Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies 3)

Suddenly he lifted her over his shoulder. She squealed and he slapped his hand down on her onesie-covered ass.

“Kent!”

“That’s Sir to you, sweets. Or Daddy.” He walked into the bedroom and placed her down next to the mattress on the floor. He pulled away the roof of the fort. “Lie down, baby. Now.”

She obeyed the command in his voice, laying on her back. He knelt next to her, reaching for the zipper of her onesie.

“Wait, Kent, I mean, Sir!” She grabbed hold of his hands.

He raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“I just...I mean...are you sure we have to take this off?” Okay, that sounded silly even to her.

“I’m not fucking you in it,” he told her bluntly. “So yes.” He reached for the zipper; she grabbed his hands again. Fuck. Shit. What was she doing? Of course, he had to take it off. “Can I get under the covers?”

“You got a problem with being naked?”

“I’ve got a problem with my pouchy stomach and huge thighs,” she blurted out.

He scowled. “Abby, you’re fucking gorgeous. This shit about your body, it’s all in your head. And I know that means that no matter what I say, you’re probably not going to believe me, so I’m going to have to show you. But first, I’m going to need to get this onesie off you. Okay?”

“Okay,” she replied nervously, letting go of his hands. “I’m sorry, I’m just nervous and I’m not really sure what to do and I want to make this good for you.”

He smiled at her gently. Then he ran his finger down his face. “You don’t have to worry about what to do or making this good for me. That’s my job. I’m in charge. All you worry about is doing what I tell you and that will please me greatly. Can you do that?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir,” she repeated shyly.

“I like hearing you call me Sir.”

“You do?” she asked breathlessly as he undid the zip and tugged off her onesie, revealing her breasts. He sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh hell, yes. I do. Damn you’re beautiful.”

She was? She didn’t think so. But the way he stared at her...okay, maybe he was right. She probably wouldn’t believe the words out of his mouth. But when he gazed at her like she was a Christmas present he couldn’t wait to unwrap...well, she found herself slightly less worried about being naked in front of him.

And she liked that she was pleasing him. She wanted to do more to take away that frown from his face. To make him smile. From their conversations, she gathered he worked a lot. And his work sounded stressful and sometimes dangerous. The more she could do to ease that stress, the better.

He drew the onesie off each arm and then grabbing it, tugged it down her hips.

He ran his hand down her stomach then cupped her panty-covered mound. Her heart raced. “Fuck me, baby. I need you so bad.”

She glanced down at his cock and saw the truth in his words. Her bit her lip. He’d grown longer, thicker. The head was a purplish-pink color. She’d never thought of a cock as beautiful before, but she had that fleeting thought before he dragged the onesie off her ankles and threw it aside.

Then before she could grow nervous or think about hiding herself, he laid himself over her. His forearms held him up so she didn’t have to take his entire weight. He leaned in and kissed her. This kiss was hot. His tongue was demanding, he nipped at her lip, he kissed his way along her jawline to tug at her ear. He laid a kiss behind her ear and she swore she felt it all the way down to her clit.

Her breath grew raspy. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She should do something, give him pleasure in return, she just didn’t know what.

“You’re thinking too hard,” he said as he laid tiny nips down her throat.

“I don’t know what to do,” she groaned. “How to please you.” Because when it got down to it, that’s what she truly wanted. To please him.

“Obeying me, pleases me. Not holding back pleases me. But I’ve got a way of helping you let go.” He rolled and she made a noise of protest, reaching for him.

“Don’t leave.”

He glanced back. “I’m not leaving baby. I’m just getting something.” He crawled off the mattress then stood and walked over to the closet and she made a low noise of pleasure as she watched his ass. Oh God. Who knew he’d have such a gorgeous ass?