Her cheeks were as red as her behind, so she buried her face in her arm again.
To get her attention again, I gave a little click with my tongue. I gently put my hand on her bottom to send a message of caution.
“Give me your undivided attention and repeat that”
I looked into her stunning eyes. They had lost their befuddlement and now glowed with tears. She didn’t cry because I hadn’t spanked her hard enough. I’d never seen anything more beautiful or therapeutic than those tears.
“I’m sorry.”
I gently squeezed her behind and prompted, “Daddy.”
“Dad, I’m sorry.” Still ashamed of the situation, she mumbled the words.
My lips were pressed firmly to hers as I kissed her on the head. I’m sorry and I’m letting you go. I believe my well-behaved kitty deserves a treat. “Godess, are you wet for me? ”
Although she didn’t respond, I already knew the answer before I even put my fingers down her skirt. There was a distinct aroma of arousal emanating from her, and when I touched her inner thighs, I discovered that she was drenched.
I rumbled with contentment and gave another kiss to her forehead. Goddess, come for your daddy.
“I can’t.”
“Of course you can. Your sweat is dripping down my hand.
Even though she shook her head, I could see the desperation in her eyes.
“You shouldn’t be afraid, sweetie. Sure, I’ll be standing by. Trust me, I’ve got you covered. And please, give me a big, beautiful orgasm. ”
She squealed as I rubbed my thumb over her tough little clit. She didn’t make any moves to free herself from the pins I still had in her wrists, which were still above her head. She instead turned her hips toward me to increase the intensity of our interaction.
So, I complied, gently inserting two fingers into her cunt. As I refilled her, she whimpered, and when I reached the tender area at the front of her inner walls, a shudder ran through her.
“Come for me,” in a more enticing tone than an order. Still perplexed by her initial reaction to me and our bond, she was open and vulnerable.
I rubbed her clit with my thumb and curled my fingers around her g-hole. After her scream, she collapsed, and her pussy gripped my fingers. There’s no way I could have kept it together if my scrotum was inside her. The sight of her writhing on my hand as she endured an orgasmic experience was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. It took a lot of willpower to keep from removing my pants.
My heart was set on having her. I desperately wanted to kidnap, f*ck, and claim her as mine.
In any case, she wasn’t prepared for that. I would be taking advantage of her if I fucked her now. The only way I could use her body the way I wanted to was if she was aware of and okay with what was happening.
Because she was being overly sensitive, I let go of her when she started to cry out. I brought my damp hands to my mouth and licked the moisture off. She was just as decadent in flavor as I had imagined. She had such wide, innocent eyes as she observed my rudimentary behavior.
Fuck.
When she turned her back to me, I let go of her hands and whirled her around. When I wanted to kiss her, I tipped her head back and dug my fingers into her hair to get closer to her mouth. She let out a shocked gasp, which gave me the opportunity to thrust my tongue into her hot mouth and demonstrate my desire to ram my cock into her pretty pussy.
Even though her hands were pressing against my chest, she wasn’t trying to push me away. She relaxed into me and let me take the kiss to a new level. Even though I was sure she could detect the remnants of her wet desire on my tongue after I wiped my fingers clean, she didn’t recoil in disgust. She let me give her some possessive touches. Not knowing any better, I savagely kissed her and stole from her what I needed.
From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was the one for me. As soon as I heard her say my name, “Daddy,” I panicked. Like Nicola, I would do anything for her and grovel at her feet.
As far as I was concerned, she was the epitome of perfection, my own personal little goddess.
The next step was to get Nicola to accept her as his dirty little Sweetheart.
There was no doubt in my mind that Emily and I were meant to be together. Us, both.
My brain was numbed by Emily Shock. I was completely unable to comprehend the gravity of my actions. I couldn’t believe what I’d let Mathew do to me. After a long, dominating kiss, he pulled away and held me tightly. As my cheeks continued to burn, I buried them in his chest.
When he had shielded me in the automobile the night before, I had clung to him desperately, and now I found my fingers tightly curled in his shirt.
I yanked the folds out of them. When I let go of him, I felt a pit in my stomach, but I pushed it aside.
“I…” In an effort to gather my composure, I took a deep breath and a swallow. It’s time for me to hit the showers.
Yes. That made sense as a plan of action. My thighs were wet with orgasmic residue, and I had to wash them off. I had to get rid of the paper trail.