“Damn, sugar, you know how to say hello.”
“Only for my Daddy.”
“I told myself I wasn’t going to come over because it really is late. Yet, somehow, I ended up in your driveway anyway,” he said with a rueful shake of his head. “You’re addictive.”
His nuzzling against my ear forced what breathe I’d managed to grab back out again.
“Why wouldn’t you want to come over?” I asked. “You were invited.”
“I know, sugar, but sometimes I get a little too far into my head.”
Like he was moving a ragdoll, I was unceremoniously flipped onto my back before Daddy’s body blanketed mine. His hands slid down my body as he spoke. His calloused fingers left a trail of tingles in their wake like breadcrumbs waiting to be discovered. When his mouth followed his fingers, my skin was on fire. Within a breath, I was flushed and needy. How desperate I was for him should have embarrassed me, but I didn’t care. He was exactly the man I’d imagined falling for, and now he’d appeared in my bed, ready to take me over the edge with him.
Daddy continued his exploration down my body. He skimmed over my clavicle and down the smooth expanse of my chest. He stopped to tweak and lave my nipples until their sharp points were achy. He ignored my sharp gasp and squirming to continue mapping every inch of my body. When he reached the edge of the blanket and pushed it down, he let out a low moan when he saw my fiery-red training pants.
“Damn, sugar, that’s a good color on you.”
“They are pretty cute, aren’t they?”
The edges of the pants were trimmed with ribbon and the top edge was frilled with soft lace. The tightness of them kept me feeling secure, just like I wanted when I was in a little space, but they were pretty too. It was the very best of both worlds.
“Yeah, but I wanna see what’s underneath,” Daddy rasped. The way he spoke made me feel precious and kept in the best kind of way. It was like I was the present he’d been waiting all month to unwrap, and it was finally Christmas morning.
But lying underneath him, the intrusive thoughts of self-doubt crept into my mind, and I couldn’t shake them loose. All the parts of us—really me—were a lot. The little part. The dating part. The neighbors hooking up and the whole town gossiping part. On instinct, I recoiled from the ideas taking root in my mind and accidentally drew away from Daddy too. He immediately stopped his exploration and moved up my body so we were once again face-to-face.
“Sugar, what’s goin’ on in that head of yours?”
“Nothing.”
“Try again, and this time, tell me the truth.”
“Ugh, it’s just a lot,” I sighed.
“What is?” Daddy stared at me without flinching. His eyes were hooded with an intensity that was a lot even by his standards.
“Me. This thing. The gossip. Maybe the goats. Dating. I don’t want you to feel forced or put-upon or smothered. It feels like I’m shoving all these things on you.”
Daddy braced himself above me, and for the first time, I realized he’d stripped before getting into bed. His body pressed mine back into the mattress, leaving me trapped. But rather than feel smothered, I felt cocooned, which made no sense given that I was in the throes of insecurity entirely of my making.
“Sugar, what you don’t get is that I want it shoved on me. Hell, shove it down my throat so I can taste it all.”
It was my turn to search his face. There was no pretense or hiding. He was like an open book, offering me all his pages.
Rather than say anything else, Daddy flipped me over like I was a steer about to be roped, pulled my knees underneath me, and immediately put his mouth on my ass. He nibbled his way across the globes while occasionally stopping for a lick or a kiss.
“Sugar, you clean for me?”
“Yeah, I was hoping I’d be dessert.”
“That’s exactly right. You bring all the sugar.”
“Daddy, that’s a really good line.” I giggled.
Rather than answer, Daddy snorted and yanked my ass up to meet his mouth.
“I’ll buy you a new pair,” he growled right before the sounds of torn fabric filled the room.
Daddy dropped his head, and his mouth and tongue worked the tight outer ring of muscle until it was pliant and soft. Daddy’s appreciative sounds made me preen under his ministrations. I wanted him to possess me for as long as he wanted me.
