Page 115 of I.S.O Daddy

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he said against her skin, his voice guttural. “Can’t believe you’re mine.”

His hands slid over her body, touching and caressing her like he had so many times before, but it felt different this time. His touch was slower, more purposeful. It brought something to life inside her, something she didn’t know was even there.

Slowly, he kissed down her neck to the exposed area of her chest. He moved lower, pressing his face between her breasts. “Can I touch you?” she breathed, and his eyes lifted.

“Of course,” he murmured. “Tonight, you can touch me all you like. And you can come as many times as you want.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered. She wanted to press her thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure building inside her, but with him between her legs, she couldn’t. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he grinned, like he knew what she was thinking.

“Such a polite little girl,” he murmured, kissing between her breasts, and her face flushed.

His hand skimmed down her body to the hem of her dress. Guiding it slowly up her legs, he bunched it around her waist, settling himself more firmly against her pussy. She lifted her hips, grinding against his firm stomach, her breath catching at the pleasure that shot through her.

“Let’s get you out of this pretty dress,” he said softly, kissing her neck again. She swallowed thickly as she nodded, her head feeling floaty as he helped her sit up. “You’re sure?” He hesitated, his fingers toying with the delicate zipper at her back.

“I’m sure,” she whispered, nodding. Even if she felt nervous, she was still ready for this. For him.

Slowly, he dragged it down before he pushed her back onto the bed. “Hips up,” he commanded, and she lifted them, letting him pull her dress the rest of the way off, leaving her in her heels, bra, panties, and jewelry.

He folded the dress in half and set it on the chair in the corner of the room before turning back toward her. She squirmed as she watched him prowl back to her, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he went.

“Lay all the way back,” he said, jerking his head at the pillows. “I want you to be comfy.” Her eyes widened at his words, but she quickly scrambled to obey.

He tossed his shirt to the floor before sliding his undershirt off, letting it land on his dress shirt. Her chest heaved with each breath as she watched his hand move to his black dress belt and slowly undo it, then slip it through each loop.

His movements were slow. Agonizingly slow. All she wanted was to touch him, for him to touch her. She didn’t really care. She just wanted to get off, and watching him strip in front of her was torture.

“Please hurry, Daddy,” she whined, rubbing her thighs together, squeezing her muscles, driving herself more wild.

“Oh, is my baby so horny? Does she need to come?” he crooned, and she nodded, her bottom lip rolling out in a pout.

“So badly, Daddy.” He grinned as he slipped his pants and socks off, leaving them in a heap on the floor. His briefs stayed on as he climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of her.

“Spread your legs, baby. Let Daddy see you.”

Her breath caught as she let her legs fall apart. He scanned her body, taking in every curve, the shallowness of her breaths, the way she squirmed under his full attention. She couldn’t take it.

“Take your panties off,” he said, his voice low. With shaky hands, she slid her panties down her legs, dropping them off the side of the bed. “Legs open.” She spread them, feeling the cool air hit her wet pussy. She knew he could see how soaked she was. “Bra.”

His hand moved to his boxers and he guided it over the hard bulge underneath it, groaning as he watched her reach under herself and unhook her bra. It slid down her arms as she dropped it to the floor with her panties.

“Such a good girl,” he grunted, squeezing his cock through the thin fabric. Her mouth watered as she watched him, her hips lifting, silently begging for it.

“Can I taste you?” Her voice was near-silent, and she was worried she’d only said it in her head, that he hadn’t heard her. But he paused, his eyes boring into hers.

“You want to suck my cock, pretty girl?”

“Please.” She looked up at him, finding his eyes hooded as he watched her. “Please, Daddy.Please.”

His head fell back, his wide chest expanding as he took a deep breath. When he finally looked back at her, his jaw was tense. “Arms above your head. Don’t move them.”

She blinked but did as she was told. He effortlessly took his boxers off, letting her see his full, hard length she desperately wanted inside her. Stroking himself, he watched her warily.

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” She nodded firmly, not wanting him to change his mind. He watched her for another moment, then dipped his chin.

“I’m going to straddle your chest. Don’t move. Just open your mouth. Understand?”

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