My words elicit another gripping from her inner walls as I grunt, barely holding on.
I slip one hand down her back, around her hip, then top her fingers with mine and we work her clit together.
“Show me what feels good, princess. Daddy wants to know how to make you happy like you make him.”
“Like this,” she whispers, our slick fingers webbing together as one, and she starts moving my hand in rhythm with hers. “Ahhh, God, Daddy, it feels so good. You’re growing inside me, I can feel it.”
“Yes, baby, because I’m so close, but I’m not coming until you do. I want us to do it together, so rub yourself. Then tell me when you’re ready.”
I don’t stop my thrusts until I feel the gush of wetness drench our hands and she throws her head back into my shoulder. “Now. God, I’m readynow…”
“Say please,” I grit out, grinding my teeth together as my cum is already moving up my shaft.
“Please.Pleeeeeease, Daddy!” Her voice shakes and breaks as she falls over the edge.
My first hot squirt is milked by her orgasm. She works her hips back, fingers still moving through the wetness on her clit as she bucks and I reach around her waist to keep her from collapsing, wondering who’s going to keep me from doing the same.
Wave after wave of my release fills her tiny cunt as I lift her feet from the deck, holding her mounted on my cock like a limp doll as I step backward, dropping my ass into a cushioned outdoor loveseat and nearly pass out from the intensity of my orgasm.
I can’t breathe, white lights flicker behind my closed lids as she lays her back against my chest and I try to find my center.
After a moment, she lifts her feet so her heels are on the edge of the cushions as she sits up tall, the elegant arch of her back accentuated, leaning forward, her locked arms braced on my thighs just above my knees.
I run a finger down the indent of her spine, her ribs standing out with each heavy breath she takes.
“Are you mine, babygirl?”
She tucks her chin to her shoulder. “All yours.”
“Good girl, because I’m keeping you forever.”
We stay like that, secured together with the breeze on our naked skin for a long moment, then she shifts her hips, rocking into my still-hard dick.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Can we do it again? Like this? Please, Daddy?” She lifts her hips, sliding my cock halfway out, then pushes her round cheeks back down into my groin and I can’t help the moan that escapes my throat.
“Yes,” I manage. “Yes, since you said please.”
Chapter Twelve
Kezia
“I’m not sure which one to choose.” I look around at the multitude of outfits laying all over the table and dressing room in the little boutique.
“You don’t have to choose. Get them all.” Merrick has been watching me for a good hour as I try on clothes, modeling each outfit for him as he sits like a king in the chair, admiring his princess.
“I can’t get them all,” I say, my heart pounding.
I’ve never really shopped before. I mean, here and there in life we’ve gone to stores, but never have I had a chance to just try on clothes I liked, let alone think I might even get to buy one or two.
I flip over the price tag on the daisy-yellow silky sundress I have on, and my eyes go wide.
“This is two hundred and six dollars. Just for one dress.”
The young woman who has been helping us brings over a few other outfits and hangs them on the hook in the open dressing room, then looks at Merrick.
