Page 102 of Under Daddy's Spell

Baiting his baby girl was such fun because, when riled, she was fucking awesome.

“Did you think there was a Daddy-and-Tessa rule book around somewhere?”

“Well...”

He swept her into his arms and rocked her from side to side, laughing.

“What has you in such a good mood?”

“You do, and the knowledge that Daddy’s gonna get him some of your sweet ass in the shower. Are we washing your hair?” he asked as he reached in and adjusted the water.

“Yes.”

“Mm, more fun for me,” he replied as he lifted her with one arm and stepped into the convergence of hot water from all sides.

Shampoo and body wash and loofas would have to wait.

Jordan used his body to pin her to the wall as his mouth claimed hers. She hissed at the coldness of the tiles on her skin. His tongue took advantage and swept inside as he angled the rain shower directly at her to keep her warm. He gripped his cock, ready to guide it inside her, then he remembered.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“What’s wrong?”

“No protection.” He set her down. “I’ll dry off and go get it.”

Her fingers closed around him. “I don’t want you to go, Daddy. Let me take care of you instead.” When she lowered herself to his knees, he angled the spray away from his face. Then he watched as her hands explored his cock and almost lost it when she dipped down and licked and sucked his balls.

“Body wash,” she asked, raising her hand, palm up. Happy to comply, he drizzled some of the fresh-scent soap she’d brought instead of his own masculine kind so she wouldn’t smell like him the rest of the day.

He expected her to suds up his cock and bring him off that way, but she leaned back and ran her soapy fingers over her breasts. The sight of her on her knees, flawless skin beaded with water, green eyes tipped up to his while she massaged her full tits and played with her nipples, he couldn’t keep from touching her and himself any longer. He buried his hand in her hair and wrapped the other around his cock and pumped slowly.

“Let me do that for you,” she exclaimed, as she rose on her knees. As she leaned forward, she fisted his length and guided to the valley between her breasts, made deeper as she used her hands to push them together.

“Fuck me,” he groaned, both of them moving to send his cock gliding through her soap-slick cleavage.

And his sexy girl wasn’t done surprising him. She brought some of her hair forward and wrapped the wet waves around the base of his shaft then resumed her rocking motions so he was fucking her tits and the glorious mane of hair he loved so much, both at once.

Although he’d come plenty the day before, he was on the verge again because this was fucking hot.

“Play with your pussy, baby.”

“Don’t worry about me. My breasts, hair, and later my mouth and pussy, even my naughty hole, are all for you, Daddy.”

That did it. Without a shred of control remaining, he held her face to his belly. With his other splayed across her upper back, he fucked her tits until he shouted then blew hard on her chest, and tits, and chin under the rain shower.

With his forehead against the tile, trying to recover so he could see to her, he felt her soft kisses dotting a path from his navel to his chest as she stood. Then her arms slid around him.

“Too aggressive?” she asked.

He moved away from the wall, caught her under the arms and lifted her to stand on the built-in tile bench. Face-to-face with him, she couldn’t hide. “I loved it. In fact, I’m awestruck by your stellar problem-solving skills.”

A rush of pink that he was certain wasn’t from the steam and hot water stained her cheeks. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

With two fingers, he stroked her water beaded cheek. “Then, points for creativity, baby girl.”

He quickly scrubbed himself and rinsed, using the handheld sprayer, before focusing on her. He started with the critical need areas, rinsing then soaping up her breasts, chest, and making sure he didn’t miss anything on her chin. Next, he thoroughly shampooed then conditioned her hair. Eschewing a scrubby, he poured body wash into his palm and, skin to skin, cleaned her everywhere, using his fingers to get into the crevices and intimate hard-to-reach places.

Moving restlessly, her eyes a darker green from her unquenched passion, it was her turn to test the acoustics of his shower. With her still standing on the bench, he draped one of her legs over his shoulder. Although he’d never let her fall, she grabbed onto a towel hook embedded in the tiles and his hair as he used his mouth and tongue and teeth and the shower massage with ten different pulse settings to make his girl shout as loudly as he had when she came.

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