I cradle her jaw. "You love it when I call you my baby girl, don't you, Kenzie?"
She traps her bottom lip between her teeth and nods.
“Nuh uh. A nod's not gonna cut it this time, little girl. I want to hear you say it."
She gulps. "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
I don't realize how badly I've been aching to hear her say the word until she whispers, "Yes, Daddy."
Satisfaction surges through me like a fever.
I’ve never consciously identified as a Dom in the bedroom—let alone a Daddy Dom—with any of my casual partners. But I could never be casual about Kenzie. I’ve been in this for the long haul from day fucking one. She’s all I want, all I’ll ever want, and I want to be everything she needs.
Kenzie’s need for a daddy brings out the daddy in me. She calls to my dominant nature, and that nature responds with a roar.
"There's my good girl." I lift her onto the island, earning a squeal that makes my dick twitch. Her arms go around my neck as I bully her lips with a bruising kiss that demands surrender. She submits beautifully, opening her mouth for my tongue to raid and plunder. Folding her legs around my waist, she presses her body to mine. Even through her T-shirt and bra, I can feel her nipples taunting me, begging to be pinched and played with.
"Are you gonna be a good girl and let Daddy play with your tits?" I pinch firmly to compensate for the extra layers of fabric.
"Oh... Yes, Daddy," she whimpers as I flick my thumbs back and forth across her nipples.
"Does that feel good?" I ask. Kenzie nods, eyes closed. "Use your words, baby."
"It does," she whispers, like she's sharing a secret. "It feels so good, Daddy."
"How 'bout we get these clothes off so Daddy can see how pretty your tits are? Arms up, baby girl."
She raises both arms so I can pull her shirt off. I unhook her bra and slide it down her arms, then pause for a moment to appreciate the beauty in front of me. With the exception of the rare beach day at Melton Hill with the crew, I never get to see this much of McKenzie. She studies my face closely from beneath golden lashes, like she's trying to read my thoughts.
"I can't believe you're fucking real, Kenz." I smooth a hand down my beard and exhale heavily. "Daddy's been waiting two long years to get a look at these gorgeous tits. Some days, I swear you wore those skimpy little tops without a bra just to torture me."
Her shy smile is my undoing. "Maybe a little..."
"I fucking knew it. Remind me to spank you later. Right now, Daddy's got a date with these perfect tits." I cup her soft breasts in my work-worn palms, rolling and plumping them, making them jiggle.
Kenzie makes the softest kitten-like moans as I strum her nipples, so stiff and irresistible. I'm like a tech bro who's just got his hands on the newest iPhone, psyched to test out all the bells and whistles.
"Can Daddy have a taste?" I ask.
She nearly nods her head off before she remembers to use her words. "You can taste me anywhere you want, Daddy."
"Anywhere?" I brush my beard hairs across her chest and hum with satisfaction as she arches her back, pushing her breasts toward me. "That's very generous of you, baby."
I kiss and lick her nipple before I engulf it completely, taking as much of her breast into my mouth as I can fit.
Her whine wraps around my dick like a pretty pink ribbon, tied into a bow at the base. I'm so hard it fucking hurts, but I don't want to rush this moment. Kenzie's not a snack you scarf down on your lunch break. She's a ten-course gourmet meal, meant to be savored.
I release her left nipple and then shift my attention to the right.
"Worth the fucking wait," I growl.
Kenzie's fingers curl around my hair as I gorge myself on her tits. I switch from sucking on her nipples to pinching and strumming so I can sic my tongue on her sweet mouth. My balls tighten as she sucks greedily on my tongue as if it were a dick.
I moan a muffled, "Fuck..." as I wedge my hand between her thighs. Her shorts are soaked with her excitement, and I swear I've never felt more antagonized by a scrap of clothing.
Cupping the back of her neck, I slide my tongue out from between her lips, chuckling at the whimper that follows.