Page 31 of Daddy's Lesson
“Picasso.”
“Good girl. Now, you got to taste me, so it’s only fair if I get a turn, too. Bed. Now.” If I had it my way, I would have just laid her on the bathroom floor and had my way with her, but I wanted her comfortable so all she had to focus on was what I was doing to her body.
“But I’m still wet.”
“Daddy always wants you wet for him,” I teased, knowing she wasn’t talking about her pussy.
Rolling her eyes, she sighed heavily. “My hair, L—Daddy. My hair is wet and I’ll get my bedding all wet.”
“It will dry.” To illustrate that I wasn’t going to entertain any of her protests, I bent at the waist and picked her up over my shoulder.
“L—Daddy stop! Put me down!” She kicked her feet.
“I will in a second. Calm down.” I landed a sharp swat to her naked and damp backside.
I took her to her room and half-laid, half-tossed her onto the bed. She immediately tried to get up, but I stopped her with a palm to her chest. “Stay put, little Picasso, unless you want a real spanking. And I will warn you, a spanking on a freshly showered butt hurts way more than normal.”
She stopped pushing against my hand and sighed heavily. “Fine, but I’m not sleeping on wet bedding.”
“Stay put.” I didn’t wait for her to respond as I stalked back to the bathroom to get a clean towel.
“Sit up,” I told her when I returned. Shaking the towel open, I laid it on the bed to cover the area where her head would lay. “There. Feel better?”
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.” The happy little smile on her lips begged to be kissed, but there was another part of her anatomy that I’d been wanting to get my mouth on for far too long.
“You’re welcome. Now open your legs so Daddy can get a good look at that sweet pussy before he makes love to it.”
Throwing an arm over her face, she groaned. She couldn’t hide the blush on her cheeks if she wanted to, and I loved that I could make her so uncomfortable. Better yet was when she fought against all her instincts and obeyed, slowly shifting her legs open.
“Good girl. Wider,” I coached without touching her. She would do this by herself, and then I would reward her for her submission. Over and over.
She opened her legs wider, giving me the perfect view and plenty of room to work. “Good fucking girl,” I growled as I admired her glistening pussy.
Leaning down, I gently kissed her lips. “Daddy’s going to make you come now, okay? First you’re going to come on my tongue, and then you’re going to come again when my cock is buried deep inside of you.”
She peeked out from under her arm. “I… will I be in trouble if I don’t?” she asked.
“If you don’t come?” The question was almost ridiculous, but I held back the laugh.
“I might come once, but twice? I don’t think I could even do that twenty years ago.”
I smiled. “If I can’t make you come twice then it will be on me, not on you. Okay?” I tried to assuage her fears. “Do you trust me, babygirl?”
She nodded. “I do. I just?—”
I shushed her with a finger to her lips and shook my head. “No more talking and no more thinking. Only feeling.”
Lowering my head to her soft breasts, I laved her nipple with my tongue until she was moaning and arching into me for more. I switched to the other side, giving it the same amount of attention before kissing a trail down her body, straight to my ultimate destination.
It was my pleasure to worship her pussy with my tongue, reveling in the taste of her sweet honey and the sounds of her cries of pleasure until her body tensed and she screamed in ecstasy with her release. Only then did I slow my efforts, bringing her down easy.
“Oh my god,” she whispered.
I couldn’t help but chuckle as I wiped my mouth and covered her body with my own. “That good, huh, baby?”
“Better.” She sighed with a dreamy little smile on her face.
Grabbing a condom I’d put on her nightstand, I rolled it down my length. “Ready to do it again?” I asked as I repositioned myself between her legs and rubbed my hard cock against her slit.