My hands spread open, enjoying every single centimeter of flesh I could feel. They glided under the thick fabric, slowlypushing it upward as her eyes fluttered shut. I was captivated by the way her breathing turned jagged. Shallow. Marty’s head fell back, exposing her neck, her features shining with pleasure. All from simply touching her perfect-as-sin thighs.
“Look at you. You like daddy touching you, baby girl?”
“Why is that so fucking hot?” I pinched her thigh, and she yelped.
“I warned you once about that mouth, Marty,” I scolded. My hands stilled when they found the apex of her thighs. Damp heat radiated off her in waves.
“It’s hot because my woman has been making decision after decision for way too fucking long,” I started to say. “And despite how fast or crazy this might be, there is no denying who you belong to now, little girl.” She froze, and for a moment, I worried I went too far too fast. One of my hands moved from under her skirt and cupped her face. “It’s okay to be scared of this.”
“Gri—“
“That’s not what you call me when it’s just the two of us. Might be early on, but that’s going to be a rule from now on, unless you have a problem with that. Do you have a problem with that, spitfire”? She shook her head immediately.
Shit, this was going to be fun.
“Now, I need you to do me a favor and sit still. Daddy is goin’ to inspect you, see what you’re hiding under here.”
“Daddy,” she whispered, leaning into my touch.
“Good girl. Now, one more bad word, and I won’t have any problems stopping my little search here to pull these panties“—the tips of my fingers skimmed the wet gusset of her underwear–– “down and set you across my lap for a proper spanking. Is that understood?” She nodded enthusiastically, and I had to bite away my smile.
“You’re wet, baby,” I noted in a quiet drawl. “Nice and warm. This all for me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whined. My brow rose, and the prettiest pink tinged the apples of her cheeks.
“Is that right?” A wicked smile painted my face. “Have you been wet since you invited me into your place?” She bit down on her lip so hard I worried she would make it bleed.
“Yes,” she softly admitted, shifting her hips and scooting closer to the edge of the table, trying to get me to touch her a little more.
“Did my sweet little brat touch this pussy of mine that night?” I knew I was sweetly torturing the both of us.
“Yes.”
“How, Marty? Show me, my sweet little firework, what you did after I left.” Her eyes caught mine, and my lungs seized as she brought a finger to her mouth and between her lips, getting it wet for me before she dropped it back down. My eyes followed the path, and when I swallowed, it felt like rocks were stuffed in the middle of my throat.
“I used my toy.” Fuck yes. That was definitely something I was going to ask her to show me later.
“How about you show me with your fingers right now?” She nodded. Her legs rose and her feet settled flat on the edge of the table, spreading her open for me. “Fuck,” I cursed under my breath. “Look at you. Look at what a good girl you are for daddy.” She pulled her panties to the side, and I dropped down to my knees for a better view. Her fingers faltered, and when I glanced up at her, I nodded.
“Don’t stop. Be a good girl for me,” I demanded as gently as I could.
Marty did as I asked, and I watched as she pulled them further to the side, giving me a better view of her pretty, trimmed lips. She was wet and swollen. Fucking dripping down with her sweet feminine arousal.
“I… I… touched myself…like this… thinking about you.” My nose flared. Fuck, her scent rose, and I couldn’t stop what I needed next. I leaned in and swiped at her pussy, loving the sound she made and the way her hand found its way to the top of my head.
“Tell daddy more.” I groaned as I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue before I flattened it and swiped along her slit, up and down, laving at her tight little snatch.
“I thought about you in my place. Fingering me.” I added my finger into the mix without hesitation. My lips quirked upward, and pride rose at the sound of her little whiney moan.
“Just like that,” she whimpered, her hips moving slowly. Surely. I added a second finger. Sawing them in and out, stretching her velvety walls as her taste filled my mouth. I couldn’t help but take my cock out and start to stroke it while I ate her.
“I… I… oh god, Daddy… yes. Like that. Oh my god, that feels so good.”
“What else did you think about?” I growled against her pussy, sounding and feeling like some kind of feral animal.
“You. Spanking me. Teaching your brat a lesson.” I swiped at her pussy from ass to clit two more times before I stood up, ignoring her soft little whimper at the loss of my mouth because I wanted to do anything that made her feel good. I pulled her down and off the table. Confusion shone in her eyes for a second before I turned her around and pushed down on her shoulder blades.
Getting the hint, my spitfire didn’t need any further instructions. She spread her legs, then lifted the skirt of her uniform up and over her ass. I tugged down her black panties until they pooled down at her ankles. She glanced over her shoulder, and something came over me.Mine. Mine. Mine, that voice in my head chanted like a fucking prayer.
