Angel (Love, Daddy 1)

“Ryder, please, not here...” Her voice quivered as I worked my way inside her panties.

“Yes, here. You’re creaming all over my fingers, so just let go, babygirl. Tell me you want my fingers...”

Watching her cheeks turn into crimson blazes of heat made me only want to see and hear her cum that much more. Luckily, our table was in the back corner of the banquet hall. There were a couple drunks sitting at another eight top next to us, but they were oblivious.

She needed a push.

“Fucking say it...” I used my Sargent voice. I slid the tips of my fingers up and over her engorged little hard nub, giving it a good flick while watching her eyes fall to half-mast and her mouth make a little gasp.

I felt her hips take a quick hitch lower, giving me the access I needed to get into the deeper center of her heaven. If I was being honest with myself, what I really wanted to do was throw her down on the table and feast on her for supper, but instead I had to settle for making her cum all over my hand.

“I want your fingers inside me ...” She cocked her head lower, whispering in that babygirl voice that made me lose my shit.

Her hips shifted again, and I knew I had her. She couldn’t pretend with me, and I couldn’t with her. There were no hard edges between us; it was lightening bolt energy, like invisible fibers had sewn us together somewhere along the line.

My only frustration was her own lack of confidence in herself, but, like I said, the fucks that raised her had done that, and it was going to be my job to undo it.

Taking another quick look out at the trash trio, I took my middle finger and followed the hot, wet folds down until I felt that heavenly spot and pressed inside her innocent body. If I didn’t have my fingers stirring inside my precious angel, I would have been filled with rage watching those fucks out there making assholes of themselves, but lucky for me, my baby was here and at least part of me was inside her.

She was purring next to me, and I felt my cock pushing painfully up against the waist of my pants. It took a special part of my brain, something deep inside from my SEAL training to give me the discipline I needed to not ravage her right here and now.

I pressed inside, just beyond my first knuckle, letting the clutches of her virgin walls tense around my finger. She gushed as I palmed her open slit, grinding against her engorged nub, back and forth, slipping in just far enough to tease her and give her a little jolt as I toyed with that special spot just inside.

Never had I dreamed I could actually have this ravenous feeling of possession and protection over a girl. No other girl had ever made me want her, not like this. I felt like she was born just for me and it was my job on this planet to take care of her.

Baby’s juices were streaming over my fingers. Her breath was coming in short little gulps. I felt the clutch of her walls grab me like she was hanging onto my probing finger for life itself. I gave it everything she needed, my hand making circles in time with my slick finger pulsing in and out. She was close; I could feel it like a magnetic pulse flowed between us.

“Mmmm...” She moaned, her hips cocked and her opening gushed all over my hand.

“That’s my girl...cum baby...”

I knew it was all she needed, to hear me whisper that magic in her ear.

Her tiny hand fell low under the table to dig her nails into my wrist as I worked up under her skirt, her mouth opening and the most beautiful noises fell from her candy sweet lips. Feeling those little convulsions and the river of juice that came out of her almost made me fucking jizz in my pants.

There wasn’t anything I had been through, even during hell week, even all the missions that had left us running for our lives in caves and dirt all over the world, that trumped the kind of control I had to show right now over my own desire.

“Oh my god...” Her face dropped. Long, shimmering waves of her dark chestnut hair fell over her pink cheeks, and she shook and came all over my hand.

I gave her a second to gather herself, then I slowly slipped my dripping hand out from inside those sweet white panties. I could smell her on my fingers, and I knew I had to take a break to spread that sweet slippery juice over my own granite rod in the men’s room and give myself some relief or the rest of this shit evening was going to be hell.

“I’ll be back, babygirl.” I gave her a quick peck on the cheek. We’re done hiding.

Her hand reached up to grab my wrist. Those wide eyes had nothing on a baby doe, and my heart seized up in my chest.

“Thank you.”

My balls threaten to heave right there. She fucking thanked me for making her cum, doesn’t she realize that every orgasm she has is her priceless gift to me?

“Baby, I love you. I just need a minute. Don’t move. I’ll be back, and then we’re going to light this shit up tonight. Okay? Don’t move.”

I looked down at her from under my brow. She didn’t always listen and we needed to work on that, but for now, I just needed to her mind this one thing while I took a minute to stroke her effect on me into some tissue in the bathroom.

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