Page 84 of Daddy's Pride

She nodded and her legs shifted. My fingers pushed between her cheeks. The thin strip of material barely covered her hole. She was so smooth, waxed free of hair. I wondered if she was bare everywhere.

"Daddy!" She arched as she whispered, trying to be so quiet for me.

"I've dreamed of hearing you call me that. Do you like this to be nice and full, babygirl?" I asked as I rubbed her through her panties. "I bet you get so needy when you give this body to someone. I'm going to earn the right to bury my strap right here." I pushed a little harder and she gasped so prettily for me.

I once again cupped her in the palm of my hand. My mouth hovered over her because I couldn't take my attention from her face. The pleasure that parted her lips. Her eyes squeezed shut as she began to tremble against me.

"I want to bare all your smooth, brown skin and lick you from your lips to the tips of your toes. When you trust me enough, I'm going to do just that."

We were trapped in a bubble with just the two of us. Whispering to each other. Secrets for only her. Every desire I had for her. I squeezed my thighs together as my boxer briefs grew damp with how much I wanted her. I lowered my head to tuck my head against her neck, suckled at her hammering pulse and then drew my tongue down. Traced her collarbones. Licked along the V of her dress just like I'd done with my fingertips. I kissed the soft skin easing down until I nuzzled her soft belly, tested the slight roundness of it.

"You're like the embodiment of my dream babygirl. I want to love on you so badly, but I made you a promise. Also, no one but me is seeing you bare. Not even by accident. One night I'll have you in my bed. At my mercy. I won't let you out of my bed until you're so well-loved you can't imagine not having Daddy between these sweet thighs."

I brought my mouth back to hers, kissing her as I touched her everywhere I could reach. Drawing out every moan and whimper. She trembled against me. Arching her gorgeous frame into mine.

"I bet you taste so sweet." I massaged her silk-covered length, and felt a small wet spot forming. "You want that, don't you?"

"Yes."

"That's my good girl." My fingertips teased the edges of her panties, but I resisted slipping beneath the fabric. "Now, babygirl, let Daddy hear how much you want it."

There was no more use for words. I loved on her, but kept the touches over her clothes. I flirted with breaking the rules, but I made promises and I'd never break one of those to my babygirl. I grew wetter, achier, and the more restless she became, the more my pussy spasmed thinking about her fingers in me—her mouth and tongue on my clit.

Memorizing all her sounds for me to use later when I was alone in my bed and wishing she was there. No one else would ever do; there was no one for me except the sexy woman losing herself to my touches and kisses.

Chapter 9

Trinity

My alarm had long gone off, but I ignored it because I had nowhere to be. All I planned was to contemplate the patterns on the ceiling and try to figure out what happened with Rogue. It was all so much and yet still not enough. The night that had begun with a dancing of nerves in my belly transitioned into hours of laughter as I sat in Rogue's parents' home. An overwhelming comfort in seeing all my secret dreams embodied in the couple who'd raised the person I was on a date with.

What I needed was advice. Freida would ambush me soon enough. What would I ask, though? Just the thought of the way Rogue's hands had felt on my skin caused goosebumps. The way their lips conformed to mine. That husky voice whispered so many promises in my ear—promises I wasn't sure I could handle. They'd tucked their fingers between my knees, stroked upward, and I'd tensed in fear when Rogue had cupped me in their palm.

In twenty-six years, I'd never experienced a heavy make-out session. Of course, I'd had some minimal foreplay before the main event. Yet as Rogue had stretched me out on a blanket they'd spread on the deck, I'd felt close to panic. Soft lips caressed my ear, Rogue had hushed me and told me to just enjoy.

No clothes had come off. There were just kisses and touches, words of praise. Rogue had edged me until I'd barely been able to breathe or stay still. Every arch or twist of my body against theirs, a shuddered moan as I tried to calm earned me the quietest muttering of good girl. If I'd thought Rogue calling me babygirl destroyed my common sense, that had nothing on being their good girl.

I shot upward in bed when my door flew open and Freida ran, and then soared into bed beside me. "I gave you privacy, now spill. You didn't come home until almost dawn and you're awake already. Did it suck?"

I laughed at her expectant expression as she cuddled against me. What did I want to tell her? Hell, I needed to be truthful because I required so much advice.

"It didn't suck." And it hadn't, it was as close to perfect for what I assumed a first date would be.

"That's good."

I snorted at the hint of disappointment in her voice.

"So, start from the beginning, don't leave out any details."

"Well…" I paused as I rolled to my side and propped myself up on my forearm. "We went to Rogue's parents’ place."

"What?" Her voice went up several octaves. "You met the parents on the first date. Wow, Rogue ain't playing."

"It was nice. Charlotte and Bruiser were perfect. Loving and affectionate. He's so obsessed with his wife it's almost a force you can feel. When we showed up, Rogue yelled for them to get dressed. They came into the kitchen all flustered and smiling."

"That's nice."

"It was. He completely catered to Charlotte. Bragged about every little thing she's ever done." Rogue had catered to me too. Drinks and making sure I was comfortable. I'd quickly learned where Rogue got their charm from. "We spent hours laughing, and then Rogue and I had a late, light dinner before we went on the cruise."