Her throat contracts around the tip of my dick as she swallows every drop. I pet the side of her face like a kitten. “That’s Daddy’s good girl,” I tell her. “Daddy’s dirty girl...”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret them. I should’ve talked to her about it first, made sure she was into the whole Daddy Dom thing before I went and dropped the D-word. If she’s not familiar with the kink, she’s going to think I’m sick, or that in some twisted way, I’m trying to take her dad’s place. That’s not my goal at all. Jack will always be her father. But only I can be her Daddy.
She lets my cock slip from her mouth, then licks her reddened lips. I clear my throat and rack my brain for a way to explain myself.
But before I can even say a word, she hits me with, “Did I do a good job, Daddy?”
The fire dances in her green eyes as she gazes up at me. Once again, I’m lost in her emerald spell. Of course calling me Daddy would come as naturally to her as calling her sweetheart came to me.
We were fucking made for each other.
“Baby, you were perfect.”
I hook my hands beneath her arms and lift her. She wraps her legs around me. I kiss her swollen mouth, salty from swallowing my cum, and carry her over to the dining table. I lay her down on the tabletop and proceed to kiss and lick every inch of her neck and chest. She whimpers as I swirl my tongue over her nipple.
“That feels good,” she says, and I’m so fucking glad because I’ve wanted to taste her nipples for days. I play with her tits, cupping and palpating them, making them jiggle.
I suck her nipples until they’re as red as her mouth.
My cock, never having gone soft, aches to get inside her. But I need to make sure she’s good and wet before I try testing her virgin pussy. I spread her thighs and growl with anticipation at the sight of her glistening folds. Spreading her lips, I gently stroke her clit with my thumb.
“Oh my god.” Norah’s whole body twitches as her words come out in a single stream. “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod...”
“You okay, sweetheart?”
She nods. “It just feels so much better when you do it.”
“Better when I stroke your clit?” I wag my thumb up and down over her tight little nub. She bites her lip, rising onto her elbows to watch me work.
She looks like a kid who’s just learned how their favorite candy is made.
“Has anyone ever touched you here, Norah?”
She shakes her head. I try not to gawk at her in disbelief.
“Your ex never made you come?” I ask. She shakes her head again. “But you’ve played with yourself?”
Color fills her cheeks. “Maybe... A couple of times.”
Her shyness is adorable. Still, I can’t believe no guy’s ever given this angel an orgasm. All I know is, this situation calls for more than just thumbs.
Grasping her knees, I scoot her ass to the edge of the table and then pull out a chair. Her eyes go wide as cherry pies as I take a seat in front of her spread thighs.
“Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart. Daddy’s ravenous.”
Chapter Eight
Norah
Silas licks my pussy, and everything else fades into the background.
I assumed oral sex would feel good, but nobody told me it would render me into a puddle of liquid pleasure all over the dining table. His beard tickles my sensitive lips as he covers my clit with his mouth. I moan as he sucks me gently, my hands gripping the edge of the table.
“Daddy...” I whimper. “Oh, god, Daddy...” I can’t stop moaning the word. When Silas called himself my Daddy, it was like the stars aligned in my own private universe. Everything I’ve been missing, all of my conflicting desires, suddenly made sense. How safe and secure I feel in his presence. How desperately I want to touch him.
I close my eyes and focus on the wonderful things his tongue is doing. Swirling and lapping, sending tingles up my back and down my arms.
Silas exhales a warm breath as he draws his tongue from the base of my pussy all the way up to my clit. My hips buck. I might actually be too excited to come, but I’m happy just to let him explore. He can play with my pussy when, where, and however he wants.