She’s a dream, a goddamn sexual goddess. She keeps her eyes locked on mine and plays with my balls. She hollows out her cheeks and slips her finger in my asshole. Her teary eyes flash with triumph when I wrap her hair around my fist and come down her throat.
I black out from the pleasure, collapsing on the mattress with a groan.
I’m still trying to formulate words when she stumbles back from the bathroom, naked and fucking perfect.
When she bends over and picks something up off the floor, I sit up. “What are you doing?”
Over her shoulder, she hits me with a saucy wink. “Calling my friends. They’ve texted a hundred times asking where I am.”
She turns back, and then a ringing sound echoes through my bedroom. She drops the device onto the bed and plucks her dress off the floor.
“Hello, hussy. Where the hell did you disappear to?” a woman says in greeting.
Laughing, she peers over at me. “Just finishing up. You gals ready to leave?”
I snatch the phone before her friend can respond. “Hello?”
“Um, hello?” she responds.
“Who is this?”
“Addie.” The word is drawn out and full of confusion. “Uncle Cam, is that you?”
Savannah cackles as I slap my hand to my face and groan. “Yup.”
“Okay,” she says awkwardly.
Accepting that the damage has already been done, I jump in with both feet. “Savannah’s not going to need a ride. She’ll see you girls tomorrow.”
At the foot of the bed, Savannah’s mouth falls open.
Addie, on the other hand, giggles. “Okay, Uncle Cam. Take care of our girl.”
I pull the phone away from my ear, and as I hit the End button, Savannah lunges for it.
“Wait!” she yells, but it’s too late. “What are you doing?” she asks, her tone suddenly irritated as she snatches the phone from me.
I level her with a stern glare and hold out my hand. “Give me your phone.”
I’ve lost all damn sense when it comes to her, but there’s no turning back.
With a frown, she obeys. She’s still naked, and though her dress is draped over the mattress in front of her, she makes no move to put it on.
I type in my number and save it to her contacts under just one name. Daddy. Then I call myself.
“What are you doing?” she asks again.
Focus fixed on her, drinking in her naked form, I leave myself a message. “Hi, Daddy, it’s baby girl. I’ve just had the best sex of my life and I want to see you again. Tell Daddy hi,” I say, holding the phone in her direction.
She snorts and rolls her eyes, but then in the sexiest rasp, she says, “Hi, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I end the call and toss the device onto the floor. “Now get back in bed. There’s no fucking way I’m done with you yet.”
She glances at the door and then at her phone.
“Savannah,” I warn.
Cheeks pink and eyes bright, she launches herself at me with a squeal.
