“I’m Daddy’s,” I add, repeating him.
He swears under his breath.
“Daddy’s little girl,” I add, layering in what he said, feeling bold now. “Daddy’s dirty little—”
He cuts me off and picks me up, my legs going around his waist. His cock is thick, and throbbing. I can feel his erection between my legs, rubbing right up against my pussy.
“Your dirty little girl,” I finish before he carries me to the bed.
I’m shaking as he peels me out of my ridiculous PJs, baring me to my waist. He pulls off his own cotton top, then settles on top of me, warm skin against warm skin, and kisses me.
His mouth is soft and hot, wet and demanding, and his tongue makes my head spin so much I don’t even notice his hands on my body until he’s cupping one breast, his thumb gently rolling over the nipple.
I cry into his mouth, a helpless little whimper of need, and gives me more.
A tighter pinch, a deeper kiss.
More.
I clutch at him, pulling our bodies together. Stroking his arms, his chest, his back. His hips, and then, finding courage, I shove his waistband down and touch his bare ass for the first time.
The tight muscles jolt under my caress, jerking his hips forward, thrusting his cock against me.
“Please,” I beg.
He’s still kissing me as he pulls one of my hands between us and helps me free his cock from the trap of his PJ bottoms. Shows me how to hold him, his heavy, throbbing, silky-hot erection in my hand.
I need him inside me.
Pulling at his cock, I rub the slick tip against my bare belly, making him groan. It’s a deep, lusty sound and I’ll never get enough of it, I just know that to be true. I want to make him make that sound every day forever and ever.
“Jake…”
He grunts.
“Daddy…”
He growls. And grins. “Fuck, say that again.”
“Make me all the way naked first.” I give him a challenging glare.
“If I do that, then I’ll be inside you.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Are you sure?”
I nod.
“You really are Daddy’s good girl.” He braces himself on one hand as he slides my onesie over my hips, baring my sex between us. “Even as you demand things from me.”
“One thing in particular.” I squeeze his cock, imagining it sliding into me. My pussy clenches in anticipation, and a tiny bit of fear, but mostly raw need. “I’m ready.”
“You’re not,” he grinds out.
I laugh a little hysterically. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
“That’s not how this works.” He groans as he nudges my thighs apart with his hand. “Jesus, you’re soft. Just let me touch you a little.”