And yet when she’d stepped off that escalator at the airport, he hadn’t felt like a father seeing a daughter the way he had during the rest of their acquaintance. No, he’d felt every inch a man responding to a woman, a daddy seeing someone who could be his little girl. Didn’t make it right, though.
But if being Saoirse’s daddy helped her get back on track? He couldn’t regret it. She deserved any help and guidance she needed and if he enjoyed it as well—which he was, immensely—well then, he did. Side benefit of doing the right thing by this girl who’d been deprived of attention and love and who got turned on like no one else he’d ever seen when they played this game.
“This is your princess pucker,” he told her, still circling the tight ring of flesh, made wet and slippery with the honey of her own arousal. “It’s much tighter than your pussy, but Daddy’s going to train you to take my cock here too. Don’t worry, I promise I won’t hurt you. We’re going to get you very used to having things in your bottom. Lots of little girls love having their princess puckers played with and stuffed full. They like being fucked here. Now relax for Daddy, I’m going to put a little of my thumb inside you. Breathe, princess, that’s it.”
He felt her unclench beneath his touch and he used her exhale to press the first joint of his thumb inside her. Saoirse made a startled sound and he rubbed her flank.
“That’s a very good girl, letting Daddy into your princess pucker. That’s it for now, but I’ll be working on you here a lot in the future.”
She whimpered and he bent to kiss her clit, darting his tongue out to run it over the tight little pearl.
“Now let’s get you dressed up nice and pretty for church.”