Page 88 of The Daddy’s Girl

“Come here,” I mutter before curling over to kiss her on the lips. As I lick into her mouth, her hand strokes my length again. “You are killing me, mon trésor,” I mumble against her lips.

She grins through the kiss.

And when I sit upright, still holding her at the back of her head, she moves her perfect mouth to my cock. First, she kisses the head again, much like she kisses my mouth. Peppering my shaft and teasing the veins bulging along the underside.

More precum leaks from the tip, and once again, she sucks it as if it’s nectar. I moan louder this time.

“You want to take my cock into that pretty mouth, Trouble?”

Deviously, she smiles and nods. Then, without another word, she brings her tongue to the head again and slides me all the way in until I feel the back of her throat.

I suck in through my teeth, tensing from the sensation. Suddenly, it all hits me like a tidal wave. My cock is in her mouth. My cock is in Amelia’s mouth.

And once she gets a taste, she doesn’t stop. Her lips close around me and her cheeks hollow as she sucks, bobbing her head and coating me in her saliva.

In my lifetime, I have had many mouths on my cock. Maybe hundreds. I couldn’t pick out a single one as being worth remembering above the rest, except for this one. And it’s not just because of who this woman is to me but because she is sucking my cock like it’s all she’s ever wanted.

Rising up higher on her knees, she wraps her hands around the base, moving them up and down with her mouth, working my cock like she loves it.

My mouth hangs slack as I watch her, struck almost in disbelief by how good she is at this. I won’t dare think about where she might have learned it or who she has been practicing on, but part of me believes she’s just this good because she wants this that much.

Suddenly, I’m mumbling nonsense in French as she worships my cock with her mouth, and any hope I had of keeping things between us as innocent as possible are gone. Long gone.

“C’est tellement bon. Putain, c’est bon…”

My voice is wrecked, strained and raspy as I hold her head in my hands. My hips want to jerk upward, fucking into her mouth, but I hold back. There’s no need for me to take over when she has me at her mercy.

And when one of her hands lowers to grip me at the base of my sac, I nearly lose it. Squeezing tightly, she holds me at the edge, still working me with her mouth, sucking until the point I know her jaw must ache and her throat must burn. But she doesn’t stop.

“You are so good at this, Trouble. My dirty girl. You are so fucking good at this.”

At my praise, she hums, and I’m near the end now. I’m teetering on the precipice, ready to spill into her mouth, but I don’t want to surprise her with it, so I hold myself back.

“Amelia,” I groan. “Amelia, Amelia, Amelia…”

She hums louder. Sucks harder. Grips tighter.

She’s ruining me. That’s what she’s doing. She’s ensuring that no other mouth could ever possibly please me like this one. Successfully, she’s done it.

“I’m about to…come…”

But she doesn’t slow down or pull away. Her ministrations are relentless, and I’m helpless against them.

“I’m…fuck…I’m coming.”

My body tightens as I’m hit with a crashing wave of pleasure. White stars flash behind my eyes as I moan loudly, feeling shot after shot of my seed expel into her ravenous mouth. She does not pull off or spit it out.

Instead, she rounds her back and sucks me through this mind-shattering orgasm, drawing out my cum and swallowing it down like she’s dying for it.

It’s less of a climax and more of an explosion. I feel it in every extremity, from the tips of my fingers to the base of my spine. She makes me come so violently, I start to feel dizzy, and the sight of her gagging on my cock, tears streaming down her face, rides me through another aftershock of ecstasy.

I have quite literally never come so hard in my life.

My skin tingles and my limbs feel weak as I collapse backward onto the bed. While I stare up at the ceiling, waiting for my heart rate to return to normal, I try to feel if she is out of my system now.

The thought makes me laugh. Out of my system.

If anything, she’s more embedded in my system. I’ve learned her touch and felt her mouth. I’ve planted my seed in her belly.