“Yesterday, you were too eager to call me Daddy, little girl.”
Oh, yeah, that.
His brow arches, as if daring me to deny it.
I blush, feeling shy for some reason. “We were just texting.”
He responds with a slow nod. “I’m going to lie on my back, and you’re going to smother me.”
Prickling with need, I offer him an eager nod.
“I want words, Harley.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He narrows his gaze in warning.
I grin wide.
“In that case, assume the position, little girl.”
My grin takes over my face.
He shakes his head.
He gets comfortable.
I straddle him, but he places his strong hands around my waist, holding me in place.
“Turn around,” he says. “While I’m taking care of your pussy, I want you to take care of my cock.”
“A 69.”I wouldn’t mind choking on his big cock.“Kinky right out of the gate. I approve.”
Slap!
Each of his hands make contact with my ass.
“Hey, I said no BDSM.”
“That wasn’t BDSM. That was Daddy disciplining his little girl for having a mouth on her.”
My cheeks flush.
I’ve read my fair share of DD/LG romance, but since I’ve never dated a guy old enough to step into the role of Daddy Dom, the idea of reenacting that level of forbidden romance is thrilling.
I turn around and straddle his chest.
“Your pussy is too far from my mouth.”
On my hands and knees, I adjust myself.
I look over my shoulder.
“Better.” He clasps his hands around my waist.
Who cares about a chichi luncheon, when I can feast on this mouth-watering cock.
Kaz pulls me down by my hips until my pussy hovers above his mouth, his warm, ragged breath tickling my clit.
