Page 27 of Daddy’s Protecting

Cynthia didn’t understand how this man was so important to her so quickly. She’d dismissed the possibility of finding her Daddy, thinking even if they existed, what would be the odds that she would happen to just run into him? And even then, would she pay attention?

“You’re thinking so hard, you’re interrupting my sleep,” he grumbled softly.

“I’m…” She stopped herself from saying she was sorry. Her bottom still was slightly tender. Cynthia didn’t need another spanking. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Come here, Little girl,” he growled, pulling her closer so they faced each other on the fluffy pillow. “You’re supposed to be sleeping.”

“So are you,” she countered, knowing his gruff talk was a total act.

“Got me there. And I have you here.” Dirk rose to lean over her and kissed Cynthia.

Instant heat flared between them. He deepened the kiss and dipped his tongue between her lips. Daringly, she tangled hers with his as she lifted her hands to stroke over his broad shoulders. His “mmm” of pleasure hummed through her mouth, making her wiggle closer as he tasted her.

When he raised his head, breaking their kiss, Cynthia protested with a wordless sound of need. “Shh, Cindy girl. I’m not going anywhere. Are you ready to make love with me?”

“Please,” she begged. She watched him pluck Bullyboo from her arms and set him on the bedside table before turning back to her.

His mouth crashed back down to hers as if he’d released his iron-clad control. She met each kiss eagerly. Cynthia knew she’d never felt this level of desire. He stroked a hand over her shoulder, ribcage, waist, and over her spanked bottom. Dirk squeezed one rounded buttock firmly in his hand, drawing a gasp from her lips.

Cynthia squeezed her thighs together, feeling the wetness gathering. That small reminder of pain from her punishment ignited her arousal even higher. She loved the reminder that he was in charge. Lifting her pelvis toward him instinctively, she gasped as he leaned forward to pin her to the bed with his weight as he lowered one knee between her legs. Instantly, she rubbed her pelvis against his hard thigh.

As Dirk kissed and nibbled along the length of her neck, his hands explored her body. He cupped one breast and lifted itto him. His mouth engulfed her reddened nipple and sucked it gently into the warmth where his tongue lashed back and forth across the puckered tip. When she arched her chest, offering herself to him without reserve, he nibbled gently on her beaded peak.

When he moved to repeat the caresses to her other breast, Cynthia escaped from the web of delight he spread over her. Eager to return his caresses, she stroked over his skin. Cynthia loved the feel of his hard body under her fingertips. The small moans and brief pauses in his breath revealed his arousal triggers. Wanting to see more of him than the light allowed, she abandoned hiding under the covers. Kicking her free leg, Cynthia pushed the sheet and comforter off.

“Mmm, better,” Dirk praised her efforts as he raised his head and scanned over her body below him.

Always average everything, Cynthia didn’t suffer from any illusions that she was stunning. The heat in his eyes as he looked over her made her feel absolutely gorgeous. She watched him shift his focus to draw his fingers whisper-light down the centerline of her torso, starting between her breasts and moving slowly down. She sucked in her breath automatically as he reached her stomach, but had to let it out as his leisurely path continued. When he didn’t react to her slightly bulging stomach, she realized he couldn’t care less. He wanted her—with all her curves and dimples.

“Daddy?” she whispered in surprise.

“You are my perfect Little, sweetheart. I think it’s time for you to stop thinking and to concentrate on feeling.” His hand covered her mound, and his fingertips slid into her sleek juices. He squeezed lightly, drawing a moan from her.

Cynthia held her breath, hoping that those teasing fingers would move… Stroke her… Make her come.

Dirk pressed a kiss between her breasts and another a bit lower. He followed the trail that his fingers had ignited, shifting lower in the bed smoothly until his lips touched the top of her slit. She watched him pause and inhale her most intimate scent before he tasted her. That pointed tip of his tongue traced through the wetness to explore her pink folds.

Cynthia spread her legs widely. He pressed against her inner thighs, pinning her in place as he traced her opening with his tongue. His lips nibbled at her inner folds, sending thrilling zings of pleasure through her. When he traced her clit with the point of his tongue, Cynthia struggled against his control as she eagerly tried to lift her pelvis to his mouth.

“No, sweetheart. Daddy’s in charge,” he reminded her after lifting his head away from her pussy, staring reprovingly up her body to meet her gaze.

Flopping down to the mattress, she struggled to hold herself in place. She wanted to please him so badly. The feel of a finger pressing inside her challenged her dedication to following his directions. When he again lowered his mouth to her, Dirk sealed his lips around her clit and sucked.

“Ahh!” she screamed into the room as her body exploded into a million pieces. His fingers and mouth continued to pleasure her, extending her orgasm until she didn’t think she could take any more. When his lips lifted away and his caresses ended, she could only stare at him in fascination. How did this man play her body so well?

Her hands stroked over his chest and abdomen as he rose to his knees. She watched the magnetic man pull a box from the nightstand and unseal it to remove a condom. The sight of his hands gliding the protection over his thick cock was erotic. Unable to resist, Cynthia reached forward to stroke her fingers down the side of his erection.

Groaning, Dirk told her roughly, “You may be the death of me, sweetheart,” as he moved over her to fit himself to her. “Mine. Little girl. You’re mine.”

“Yes,” she agreed, nodding her head obediently. She’d never dreamed of finding a man who made her feel so desirable, wanted, and alive. Running her hands over his sides, she tried to share her feelings by touch as he pressed inside her.

Every micromillimeter of his entrance seemed to fire off more sensations through her body as he stretched her. When he finally glided that last small increment inside, her fingers had gone from touching to gripping his skin. Dirk paused and looked down at her in concern.

Reading the battle between desire and worry written on his face, she threatened him, “Move, damn you. I may die if you don’t.”

Amusement flashed across his face and disappeared when she rocked against him. He withdrew until just the tip of his cock rested inside her. With a firm thrust, he filled her completely, stoking the fire inside her once again. Cynthia clung to him as he moved exactly how and where she needed him. His lips captured hers with fiery kisses before he moved them against the sensitive spots he’d discovered earlier.

Cynthia could feel an orgasm tantalizing her. It evaded her attempts to bring it closer as she moved against him. Dirk cupped her bottom with one hand and increased the speed of his strokes. Her eyes closed as the pleasure grew closer.

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