Page 8 of Daddy's Girl

“That’s my good girl. First I want to play a game with you, sweetheart.”

“I love games!”

“Did you like when Daddy touched your nipples?”

I giggle when he says nipples. But then I say shyly, “Yes.”

“Guess what Daddy wants to do.”

“What?”

“I want to taste your sweet little nipples, honey. I want you to feed them to me so I can lick them, like candy.”

I giggle again. What a funny game.

“Let’s take off your nightie so we can play.”

Daddy pulls my nightie off. He moves me so I’m straddling him and I can kneel and lift up to him so my nipples are close to his mouth.

“Daddy loves your breasts, baby girl. They’re so bouncy and sweet. I bet they taste real good.”

I want to please my Daddy. So I feed one of my nipples to him, sliding it between his lips. He starts licking me gently. It feels good. His blue eyes are dark again, watching my eyes. I love the way he looks at me, like wants to eat me alive. Like he loves me.

Then he starts sucking on my nipple and it makes me squirm and giggle again. I feel warm, not just in my nipples. My whole body feels sort of sweet and wet. Daddy takes both of my full breasts in his rough hands and squeezes them together so he can take both of my nipples in his mouth. Then he starts sucking on them. The sweet heat starts overflowing in my pussy and the wave of melting pleasure makes my inside muscles ripple again, even though Daddy’s not even touching me there.

“Daddy!”

“That’s my good girl. You like coming for Daddy, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Daddy licks into my mouth again and kisses me for a long time, then he lays me into bed and tucks me in. “Sleep tight, sweetheart.”

I wish Daddy didn’t have to leave.

He closes the door, and I already miss him.

When I wake up I put on a short pink sundress. I reach for some panties but then I remember what Daddy said, so I leave them off.

I go downstairs and Daddy is making breakfast.

“I hope you like pancakes,” he grins. He’s so handsome.

“I love pancakes!”

He lifts me up and sets me on the marble counter. He’s so strong. He starts serving up two plates of pancakes. He puts butter and maple syrup on them.

“From now on, Daddy’s going to feed you.”

Daddy’s funny.

He feeds me a bite from his fork.

“Yummy, Daddy. You’re a good cook.”

“Lift your dress. I want to see if you obeyed Daddy.”

I do. I show him that I’m not wearing any panties. Then I poke my tongue out at him because he’s so funny.

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