Page 25 of Restless Obsession

VICTOR

I was going to lose my goddamn mind.

I gripped the armrests with a white-knuckled grip as my girl crawled, fucking crawled, to the edge of the bed, dragging her toys along with her.

I breathed deeply, soaking in every intoxicating note that made Lucy. From the bodywash she used to the perfume she liked to spray on and the way it mingled with the fresh scent of her heady arousal. My mouth watered for a goddamn taste.

I wasn’t going to survive this.

This was how I was going to die.

But if I took my last breath watching my woman play with herself while her eyes and attention were solely focused on me, then I’d go a happy man.

With a deep breath and slow exhale, I took my hand off the armrest to scrub my face. The sight of Lucy all nice and settled on her bed, slowly spreading her legs for daddy’s eyes and only daddy’s eyes, wasn’t new to me.

We’d done this almost on a nightly basis.

But it was the first time I was within reach, her eyes settled on mine.

“Daddy,” she whimpered. I gripped the armrest again. My feet dug deeper, harder into the rugged floor beneath to stop me from making my way to her.

“I’m so wet.” She breathed heavily, her bottom writhing on the mattress as her little black-and-pink skirt rose higher up her thighs. They pressed together tightly then loosened, again and again, while Lucy tried to find some relief.

“Show me,” I rasped, and those eyes, her beautiful fucking eyes, sparkled with joy at my harsh demand. Her reaction only fed the beast in me. “Show me how wet you are, Sunshine.”

“Victor.” Hearing her say my name as she slowly, way too slowly, pushed the material up her thick thighs had me close to snapping the last shred of control I had in two.

“Fuck,” I cursed, my body leaned forward. I felt like a feral animal that had gone way too long being caged and unfed. An apex predator ready to pounce and maul and devour its prey.

“Show me how wet you are, baby.” Her legs spread instantly for me, and there it was.

An almost innocent strip of white cotton.

Cotton that clung to her pussy lips, so ruined, so moist that I could see her bare little cunt.

“Can you see how wet I am, Daddy?” she asked, playing our game like she was born to it.

Maybe we both were? I couldn’t imagine feeling this way about anyone else, exploring these things with any other being. There could never be anyone else for me. This daddy/baby girl kink was something that came to life with her. Because of her.

“I see, baby. Look at that tight little pussy hole all nice and drippy for me. What got you so excited?” I hardly recognized my voice through the almost animalistic scratchiness in my tone.

“You. Thinking about you,” she confessed. My nose flared. My chest heaved heavily as my nails dug into the upholstered armrest.

“Me?”

“Yes.” She swallowed, and my eyes caught the way the pads of her fingers gently stroked her cotton-covered slit. “Thinking about you. About Victor, of you being the same person.”

“My sunny girl is so damn smart,” I rumbled with pride. “Figuring it out.” Her lips parted, and soft little sound vibrated in the room. “Grab that little peach you have there, baby,” I directed and watched as her red-painted lips turned glossy after she licked them. She picked up the fruit-shaped vibrator, holding it like it was one of her favorite toys.

“Turn it on.” The request sounded more like a demand, but by the way her gaze hooded as a soft humming noise joined the soft symphony of our heavy breathing, I didn’t think she minded.

“Good girl. Now put it on that perfect little pussy.” Her arm extended, and before her fingers could pull back the material, I tsked. “Uh-uh.” I shook my head. “Over your panties.”

“But, Daddy.” Her bratty little whine made my head feel dizzy with power.

“Be a good girl for daddy and do as he tells you to, and he’ll give you a nice, big, creamy reward,” I promised, unable to help stroking my palm over my pant-covered cock.

Her eyes flared, and she nodded with enthusiasm before she did as she was told. Running the peach up and down her slit, making a soft little moan. I watched, fully captivated, head swimming with lust and love as her hips started to move. She looked like a goddess up on her throne. A goddess I was more than ready to lay my life on the line for, to pray and worship at her feet.