I turn to her. She’s on her back, leaning up on her elbows, the lowlight shimmying on her slickened thighs.
“You want Daddy to take control, don’t you?” I snarl, walking slowly across the room.
“Hmm,” she moans.
“Say yes like a good little girl,” I growl.
“Yuh-yes,” she whimpers.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes …” She hesitates, biting her lip. Like she doesn’t think she deserves this much pleasure. But then she gives into it. “Yes, Daddy.”
I groan and tear off my tank top. Literally. She lets her gaze move up and down my body, horny as fuck, ready for whatever Daddy’s going to give her.
“Do you want to see Daddy naked?”
She gasps. Every time I use the D-word, it’s like a mini detonation tears through her. I white-knuckle my lust, hold on with everything I’ve got, somehow not exploding every time she makes one of those pleasure-filled sounds.
“Yes,” she says after a pause. “So—bad.”
I stand over her. “First, be a good girl and get naked for Daddy. I need to see every inch of you.”
She hesitates.
“Tell Daddy what’s wrong,” I snarl.
“What if I don’t do it right?”
I shake my head. “You don’t need to do a damn thing except be naked and be here and beyou, Rose. Now, do what you’re told.”
She stands. Strips off her T-shirt with trembling hands. My plan was to let her strip her shorts off too. But the moment I see her big beautiful tits, I lose my mind.
They bounce free and I surge to them. Push them together and suck on one of her nipples while teasing the other. She arches in my arms, pushing her chest against me.
“Has anybody ever sucked your nipples before?” I groan.
“No, Daddy,” she moans.
“Good.” I suck one hard, letting it turn red. She’s got big nipples, thick, taut when she gets excited. “These nipples belong to Daddy. Nobody else looks at my sexy girl’s breasts. Nobody except for me. Tell me you understand. Say it all.”
“Nobody else looks at my tits, Daddy. Only you.”
“You’re a good fucking girl, Rose.”
I slide my inked hands down her clean body, over her hips. Then hook her shorts and her underwear at the same time. Yank them down to reveal the triangle of her sex.
I gently push her back. Kneel, stare in wonder at her lips glittering with wetness. Her pink virgin hole getting ready for my cock.
“Do you masturbate?” I ask throatily.
“I did yesterday,” she murmurs, looking away guiltily.
“Hey …” I touch her chin, make her face me again. “Did you touch yourself thinking about Daddy? You don’t have to be ashamed.”
She nods slowly. “I was in the shower and I couldn’t stop.”
“Did you think about Daddy’s big dick in your tight little hole?”
