“Please, Daddy. Please make me come. Please let me make you come.”
“Shh.” He presses a kiss to one thigh, then the other. “I’ve got you, and I’m going to make you feel good.”
Camden
Savannah sits on the edge of the hot tub, one tit out, her other nipple, still restrained, practically stabbing through the red fabric of her bikini top. Her red hair is up in a beautiful mess and ringlets frame her face.
She’s a fucking vision.
I take a swig from the champagne bottle and stand between her thighs. Towering over her, I pinch her chin, pull at her bottom lip, and lean in close. Pausing there, I meet her beautiful green eyes. Then, with a smirk, I spit the expensive drink onto her tongue.
Because my girl knows me so well, she doesn’t swallow. She doesn’t even try to close her mouth. Instead, she patiently peers up at me, probably freezing, waiting for me to make my next move. “You’re such a perfect little slut.” I lick her lips and push up her chin gently, giving her a nod to swallow.
She moans, though as I pour champagne between her tits, the sound turns into a hiss.
I follow the trail the liquid left behind with my fingers, tracing itbetween her breasts. “I can’t wait to fuck this right here.” With the bottle still in one hand, I push her breasts together, creating the perfect space for my cock to fit. I squeeze and release her flesh, then roll my thumb over her hard nipples. Fuck, they feel phenomenal.
If her whimpers are anything to go by, she’s enjoying it too.
“Gonna make you come first, and then you’re going to take Daddy’s cock. Aren’t you, baby girl?”
She nods violently.
I lean in and lick the champagne from her chest, tugging the fabric completely to the side so I can lavish them both with attention.
Head dropped back, she cries out, and I swear to god my dick leaks. Pretty sure we could both come like this. Her sounds send bolts of need through me, obliterating any sense of self-preservation. My hips move of their own accord, like I’m a fucking dog humping the air, my every cell desperate for her sweet, perfect cunt.
Roughly, I tug her bottoms to the side. Then I douse her puffy pink pussy in the fizzing liquid. As I dip between her thighs and lick up her center, she whimpers, though I barely register the sound, too busy relishing the taste.
“Hold on,” I warn.
Listening perfectly like I knew she would, she digs her fingers into the side of the tub. When she’s steady, I pull her closer and fuck her thoroughly with my tongue. I need her to come. Need her to scream. Need to release all this pent-up tension inside me. I’m wound tight for no other reason than because I can’t get close enough to her. I want to live inside this woman. I want to breed her. Want her stuffed so full of my cock and my cum that it leaks out around us.
But not until she’s had at least one orgasm. So I spear her with two fingers and suction my mouth over her clit until she’s riding my face, chasing her release, screaming my name.
She doesn’t have time to catch her breath before I drag her back into the water and kiss her senseless.
“Oh my god,” she mutters, over and over.
I chuckle against her mouth. “Daddy, baby girl. That’s the only name you should be muttering.”
She angles back and presses her tits together with her hands. “Okay, Daddy. Why don’t you make a mess of me?”
I stand and tug down my shorts, a deep rumble running through me, and once she’s situated, I kneel on a higher step, then fist my cock and straddle her.
Like this, her body isn’t completely submerged. She’s chosen the perfect spot. She’s mostly under water, keeping her body warm, yet her tits hover just above the surface, creating the perfect slot for my dick. And holy fuck does she look beautiful between my thighs, her gorgeous red hair falling over the edge of the hot tub, her skin pink from the heat, her face glistening. As snow falls around us, I smile down at her. “Should I give you a pearl necklace tonight, pretty girl? Or are you going to suck me down and make sure we don’t make a mess in the tub?”
“I’m going to do whatever you want,” she breathes. With a lick of her lips, she adds, “Daddy.”
Fuck. Spine already tingling, I roll my piercings between her tits so she feels every barbell.
“Tits tighter,” I demand.
She obeys, and when the friction increases, I grunt. “Perfect, baby girl. You are sofuckingperfect.” I stroke her cheek.
The way she looks up at me, with so much love in her expression, is unreal.
I can’t help but tell her how perfect she is. “You are the love of my life, my perfect whore.”
