On the last word, he slid two fingers inside her pussy in one slick glide and she moaned, arching her back. Yes, that’s what she’d wanted, so badly.
It got better too when he eased his fingers back and then shoved them roughly back in. So hard she made a muffled grunt.
“Yes, yes, yes, please, Daddy, please. More, please.”
“Okay, greedy girl. Daddy’s going to fingerfuck your tight little cunt until you come all over my hand. You’re going to give me all that sweet little girl honey, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy. It’s all for you. All of it. I’m all yours.”
Her daddy made a low sound in his throat, nearly a growl, and pumped into her even harder.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on Daddy’s fingers. I want to feel you come on me, I want to hear it too. You say thank you when I get you off. Thank Daddy for playing with his babygirl’s pussy.”
It was a good thing that she was so close because Tamsyn was certain her brain was in no condition to hold onto instructions. All she could think of was her drive to her orgasm, the looming climax that was going to overtake her any second. Between the ache in her nipples and the way she was getting fucked, plus the the sensation of pushing against her bondage, it was an experience tailor made to get her off.
She reached her hands over her head and curled her fingers over the edge of the table.
“Yes, kitten. Hold on and don’t let go. Daddy likes you just like that, his filthy little girl on display. Now show me how you come for Daddy.”
That was it, the feeling of being stretched out, the thumb he pressed to her clit, and her daddy’s last dirty words were the cherry and sprinkles on top of her climax sundae.
“Ah! Oh, thank you, Daddy, thank you. Thank you for—oh.”
She lost her words to the wave of sensation that crashed into her, the pulse and release of her muscles, the toe-curling, back-arching pleasure.
She’d said it though, and that seemed to be good enough for her daddy who praised her all the way through, no doubt extending her bliss. That and the way he continued to drive his fingers into her, thumb that tiny bundle of nerves and eased off but didn’t stop when the waves became more like aftershocks.
“Oh, such a good, sweet girl, doing exactly as she’s told. You’re so pretty when you come.”
A breathy, lazy laugh escaped her, and she opened her eyes that she’d squeezed shut at some point.
“You’re pretty all the time,” she told him, feeling almost dizzy with overwhelm. Like she was floating on a cloud high in the sky, close to the sun so she was so warm and comfortable.
Hux’s amusement shone through in his smile. She returned it even as he finally withdrew his fingers completely.
“Oh yeah? You think Lo and I are pretty?” he asked, rounding the side of the table and putting the fingers that had just been inside her to her lips.
“You’re prettier,” she asserted. “Lolo’s sharper. But yes, both my daddies are so pretty. No wonder all the ladies voted for you.”
He chuckled, and she took his fingers into her mouth, licking and sucking her slickness from his fingers. Once he was satisfied, he pulled them from inside her and kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose, her mouth.
“You’re like that Superman/Clark Kent kind of pretty,” she told him, and gasped when he released the suction on the pumps that were still decorating her nipples.
He was sweet, and spent a minute suckling the pain away but still left them aching. Oof, he could not leave her like this for work on Monday, she’d never get anything done.
“I think you’re a little come drunk there, babygirl.”
“Uh-huh.”
He laughed and shook his head at her agreement.
“I like you like this. So sweet and silly.”
Gently, he uncurled her fingers from the edge of the table and put her hands down before moving back between her legs.
“Daddy’s going to clean you up—again,” he said pointedly, and she giggled, covered her face with her hands, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks before putting them back down again so Daddy could see her face. Oh yes, she was certain she’d gotten so wet between her thighs that he’d need to wipe her down again. “Put you back in a diaper where babygirls belong, and then I think you’re going to get a bottle while we watch a movie. Your choice.”
“Okay, Daddy. But…”