I ran the loofa over Juliana’s skin, listening to her breathless moans as I rubbed it over her breasts, paying special attention to her tits. She rubbed her ass against my cock, her hands reaching behind her to clench my thighs.
After a couple of weeks, I was mostly healed, save for a few bruises that were almost gone. The cut on my neck was scabbed over, taking its time healing, and the other cuts on my body were almost done healing as well. And now that I’d gotten a full, clean bill of health from the doctor, I intended to take care of my woman like she needed.
She had done so good these past couple of weeks taking care of me and helping me as much as she could, though it got on my nerves sometimes. I was supposed to be the one taking care of her, not the other way around. But I bit my tongue.
She was doing it because she cared, and if it was a sign of her growth, I wasn’t going to do anything to hinder that.
I slid my hand down her belly, setting her loofa aside. “You are becoming a needy little thing, aren’t you?” I breathed against her skin. She moaned. “Tell me what you want, baby girl.”
“I want you to touch me,” she whined.
“I am touching you,” I teased. She shot her heated eyes up to mine. I resisted smirking as I tightened my arm around her in response. “Tell me where, baby.”
She reached up to grab my hand, but I made a tsking sound. “Nuh-uh, baby. Tell me where.”
“My pussy,” she whimpered. “Please,” she pleaded.
I brushed my lips to her neck as I circled her clit with my fingers before slipping two fingers inside of her. Her legs fell open wider, hooking over mine. I curled my fingers just right, hitting that perfect spot inside of her as I rubbed the heel of my hand over her clit.
Her head fell back on my shoulder, and she ground down against my hand, needy little whimpers and moans falling from her lips.
Her walls tightened around my fingers, and I pulled them out before standing up, lifting her into my arms. “What—”
I quickly padded from the bathroom, dripping water all over the floor, but I didn’t care. I managed to get the door to my playroom opened, and I set her on the bed, instantly reaching forward to cuff her hands to the bed posts. I wanted her at my mercy.
“Daddy,” she moaned, her back arching as I ran my hand in the valley between her tits.
“I’m going to take care of you,” I promised her. “What’s your safe word?”
“Black, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Good girl. And if it gets to be too much for you, what do you say?”
“Black.”
I pressed a kiss to her belly. “Good girl.”
I crawled up the bed between her thighs. Hooking my arms around her legs, I yanked her thighs apart and lapped up her slit, tasting the sweet taste of her on my tongue. I groaned and flicked her clit before sucking on it. “Daddy!” she cried out, her back arching.
I did it again before sliding my tongue inside of her, tongue fucking her. She writhed on the bed, her tits swaying. I lapped at her clit, swirling my tongue around it before gently nipping it. She almost came, but I withdrew in time. The sexiest, neediest fucking sound I’d ever heard in my life spilled from her lips, and I swear to God, I almost came on the sheets.
I went back to tongue fucking her, continuously going back and forth between her tight, little hole and her swollen clit, never letting her come. I continuously drew her to the edge before backing off.
She was a whining, whimpering mess, a light sheen of sweat glistening across her tempting, olive-toned body.
“Daddy, please,” she begged me. “I need to come.”
“Not until you’re coming around my cock, little girl,” I told her. I stood up from the bed and walked over to the dresser in the room. I pulled out a shiny, silver butt plug with a purple rhinestone at the end of it.
Her eyes widened in alarm. I instantly reached forward to run my hand over her hair, doing what I could to soothe her. My touch was always comforting to my baby girl.
“It’s going to feel good,” I promised her. “When I’m inside of you with this in your ass, you’re going to be thanking me.”
I didn’t move until she nodded her consent. Her eyes followed me nervously. I leaned over her, letting my dick brush her swollen clit. She moaned, arching her hips up to me. I shoved them back down. “Do you trust me?” I asked her.
“Yes, Daddy,” she answered without hesitation.
I pressed my lips to hers in a soft kiss. “Then trust me to take care of you, baby.” I leaned up a little and uncuffed her arms before flipping her over to her stomach. “Ass in the air. Chest on the bed,” I commanded.
She did as I told her. I brushed my hand over her back before dipping my fingers into her soaked heat. She moaned, greedily pushing back on my hand. “Not yet, baby girl,” I soothed, pressing a kiss to her spine.
I rubbed her juices around her hole, doing that a couple of times before I dipped the plug into her pussy, pumping it in and out of her a few times to make her even wetter before I pressed it to her ass.
“Breathe and relax,” I told her.
She relaxed her muscles, and I pushed it inside of her, pressing kisses to her juicy ass cheeks as I did so to help keep her relaxed. She moaned once it was fully seated inside. I knew it would feel good to her. She just had to trust me to always take care of her.
I flipped her onto her back and cuffed her hands again. I then slid between her legs, sliding three of my fingers inside of her. She cried out, her eyes widening. I couldn’t help it; I grinned at her. “Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” I rasped.
“Yes, Daddy. Oh, God, yes.”
I replaced my fingers with my cock, driving up hard and fast into her. I leaned up on my knees, gripping her hips to lift her up off the bed some. “Don’t hold back, baby. I want you to come. Soak me, baby girl.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
In three strokes, she was coming hard around me. I didn’t stop. I continued driving into her, bruising her inner thighs with my grip. “You like Daddy fucking you like this?” I growled at her.
“Yes, Daddy,” she cried out. She came again. “Again, Daddy, please.”
“You’re going to come so many times tonight, little girl, that you’re still going to be feeling me inside of you once I’m finally done,” I promised.
By the seventh time of her coming around me, she was shaking her head. “No more,” she whimpered.
“I know your body, little girl,” I reminded her. “Daddy’s so fucking close, though. Can you hang on a little bit longer?”
She nodded. I smacked her thigh. She yelped, her eyes snapping back home. “That’s a spanking, baby. You know you always verbally respond.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whined.