Wiggling as the terrycloth brushed over her, Coco could feel her body responding to all the stimuli surrounding her. The allure of silky water, his warmth wrapped around her, the caressing cloth, and his hot mouth pressing kisses to her shoulders blended together to thrill her. She ran her hands along his powerful thighs emerging from the dwindling bubbles and heard his low moan rumble through his chest.
When he lifted the cloth from her, she blurted, “Daddy? I’m clean. Can I wash you?”
“If you would like to,” he replied and handed over the square piece of fabric. “Let me help you, Coco.”
He steadied her as she carefully turned in the bathtub to face him. Coco smiled at his handsome face and instructed, “Daddy, close your eyes.”
Following his example, Coco washed his face and neck, leaning forward to press kisses to his skin. She turned her attention to his shoulders and arms before smoothing the cloth over his broad chest. Roman was the perfect amount of hairy—not baby smooth, but lightly furry. She enjoyed the crisp feel of the short strands under her hands. Her Daddy groaned when she flicked her fingernails over his nipples.
“Sorry, Daddy,” she apologized, not meaning it at all. She repeated the motion and followed her actions with “Oops!”
“Are you teasing Daddy, Little girl? I could tease your bottom if that would help you behave.”
“No, Daddy. That isn’t necessary. My bottom is behaving perfectly.”
“And the rest of you?” he asked, holding her gaze.
“Perfectly innocent!” she assured him, striving for an angelic expression.
She focused on his face as she swiped the cloth below the waterline. Having already admired the head of his cock thrusting out of the warm liquid, Coco swirled the wet material around his shaft. When his hand moved quickly to tug the washcloth away, Coco released it and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She squeezed gently as she tugged her hand from his root to tip.
“You’re killing me, Little girl,” Roman told her in a husky voice. He released the tub stopper with his toes as he drew her hand away. As he rose from the tub, Coco daringly leaned forward and licked the broad head bobbing in front of her.
“You are testing Daddy, Coco.” Roman stepped out and lifted her onto the rug as well.
As he wrapped a towel around her, she grinned at him, sure she’d do it again if she had a chance. When he gave her that stern look he’d used before, her tummy flip-flopped inside her.Damn, he’s hot.
He wrapped a towel around his hips before drying her skin carefully in long strokes. When he turned her around to tend to her backside, Roman spanked her bottom five times in quick succession, making her squeal, “I’ll be good.”
“I’m counting on it, Coco.” He wrapped her in a dry towel and growled, “Kneel on the carpet.”
Studying his stern face, she dropped quickly to the floor. Coco lifted a hand to touch his shaft thrusting forward so close to her but stopped immediately when he warned, “No way, Little girl.” She sat back on her heels watching him dry his body. Tempted, she leaned in and froze at his, “Don’t do it, Coco.” Pouting, she settled back again, focused on the rug between them, and waited to see what he had in mind for her.
Finally, Roman tossed his towel away. He cupped her cheek and tilted her face up until their gazes met. “Ask for permission, Little girl.”
Coco looked at him in confusion. What did she need to ask him to do? When Roman moved his hand to wrap his fingers around himself to pull down his shaft, Coco quickly blurted, “Can I touch you, Daddy?”
“Yes, Little girl.”
Eagerly, she scooted closer on the rug. Pushing his hand away, she told him, “My turn, Daddy.” She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, using both hands to encircle his thickness. Squeezing his cock gently, she experimented to see how to pleasure him most. When his hips moved forward to thrust himself into her grip, she smiled, enjoying the power she had over him.
“Can I taste you?” she asked, tearing her gaze from the stiff rod in her hands to glance up at him.
“Yes, Little girl. You have my permission now to play.”
Eagerly, Coco licked around the broad tip and felt his shaft pulse in her hand. She loved feeling his body respond to her touch. Rounding her lips, she blew a stream of warm breath down the length of his erection. Roman’s fingers brushed through her hair and tugged gently. Coco shivered at the slight taste of pain—not in fear, but in absolute arousal. She’d discovered, thanks to Roman, that passion mingled with a hint of punishment skyrocketed her desire.
Pressing the tip of her tongue to his cock, she retraced that line upward. She opened her lips to wrap them around the tip of his penis. Coco hesitated there deliberately, swirling her tongue over the velvety head.
“Do it,” Roman growled.
Smiling to herself, Coco lowered her mouth around his shaft, taking as much of his thick shaft into her mouth as she could andsucking on it. His heat and flavor thrilled her—so much better than her pacifier. His cock jerked in her hand.
“For fuck’s sake, Coco. Your mouth is dangerous.”
Roman stepped back, drawing himself from her lips as she increased the suction to challenge him. Their eyes met as he withdrew completely. The raw passion in his gaze felt like fire igniting every desire in Coco. Stripping off her towel, she lifted her arms to her Daddy in a silent plea.
He eliminated the distance between them as he scooped her up in his arms. Coco wrapped her legs around him, grinding her pussy against his erection. Roman turned to carry her into the bedroom. Holding her steady with one hand, he swept the covers down to the bottom of the bed and tossed her onto the soft mattress with her lower legs dangling over the side.
