Page 83 of Daddy's Pride

She whimpered as she tried to press her mouth to mine, but I tightened my hold on her hair.

"Why not, babygirl—" I stroked my nose alongside her adorable one. "—I've never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. Stand up," I ordered.

She obeyed and that dominance I kept under a tight rein broke free.

Curling my hands around the backs of her knees, I tipped my head back, and stroked up the back of her thighs. My fingertips found the tiniest dimples. Her hands cupped my jaw. I reached her bare cheeks exposed by her tiny thong panties. The lush curves overflowed my hands.

"We're going to set up some ground rules tonight. Are you ready?" I asked.

"Y-yes."

"Our clothes stay on. I'm not going to fuck you. I just want to touch you. Learn those needy little sounds I know you're going to make for me." Her eyes glittered in the dim lights that illuminated the deck. She nibbled on her bottom lip, and I wanted to replace her teeth with mine, but I had something I had to do first.

"Okay…" Her voice cracked.

"Good girl," I whispered as I nuzzled her belly reveled in the softness of it. "I want to hear you call me Daddy, is that agreeable?"

"Yes."

I arched my brow.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Hmmm, good girl. I love the sound of that. Neither of us are getting off tonight. We'll both be desperate for it. You may even beg me for it, but that's not what tonight is for."

Her brows drew together and I sensed she didn't believe me that we wouldn't be having sex. We weren't, though. When that happened, we'd have complete privacy where I could strip her down. All her sweet sounds would be just for me. I wanted to show her how good she could feel—how good I could make her feel. Her pleasure was all that mattered to me. She was my focus and priority, nothing more than that.

I stroked my left hand around to the front of her thigh and tucked my thumb between the press of her legs. No gap existed, just smooth, thick curves. Holding her gaze with mine, I caressed my hand upward until I reached the apex of her thighs. I stroked circles on the thick, soft bulge inside her silky panties.

She gasped.

"My good girl likes that." I traced the average-sized length up and down, paying close attention to the broad head.

My babygirl shifted her hips, her thighs opening slightly, and I cupped her in my palm. My fingers massaged her cock and sac. Every little sigh and shuddered moan caused my nipples and pussy to ache. Pressure built in my lower belly.

"One day, I'm going to suck this pretty, little package as your heels dig into my shoulder blades… eat that sexy hole. Would you like that, babygirl?" I asked, but I already knew the answer.

Every emotion was clear on her face, it was desire but also an edge of fear as if I'd stop touching her. I had no intention of not learning every inch of my babygirl.

"I think I asked you a question."

"Yes, Daddy… please."

"I know what my good girl needs," I whispered as I released her and stood. She waited, never taking her eyes from me as I spread out two of the blankets that had been left on the bench.

Without a word, I took her hands and eased her down, following her until I stretched out beside her. I braced my weight on my left forearm, slipping it under her head. She laced her fingers together as if she didn't know what to do with them.

"You can touch me if you want." I gave her permission as I drew my index finger down one side of the plunging neckline to where it came to V just below her sternum. Then I traced upward on the other side.

My babygirl squeezed one arm under me and her free hand fisted in her skirt.

"Lift that pretty skirt, show Daddy what's mine." I lowered my head to tease her lips as I spread my hand over her chest. My fingertips teased one tiny, pebbled nipple.

My decision to leave our clothes on came back to bite me in the ass when I wanted to push the cloth out of the way to see the subtle curve of her breast. Feel her nipple on my tongue. See if I could catch the little pebble between my teeth.

I teased her mouth with mine. Traced the lush curves with the tip of my tongue. Tasted her quiet moans. Savored the warm rush of her breath.

"One day, those thick thighs,"—I punctuated my words by pushing between the exposed length of her legs—"Are going to be squeezing my head. Open just a little for me."