Page 23 of Daddy's Little 1
“Oh, shit,” she huffs, her walls stretching for me. “Don’t call me that, or we’ll miss the reservation and be here all night.”
“Mmm,” I growl, my balls smacking her plump arse as I thrust. “That doesn’t sound half bad now that I’m inside this pretty fucking pussy.”
“Whatever you want, Daddy,” she mewls, sliding her hand between her legs to tease her clit.
“That’s it, Bren. Play with that clit for me. Wanna feel you come around my cock.”
In what seems like seconds, she’s moaning and clenching around me as her orgasm washes over her.
“Fuck!” I roar, unable to hold myself together as I explode, spilling endlessly inside her until my cum runs down her thighs.
“See? Look how fast that was,” she says on a breathless giggle.
I grit my teeth as I slide out of her and turn her to face the wall. “Not so fast. I still have a job to do.”
I lift her, and her legs wrap around my waist. She arches her back so that her breasts thrust forward. Her nipples are peaked, and I tweak one, spurred on by her needy moans.
I slide two fingers inside her, greeted by her silky slickness. I’m going to get her off faster than ever before. She wanted this to be a challenge; well here it is.
I swirl my fingers, searching her wall for that special spot I know will drive her wild as my thumb slips into her tight little rosebud. She screams, and I chuckle.
“I know just how to please my baby girl.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Oh, God, yes.”
“Not God. Only Daddy gets to fuck this pussy. Say it.”
“Only you, Daddy,” she sobs, her tight walls squeezing my fingers as she comes again.
It takes everything in me not to cancel our plans and fuck her until she can’t walk straight, but I owe her this date. I want to take her out before we have to talk about reality—the reality of her father coming home.
When we’ll have to face his inevitable anger and disappointment over what we’ve done.
I wait until Brenna is fully satisfied before removing my fingers, but I’m not quite done yet. I hold her gaze as I suck on them to get every last drop.
“Come taste,” I tell her.
I cup her head as she obeys, lapping at my lips and sliding her tongue into my mouth. She pulls away with a contented sigh and places a kiss over my heart. I swallow hard, hugging her to me, never wanting to let her go.
We finally wash each other before drying off and getting ready just in time for our reservation.
* * *
“This place is gorgeous, and look at this menu,” Brenna says as we sit in a semi-private alcove, the chandeliers throwing dancing lights above us.
“This restaurant is one of the best seafood places in New York,” I tell her with a smile as she peruses the selection.
“Why don’t you order for me since you’ve been here? Anything you want me to try. Then you can feed me.” She leans forward as she says the last part.
My cock hardens, despite our satisfying shower sex. “Sounds like a plan.”
I order several shrimp sample dishes and some expensive white wine. The whole damn bottle because she’s worth it. But the most delicious thing at the table is the young woman in a yellow dress with kiss-swollen lips and flushed cheeks.
“You’re amazing,” I tell her, the words slipping past my lips.
She pauses with her fork halfway to her mouth, pinning me with those eyes I could drown in. “No one has ever made me feel like you do, Roman. Not ever.”
“Good. I hope no one else ever will.”