My watch gleamed with each slow thrust and as much as I wanted to lower the zipper of my pants and top her from the bottom, I wanted to make her cum. I didn’t care about my pleasure. I wanted her to make a mess on my lap like the good Princess she was.
Poor girl was going through so much I doubt she had eaten well or slept in a comfortable place. That’s why I wanted to feed her, make her cum, and do anything she wanted. I was afraid of the power she had over me, and it hadn’t been even a week since we met.
“I know,Princess,” I said to her, my other hand gliding over her back, soothing her. “Relax for me and let Daddy make you feel good.”
Chelsea hummed, her eyes gleaming with tears. I kissed her neck, lowering my head to suck on her rushed pulse that throbbed underneath my tongue. She moaned, her fingers feathering my hair. I groaned into her skin and pressed my thumb over her clit, building pressure and keeping the same steady rhythm, feeling her walls twitch.
“Cum for Daddy,” I said to her, almost demanding her, and she was such a goodfuckinggirl. She came right away.
I pulled away to see her close her eyes as orgasmic pleasure washed over her trembling body. She looked blissful as if she was floating in the clouds. The scent of her sex was heady, the sound of wet squelches surrounding us as I kept fingering her, trailing out her orgasm until she was limp in my arms, her legs trembling.
“Good girl,” I whispered to her, running my hand through her hair. “My good girl.”
My fingers were glistening with her pleasure. My cock twitched when I brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean, tasting her. I groaned, licking my fingers before pulling them out.
I wanted to eat her out.
I found her watching me with half-lidded eyes and red cheeks. I raised my brow, and she hid her face in my chest, making me laugh.
“Why are you hiding your face?” I pulled her closer, rubbing her back and legs. She was adorable. I wanted to keep her forever.
Calm down.
“I feel shy.” Her voice was muffled as she spoke into my shirt, probably sniffing my fabric softener.
I fixed her dress, so she would feel less shy and asked, “Why do you feel shy, Princess?” I couldn’t stop touching her. Playing with her hair, rubbing her back and kneading her soft skin. I wanted to kiss and imprint on every single detail about her.
I was planning to make her cum again for being so good, but she seemed too embarrassed.
Next time.
“I don’t know,” she replied, trying to cover her face with her hair.
I relaxed on the couch and settled her comfortably on me. I liked her weight and warmth on me more than I should have. Here, in my arms, on my lap, she felt so small and adorable and perfect. I wanted to tuck her in my pocket and hide her from the world.
“It’s okay, Princess.” I kept my voice soft and asked, “Let me know if you feel uncomfortable, hm?”
Chelsea shifted in my arms and finally lifted her head and looked at me. Her expression was different. Mascara smudged on the corner of her glassy eyes that felt distant.
“Why are you being so nice?” She asked, her tone angry. Like she was accusing me of something.
She wasn’t being a brat, and that confused me.
“Did I do something wrong, Princess?” I asked.Maybe the spanking is too much for her?“Something you didn’t like?”
“No!” She leaned back and even though I wanted to pull her back to keep touching her, I gave her the space she needed. She sighed and ran her hand through her hair, “I just… you’re being awfully sweet.”
“So you want me to be rough with you, Princess?” I raised my brow. “Make you kneel and lick off the mess you made on my pants, hm?”
Her eyes widened and lips parted as she looked down at the small puddle of wetness on my thighs. I watched her lick her lips and swallow at the sight of my bulge.
I was surprised when she kneeled and tucked her hair behind her ears before leaning close.
My eyes widened, and I stopped her.This girl.“You don’t have to?—”
“I want to, Daddy.” Her eyes flicked up to me. “Please?”
How the fuck can a sane person say no to that?
