“Oh, I will,” I promise, my voice dark with intent. “But only when I’m ready. Only when you’re desperate for it.”
I settle into a rhythm, alternating between broad strokes of my tongue and focused attention on her clit. Her thighs begin to tremble against my palms, her breathing growing more ragged with each pass.
“That’s it,” I encourage between licks. “Show Daddy how much you love this. How much you love my tongue in your pretty pussy.”
She moans in response, all pretense of restraint abandoned as she grinds against my mouth. I could stay here for hours, tasting her, feeling her respond to every flick of my tongue, every whispered command. But there’s more I want to explore, more territory to claim as mine.
I bring my right hand up, still keeping her spread with my left, and trace a wet finger around her entrance, gathering her arousal. Then I slide it higher, circling the tight pucker of her asshole with gentle pressure.
Her whole body tenses at the unfamiliar touch.
“Relax,” I murmur against her pussy, not stopping my oral attention. “Trust Daddy. I’ll make it feel so good.”
Slowly, she begins to relax, allowing me to continue circling that sensitive spot while my tongue works her clit. When I feel her surrender to the sensation, I press just the tip of my finger inside, just barely breaching her.
“Oh!” The sound is startled but not pained, not afraid.
“Good girl,” I praise, keeping my finger still while I intensify my attention on her clit. “Taking Daddy so well. Opening up for me.”
Her body responds to the praise, relaxing further, allowing me to work my finger deeper into her ass while I feast on her pussy. The dual stimulation has her writhing against me, making small, desperate sounds that drive me wild.
“I can feel how close you are,” I tell her, circling her clit with firm pressure. “Your pretty pussy is clenching, begging for release.”
I press my finger deeper into her ass, and she gasps, her body jerking with pleasure.
“But you’re not going to come until I say so,” I continue, slowing my movements deliberately. “Until Daddy gives you permission.”
“Please,” she begs, voice breaking with need. “Please, Daddy. I need to come.”
“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” I ask, my tongue flicking lightly over her clit, keeping her on the edge. “About disappearing on me?”
“Yes!” she gasps, pushing back against my mouth desperately. “Yes, Daddy, I won’t do it again, I promise, please?—“
“Since you asked so nicely,” I concede, increasing the pressure of both my tongue and my finger. “Come all over your Daddy’s tongue.”
The permission is all she needs. Her body convulses as her orgasm crashes through her, pussy pulsing against my tongue, ass tightening around my finger. I don’t let up, working her through every wave, drawing out her pleasure until she’s gasping and trembling above me.
Only when she begins to pull away do I release her, sitting back on my heels to admire the view. Her ass still pink from my palm, her pussy glistening with a combination of her arousal and my saliva. My cock throbs painfully against my zipper, demanding relief.
I rise to my feet, hands already working at my belt buckle, unable to wait another moment to be inside her. She turns her head, watching me over her shoulder with eyes still glazed from her orgasm.
“Can Daddy fuck you now, baby girl?” I ask, pushing my pants and underwear down my hips, freeing my erection. “Can I feel that sweet pussy bare?”
“Yes,” she whispers, and then, understanding what I need to hear: “Yes, Daddy.”
I position myself behind her, running the head of my cock through her slick folds, coating myself in her wetness. The feeling is indescribable. I could come just from this, just from the anticipation of being inside her.
But I want more. Need more.
With one hand gripping her hip, I guide myself to her entrance and push forward slowly. She’s tight, so fucking tight, but wet enough from her orgasm that I slide in without resistance.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I seat myself fully inside her. “So perfect. So tight around me.”
She makes a small sound, somewhere between a gasp and a moan, as her body adjusts to my size. I hold still, giving her time to accommodate me, though it takes every ounce of self-control I possess not to start thrusting immediately.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice strained with the effort of restraint.
She nods, then remembers I want verbal responses. “Yes, Daddy. Please... please move.”
