I continued to kiss her ass. Would I ever get enough of her? Impossible to say at this stage, but I wanted more. More and more.
Setting one hand on her left ass cheek and the other on her right, I eased them apart, revealing the tight pucker of her asshole.
She gasped then trembled, her lower legs crossing. “Oh…”
Fuck, to enter her there. Shove my cock in deep. Had she done that before? I’d wager not. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I murmured, “every tiny detail, there’s no part of you I don’t want.” I leaned forward and kissed her asshole. Not just a peck, I buried my face between her ass cheeks and tongued her there.
“Oh my…I…Mitch.” Her body tensed then shook, but she didn’t buck away.
I licked upward from her cute hole, through her cleft and then to her lower back, shoving her top up to her shoulders so it was bunched around her neck. I was greedy for her but I wanted her greedier for me.
“You taste so fucking incredible,” I murmured. “Have you any idea how sexy you are? How fucking desirable you are? You’re enough to ruin a man for all other women.”
“I am not, I—”
“Believe it,” I said sternly. “I’m your daddy and I don’t tell lies. You’re really fucking sexy and you deserve to be told that, you deserve to have a man, me, adore you and bring you pleasure. You got that?”
She held two pieces of puzzle, one in each hand, but didn’t appear to be doing anything with them.
“Got that?”
“Yes, yes, Daddy. Oh…” A juddering sigh when I clasped her left buttock.
Good. I had her attention now. She was mine. All mine.
I kneeled at her side again and caressed her shoulders, back, and ass. She squirmed, opened her legs as if inviting me in, and pointed her toes impatiently.
But I took my damn time. If she was dripping onto the carpet when I got around to I fingering her, all the better.
Not that my dick agreed. My dick wanted to sink deep and bang out a quick one, no questions asked.
Eventually, I stroked up her inner thighs and tickled over her wet pussy lips.
Again she dropped her head to the floor with a small moan.
I let her. Now was the time for her to go in on herself. Concentrate on sensation and nothing else.
Because we weren’t moving from the floor until she’d come.
That was a damn certainty. I wasn’t a quitter, and I owed her one.
But I was on a go-slow. No fast penetration for my little girl, she needed to be tormented and teased until she was begging for it.
And Iwouldhave her begging.
“Your pussy is so pretty,” I said. “Perfect.”
“Mitch, I…” She went to sit up.
“No, stay down there.” I set my hand on her back and forced her to the carpet, not rough but not gentle either. “Lie there, do as you are told.”
She gasped and curled her hands into fists beside her turned head. Her eyes were closed and her mouth parted.
“I’m giving you what you need, and you’re going to take it,” I said. “So stay there like a good little girl. Stay there, take what I’m giving you.”
Finally, I entered her pussy, just one finger, knuckle-deep, and stayed lodged in her wet heat.
She moaned and arched her spine.
