Tempted by her Daddies: Chapter 49

“If I want that too? Are you nuts?” she cried as she sat up. “I want that. Please, please, let me have it!” She put her hands together as she begged.

The smile on his face was worth everything. “Will you get around on your hands and knees? I think I’d like to try that position.”

Whatever he wanted.

“Can I look, though? Even if I can’t touch?”

He shook his head and she felt a stab of sadness. She thought he was more comfortable with her touching him. After all, he’d let her suck him off several times.

But she quickly hid the sadness.

“You misunderstand,” he said. “Probably because I’m not explaining myself properly. You can look and another time you can touch. I love feeling your mouth around me. But this time . . . I’m close to the edge and I don’t want to come before I’ve gotten inside you.”

Ahh.

She totally got that.

“I understand. I’m glad you like it when I suck you off because I think I might have a small addiction to it.”

He chuckled, then stood to pull off his boxers. His cock really was perfection.

Then he gave her a look.

Huh?

Why was he . . . oh, she was supposed to be getting into position!

Oops, silly her!

She moved onto her hands and knees as she felt him climb up behind her. Then he cupped her pussy with his hand.

“You’re ready, darling girl?”

“So ready. I don’t think I could possibly be more ready.”

Then his hand drew away and his cock started to prod at her entrance before he slid into her pussy.

“Oh blathering badgers, that feels good.”

She had to stifle her giggle. Then he started to move and all urge to laugh disappeared. Because she was too busy swimming in desire.

He felt amazing. She didn’t know how he was so good at this considering he had no experience. She wanted to make this earth shattering for him, if only she knew how.

However, he certainly didn’t seem to need instruction or encouragement. The man had skills.

She could feel herself getting aroused again.

“Can I touch myself?” she asked.

He paused. “Touch yourself?”

“Yes. I need to . . . to come. I can’t come from . . . from just your cock inside me alone.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry, I didn’t think . . .”

“It’s all right . . . there’s nothing to be sorry for. Unless you’re sorry that you’re so good at this that it’s turning me on.”

He let out a small laugh. “I’m not apologizing for that. Yes, darling girl. Touch yourself. Make yourself come. I want you to come.”

Reaching down, she played with her clit.

God. She was so close.

“I’m going to come,” he told her, his hands holding her hips steady. “Come with me, darling girl.”

Oh, he didn’t have to worry about that. As soon as he drove himself deep with a yell, she crested that edge. She was falling, the world around her spinning.

Why couldn’t she crawl her way out of the pit?

And then she felt his arms around her, holding her tight.

“Sorry,” she said, attempting to move away from him. He had her pressed tight to his side.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” he told her. “Unless you’re sorry that you’re so incredible that you just gave me the best orgasm of my life.”

Nope.

She couldn’t say she was sorry about that at all.

“My parents would be thrilled that I have a girlfriend. Although they wouldn’t approve of the sharing part. This would be one of the few things I have done right.”

“I would like to meet your parents one day,” she told him.

With her knife to their throats.

“That won’t ever happen. I’ve long since given up trying to be what they need. I still hear their voices in my head sometimes, telling me I’m not good enough. Not manly enough, smart enough, strong enough.”

She took a chance and placed her hands on either side of his face. “You are all of those things and more. Because you are wonderful, kind, and caring. You’re one of the very best people I know. And you will always be more than enough.”

His smile lit up her world.

And she vowed to make him smile as much as she could.

She’d still like to stab his parents, though. It would do great things for her peace of mind.