to ride your hand.”

“Not my cock?” I teased.

She bit her lip. “I want…it, too.”

“Say it. You’re a big girl. Say the big girl words.”

She swallowed hard, her lips rolling through those straight white teeth again. “I want your…cock.”

“Good. You’ll get it if you’re a good girl today while we’re out.”

“Daddy,” she whined, obviously distressed that I didn’t plan to fuck her this morning. But we had errands, and I didn’t want her to be sore.

“Don’t worry, little lamb. You’re going to come again. On my fingers, like the greedy girl you are.”

I sawed that one digit in and out of her clinging passage, feeling her squeeze around me while I stretched her just this bit. It wasn’t even close to the size of my dick.

We were both breathing hard by the time I added the second finger. I curled the two into her spongy, engorged g-spot while my thumb rubbed circles over her clit.

And Poppy exploded under me, screaming as she went over the edge. My lips sealed over her mouth, claiming the sound and letting it fill me up.

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