Page 36 of Daddy’s Protecting

Dirk stalked forward. He set a small packet on the on the top railing of the shower enclosure before instructing, “Move forward, sweetheart.”

His hands guiding her forward, he settled in behind her. Pulling her back against him, Dirk kissed the side of her neck. She moaned as she tilted her head to the side, silently requesting more. He gently splashed warm water over her torso as he eased her more fully into the water so it cascaded over her. Grabbing the soap, he smoothed the bar over her skin before returning it to the dish. His hands washed her body, spreading the soft suds over her skin.

When he reached her nipples, she leaned back against him, arching her chest to offer herself to him. His fingers stroked over her soft curves, brushing the taut peaks until she squirmed against him, loving the feel of his hands kneading and stroking her. Fiery kisses landed on her sensitive neck.

She froze as he stroked one hand down the center of her body. Dirk continued to taste her neck as his fingers caressed her abdomen and threaded through her silken hair. She moaned slightly as he gently tugged the wispy strands.

“Daddy needs to shave this off. We’ll do that tomorrow when you’re not too sleepy.”

“I’m awake,” she assured him, wanting to please him.

“Tomorrow. No taking care of it yourself, Little girl. This is Daddy’s job.”

Cynthia nodded as his fingers delved into her pink folds. She spread her legs as far as she could to allow him access to her intimate spaces. Her Daddy caressed her torso with his other hand. Tantalizing her breasts with his fingertips, Dirk’s touch made her twist in front of him. She wanted to feel his touch everywhere. Arching back slightly, she thrust herself into hishand as Cynthia raised her arms to loop her hands around his neck.

“What do you need, sweetheart? Do you want my fingers inside you?”

She felt him trace the opening, hovering just outside. Cynthia waited for him to explore her, but Dirk’s hand remained short of where she wanted him the most.

“Use your words, Little girl. Daddy needs to know what you need,” he explained when she leaned sideways to look up at him. “Do you want my fingers inside you?”

This time, when he repeated his question, Cynthia didn’t hesitate. “Yes!”

“Good girl,” he praised her and rewarded Cynthia by slowly gliding two fingers inside her pussy. He explored her, varying his touch from stroking in and out, to wandering, to scissoring his fingers inside her.

Quickly, he pushed her to the edge where an orgasm hovered close, but eluded her. She tried wiggling, but he spread his other hand over her lower abdomen, pinning her in place against his hard frame. Cynthia released her hands and lowered them, intending to stroke herself to the orgasm he didn’t allow her to find.

“No, Little girl. Now you’re being naughty.” He removed his fingers from inside her and captured hers easily. Pinning them with one hand against her stomach, her Daddy pressed his fingers back inside her.

“Daddy!” she protested.

“What do you need, sweetheart?”

“I need… More!”

“More of what? Use your words so Daddy can understand you,” he probed, grinding the base of his fingers against her sensitive opening but avoiding where she needed them most.

“My clit! Touch my clit!” she announced loudly, feeling her face heat with embarrassment as her voice echoed against the hard surfaces of the beautiful shower stall.

“That’s it,” he complimented her as he rewarded her by brushing his thumb over that tight bud above her opening.

The breath caught in her throat as she felt the tingles coalesce into a climax that shook her body. Dirk held her firmly in place against his hard body as he coaxed every sensation possible from her. He pressed fiery kisses along her shoulder and neck, making her head loll back to invite more.

Dirk whispered into her ear, “Daddy wants to be here, Little girl. Would you like that, too?”

“Please,” she whispered.

Guiding her hands to the wall at the side of the shower, he pressed them against the cool tile. She understood his silent direction that she was to leave them there. His hand stroked over her back, down to her bottom. “Take a step back, sweetheart, and lean forward,” Dirk urged.

Following his directions, Cynthia’s motion moved her bottom flush against his pelvis. His thick erection nestled between her cheeks. Dirk glided his shaft against her, making Cynthia arch her back to press herself against his cock. “That’s it, good girl.”

She felt him shift away and heard a crinkling sound. Looking over her shoulder, Cynthia watched Dirk sheathe himself in the condom before turning back fully against her.

She hadn’t ever had sex in this position before—much less in a shower. The warm water sprayed on her, heightening her sensitivity as it pelted against her. The continual spatter of liquid felt so erotic, making her aware of every inch of her skin. She held her breath as he fitted the broad head of his cock against her and pushed forward, filling her completely.

“Damn, sweetheart. You feel so good around me,” Dirk groaned before withdrawing and thrusting back inside. He leaned slightly over her body as he wrapped his arm around her waist to support her and help Cynthia stay in place.

Arching her back on his next stroke, she offered herself completely to him. Nothing felt like this incredible man filling her so completely. Their bodies moved together, slick with water, and slid against each other. Dirk caressed her with his free hand. Fondling her breasts, he tugged slightly on her nipples. Unable to hide her reaction to the slight taste of pain, Cynthia gasped and bucked back against him.

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