Chapter Thirteen
Gideon laughed and kissed Plum’s pert nose. She made him feel like a god, that was for certain. The way she reacted to him, the sounds she made. It was heady.
“I really can’t have that, darling,” he chastised her gently but firmly. “Daddy will do just fine.”
He gave her a few minutes to breathe, stroking her soft skin after wiping off his hands. While his little plum blossom had gotten her orgasm—and hadn’t that been a sight to see, she’d filled his senses until he’d felt ready to burst—his erection was still raging, tenting his black slacks obscenely.
One of Plum’s hands rested on his waist and he took hold of it, guiding her to his throbbing cock.
“Look what you did to Daddy.”
She gasped and wrapped her fingers close around him, making him suck air through his teeth.
“Does it hurt, Daddy?”
She looked up at him with those wide green eyes and winked. This woman was going to turn his world upside down, he could feel it. Not such a naughty taunting thing anymore, she seemed younger and sweeter, curious, and it made him want to teach her. Always a fun game.
“It aches a bit, but you can help me feel better. Would you like to?”
She nodded, rolling her lips between her teeth. “But you’ll have to show me, I’ve never done this before.”
“Oh, don’t worry. Daddy will tell you everything you need to know.”
Gideon removed her hand from his length and stood. He’d give his little explorer a show. He removed his collar and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it over his head and catching the scent of Plum’s nectar that soaked the front from when she was straddling him. So delicious. And then he took off his pants, shucked them along with his socks and boxer briefs and stood there.
The way Plum looked at him was the same way he’d seen young women look at David in the Louvre: curious, titillated, flushed.
“Daddy, it’s so…big. And it looks mad,” she said, her brow crinkling. “Are you sure it doesn’t hurt too much?”
“I’ll be fine, love.”
He laid down next to her and took her hand again, molded her fingers around his stand and guided her to stroke him. Plum’s hand wasn’t soft; she had calluses and scars and the friction they provided made his cock pulse with need.
“There you go. You can hold it a little tighter. That’s a good girl. Yes, that’s what Daddy likes, just like that. You’re such a fast learner,” he praised and she looked up at him, delighted.
“Um, Daddy?”
“Yes, my little plum blossom?”
He was doing his best to keep his eyes open and his breath even but it wasn’t easy with her stroking him like this.
“I think…I think I’m getting wet between my legs from touching you. Is that okay?”
“Oh, sweet girl, that’s just fine. I’m glad you like to touch Daddy. I like it when you touch me like this too. Someday I’ll teach you how to give Daddy special kisses there.”
The shock on her face almost made him burst into laughter.
“Not today,” he assured her. “Today since it seems like your pussy is feeling needy, I’ll show you how Daddy’s cock fits inside you there.”
Plum gave him the most leery glare, the corners of her mouth turning down. “Uh, Daddy? That is not going to fit.”
“Do you trust me, darling?”
“Of course I do,” she scoffed as if it were the most foolish question in the world.
As a man who urged people to have faith in something they couldn’t prove existed every day, it still gave him a thrill to know he’d proved to Plum that he was worthy of her trust. He would be, always. It was a responsibility he took as seriously as guiding his flock through the trials, tribulations, joys, and sorrows of life on this earth.
“Good. So let me show you.”