Page 171 of Daddy's Pride
Isla rested her head on the wall, and her breath heated Rachel’s skin. “Oh babygirl, you know how to make Daddy feel so fucking good.”
Curling her fingers, Rach stroked forward, higher until Isla made a little noise that meant that she’d hit the g-spot. “There?”
“Fuck yes, just there.”
She kept stroking as Isla moved her own fingers harder and faster beneath Rach’s skirt.
“I’m going to take you right to the edge, princess. Tell me when you’re there.” Isla’s breath was coming in short gasps now, and as Rach began to kiss her neck, she felt her Daddy begin to tremble.
“Are you going to come for me, Daddy?” she asked, her own voice breathy. “Please come for me.”
Isla swore, and her pussy was spasming about Rachel’s fingers and Rachel was close, oh so close, almost there… And then Isla slumped against the wall, and withdrew her fingers.
“Not yet, babygirl. I want you coming on my strap.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Somehow, they made it to the bedroom. In her post-orgasmic haste, Isla wasn’t entirely certain how they’d gotten there, especially as Rachel was shedding clothes as quickly as she could.
One part of her wanted everything to slow down so that she could enjoy this more, but the other part of her needed Rachel naked against her, skin to skin.
Almost tripping out of her jeans, Isla hopped to where she’d put her bag, and rummaged through it whilst still discarding clothes to grab her harness.
Then it was time for the strap.
Grabbing lube from the dresser, Isla coated the end that was going to slip into her liberally, and then Rachel was there, all naked and enthusiastic.
“Can I fill you up Daddy?”
Isla blinked. Rarely had she ever been more turned on. Her sweet, subby girl asking to fill her should have felt like topping from the bottom, but instead it just felt right.
She leaned forward to kiss Rach. “I would love that, babygirl.”
She stayed standing, and Rachel stroked her with soft fingers, before sliding her fingers inside, the way she had in the hallway. Isla groaned. Fuck that felt good.
Slow movements helped heighten her pleasure, until Rach withdrew her fingers and replaced it with the strap.
The strap was thicker than Rachel’s slender fingers and when that entered her Isla moaned. “Fuck. Hand me the harness, princess?”
She’d dropped it on the floor when Rachel had started fingering her again.
Getting the harness on was a little more difficult when she had half the strap inside of her, but Rachel lay back on the bed, opening herself up before Isla’s gaze and that—for some reason—was rather motivating.
Her pretty pink clit peeked through soft brown curls, and when Rachel’s fingers teased at her opening, Isla couldn’t help herself. She climbed onto the bed, lowered her mouth and licked.
Rachel’s response was adorable. An exclaimed “holy fuck!” and then a giggle and then the softest of “Daddy”s. She tasted delicious, ever so slightly salty, and when Isla licked from opening to clit, Rachel’s legs started trembling.
With a light, quick nip on her clit, Isla put an end to that. “Oh no, princess, you’re coming to be coming whilst I’m inside you.”
“Then hurry up!” said Rachel, her hands gripping the bedsheets. “It’s not my fault if you get me so worked up that I come early, Daddy.”
Isla toyed, then, with the idea of making her girl come early on purpose, and then delighting in punishing her for it, but she didn’t really want that. She wanted to be in between Rachel’s thighs, pumping hard and deep, and filling up her girl until Rachel could barely speak, she was so overwhelmed by pleasure.
She kissed Rachel’s cute pink button of a clit, and then sat up, looking around for the lube. Her girl was wet enough, the taste coating her tongue was enough to prove that, but she wanted to make sure that this was as comfortable as possible for her princess.
“Are you ready?” she asked.
Rachel nodded, eyes wide. “Please Daddy, I need to come.”