Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies 3)

“As ready as I’ll ever be, Sir.”

Rustling noises, that telltale sound of lube being expelled from the bottle. Then his finger ran between her ass cheeks, pushing it deep inside her, spreading lube around. She moaned softly. She couldn’t help it. She loved this feeling of being penetrated.

“That’s my girl, relax for Daddy.”

Two fingers. Oh hell. Felt so good. And so full. He withdrew his fingers and slowly started to insert the plug. Her insides were stretched. The burn now just wasn’t on the outside of her ass. She took a deep breath out, forcing herself to relax.

KENT STARED DOWN AT the plug disappearing into her ass. His cock throbbed with the need to take its place. He wanted to drive himself deep. Hear her whimpering as she struggled to take his dick.

Okay, calm down.

Slow down. Take your time. You have to prepare her. Make it good for her.

He twisted the plug when it was halfway inside her. He’d hated having her anywhere near Markovich. He’d wanted to attack the bastard for even thinking he got to breathe his precious girl’s air. But common sense had prevailed.

Just.

But now, he needed this. To be in complete command. To demand her submission. As Sir and Daddy. He finally seated the plug deep and just took a moment to stare at her. Then he started to strip.

“I need a taste of that pussy, sweet girl.” He lay on his back between her legs and grabbing hold of her hips, pulled her pussy down to his mouth. He started by lapping at her. Just soft, slow licks of his tongue that he knew had to be driving her insane. Her body shook over him. Her breath coming in soft pants.

“Sir!” she cried out.

“Yes?”

“More? Please?”

“More what?” he asked.

A beat of silence. He went back to his gentle exploration. Fuck, the taste of her was amazing. Freaking addictive.

“Please touch my clit. Make me come. I need you. I need to come. Please, Sir. Please, Daddy.”

“Poor baby. So wet. So hot. Let me see what I can do.” This time, he concentrated on her clit, flicking at it in hard drives of his tongue. Faster. Faster. He felt trembles rock her body, then she stiffened, her cries growing more frantic and as he felt the first wave of her orgasm hit her, he moved his tongue to her entrance and drove it home. She convulsed around him and he drank her down, reveling in her cries.

He lapped at her as she came back down from her high, her thighs trembling. His cock ached; his balls so tight he was in pain. Coming out from under her he moved to lay next to her, rolling onto his side to face her as he ran his hand up and down her back.

“How you doing, baby? Okay?”

She turned her head. The look on her face could only be described as pure bliss. “Yeah, you could say that.”

Leaning in, he kissed her lightly then deeper. Need drove him. Fiery. Hard. All-consuming.

“I need you, baby. So fucking much.”

“Take me. I’m ready for you.”

He grinned at her fiercely. “That’s my girl.”

Without waiting another second, because he wanted inside her now, he moved around behind her on his knees and grasping hold of the bottle of lube, he squirted some on his hand to rub up and down his thick shaft.

He had to clench his jaw together in order to maintain his control. Fuck, he was too close to the edge. He took a moment just to breathe and calm down before playing with her, driving the plug in and out, twisting it, listening and loving the way her moans filled the room.

Finally, he drew the plug fully out then threw it away and grabbed hold of his shaft.

“Here we go, baby girl. Stay nice and relaxed for me.” Fuck him, if that wasn’t one of the best sensations in the world. There were better, of course. Fucking her pussy. Watching her smile at him in happiness. Her calling him Daddy.

But this was definitely up there. He pushed past the tight ring of muscle. Her pants grew harder.