Page 46 of Feral Daddy


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I moaned the words as Dallas slowly rubbed the pad of his thumb over my clit, mirroring the actions I was reading from my journal.

I bit my lip instinctively and closed my eyes. Dallas suddenly pulled his hand free and set it in his lap, leaving me to mourn the loss of his fiery touch. I open my eyes and look in his direction.

“Don’t stop until I tell you to. If you stop I stop. Understand?” Despite the authority in his tone I picked up a touch of humor behind his words.

He’s enjoying this.

Just as I started reading again I felt him move his hand back into place, filling me again with his two fingers and caressing my swollen nub with his thumb.

“Don’t make a sound,” he whispers. “Unless you want everyone to hear you moan my name.”

I let out another moan of my own when his movements quickened, his fingers sliding in and out of me as he simultaneously stimulated my clit. My pussy dripped uncontrollably all over his hands as he relentlessly fucked me with his fingers and I melted beneath his dominance.

I felt my orgasm threatening to explode. I pushed through the urge, trying so hard just to stay focused on my task of reading.

“His lips curled up into a smile,” I tried to keep reading the lines on the page, but suddenly the words were blurring the closer to the edge I found myself.

“Please…let me come.”

I read each word as if it were my own plea. Dallas takes this opportunity to bring me to my own orgasm, thrusting his fingers faster and harder, the build up for my release was so fast I barely knew what was happening. In seconds I was withering and shaking from the most intense full-body orgasm I ever had. Ever.

Wave after wave I came, soaking him and the blanket I was cuddled into.

My ears were ringing so loudly from the intensity of my release that I could barely make out the yummy, “good girl,” praise he sang to me in my ear that had me almost willing to go another round.

Almost.

She’s toying with me…

Dallas

Isat in the study, reading through updated texts from the night shift of the security details that have been sent to guard my family. Teddy was spotted parked not far from my condo yesterday, which is still in my brother’s name from when I had him sign for it before I had established proper credit. I never switched it out of his name. Things were easier that way, but since Teddy was seen stalking the place it made me extra cautious.

There was no reason for Teddy to believe it was my place, so what was he wanting from my brother? I doubled up on his as well as my parent’s and my sister’s security, too. With someone as unpredictable and unhinged as Teddy, I want to be aggressively defensive of my territory.

Jacob argued when I told him I wasn’t ready to retaliate yet. We could easily handle this situation and wash our hands of the problem in no time but that wasn’t something I was ready to allow and that put everyone on edge, Something isn’t quite right with that guy and I needto find out what it is.

I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard the patter of bare feet coming from the hall. I looked up anticipating Delaney walking in. When she did, the sight I was met with had my mouth watering.

She was wearing a messy bun that was falling to the side, and one of my t-shirts with nothing else.

I glanced over her body eagerly, I wanted to walk over and take her right where she stood, looking like a chaotic cluster of perfection. She looked so sexy wearing my shirt, and the knowledge of her being pantiless because I took them away from her last night, had my cock pulsing.

I couldn’t take her again. She needed to rest. After I had her coming undone on my hand I took her to bed where she continued her reading sprint with my cock massaging deep inside of her, her face flushed and her breath ragged. It was a new experience for me but one I was certain I’d like to have again.

I need to go easy on her today. I already allowed myself to be a bit rougher than I originally intended. I really was losing myself in her. She tests my willpower in a way no other woman ever has. Her natural beauty, her funny little quirks, her genuine innocence…she’s just so fucking perfect.

And all mine.

“Good morning,” she said sweetly as she met my gaze. After some time passed I shook myself from her trance when I realized my attention might be shifting to creepy as I just continued to gawk at her presence from my chair.

“Good morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling today?” The smile that crept over her face told me she knew exactly what I was referring to.

“I’m a little sore, but nothing I can’t handle,” she said teasingly with one eyebrow cocked.

She’s toying with me.

“Be careful,” I warned playfully, with a smirk that she couldn’t see.