I growled, letting the sound vibrate against her. I listened to her breathing, watched the arch of her hips as she chased the finish. Timing, conditioning, mastering her climaxes would be my life mission until my voice saying come for me baby was all she needed.
“Come on my tongue baby,” I ordered roughly. “Give me your first.”
And she did, shattering, sobbing my name, gripping my hair like she thought she might drown. I held her thighs open, licking her through all of it, drinking every tremor like I’d been starving.
When she finally collapsed back against the pillows, I kissed the inside of her knee and dragged my mouth up her trembling leg.
I crawled up her body again, gently I took her mouth, and kissed her. Slow. Letting her taste herself on my tongue.
“And Daddy’s nowhere near done with you.”
Her breaths came in these tiny, broken little gasps that made my cock throb against the mattress.
I brushed my thumb over her cheek.
She leaned into it like she didn’t even know she was doing it.
“Angel…you didn’t think I was done with you after one, did you?”
Her eyes fluttered. A shiver ran through her.
Good.
She should shiver for me.
“That first one,” I whispered, lowering my mouth to her ear, “was foryou.” My hand slid down her stomach again, slow, making her whole body tense. “This next one?”
I smiled.
“This one is forme.”
Her fingers curled in the sheets, like her body understood before her mind did.
I kissed along her throat. “I want to watch you come again… but this time I want it the way I like.”
She swallowed hard.
“I—f-for you?”
My breath hitched.
“Yes, baby,” I dragged two fingers over her pussy. “For me. Be a good sub and give Daddy what he wants.”
Her hips twitched up and I immediately pressed my other hand to her lower belly, holding her still.
“No moving,” I said softly. “Not unless I tell you.”
She whimpered, and her legs fell open wider without me even asking.
Perfect girl. I slid my fingers lower again, brushing her clit just lightly, barely enough pressure to satisfy anything, just enough to make her gasp.
Her back arched.
I stopped.
“Uh-uh,” I murmured. “You don’t get it that easy. This orgasm isn’t something you fall into. This one…” I stroked her again, slower, crueler. “…you give me.”
Her breath hitched, shaky. “Daddy—please?—”
