Daddy's Sweet Girl (Montana Daddies 3)

He lapped at the nipple and she could swear the room spun. She’d never felt anything like it. So this was what all the movies and T.V. shows had been trying to depict? This overwhelming sense of pleasure and need and...and hunger.

“Please! Please!” she cried out.

“My baby needs me as much as I need her,” he muttered as he moved his mouth lower.

“Yes. Yes!”

He sat and tugged off her panties, throwing them out of the fort. He stared down at her. “Beautiful. I need to see more. Touch you. Taste all of you. Spread your legs further apart. That’s it. Sir wants to feast.”

Oh fuck, he did not just say that. But then he settled himself on his stomach between her legs...and oh hell, did he feast. First, he spread her open and leaned his face in close, breathing in deep.

Shit. Shit. He was sniffing her? What if he didn’t like her scent?

“Damn, baby, that’s a fucking aphrodisiac.”

Okay, he liked the scent of her. That was good...that was, oh holy shit. He took a long, slow lick of her. He started at the bottom then moved up until he flicked lightly at her clit.

Yes! She let out a low cry as he lapped at her clit. Slow then fast. Then slow again.

Torture. Pure torture. Then he pushed his tongue lower again, against her entrance. And then he drove his tongue inside her. She gasped, her hips driving up as he fucked her passage with his tongue. He placed his thumb on her clit, rubbing it back and forth as he drove her higher and higher. It felt like the build-up went forever and then she crashed. She dove over the edge. Wave after wave of release swamped her as the world faded to nothing around her. Just him. Only him. The movement of his tongue slowed; the touch of his thumb grew lighter until he drew back completely.

She whimpered, not wanting him to leave. But he didn’t go far. He rolled onto his back then lifted her onto him. “You can move your arms now, baby.”

She blushed as she realized they were still behind her head. She pretty much collapsed on top of him. Resting her head on his chest. His heart beat fast and sure beneath her head.

She sighed happily.

“How you doing, baby?” he asked as he ran his hand up and down her back.

“Good,” she said huskily.

“I’m glad. You really lose yourself in an orgasm, don’t you? It always so intense for you?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted.

“I know you didn’t get any pleasure from your encounter with Booger McBride.” Oh crap, he did know Joey’s nickname. “But surely, you’ve given yourself pleasure before. Don’t you masturbate?”

“Not very often,” she whispered. “I mean, I try every now and then but...oh God, am I really talking about how often I masturbate?”

He chuckled. “Yep. And don’t expect it to be the last time. There is nothing that a Little girl can’t say to her daddy or that a sub can’t say to her Dom.”

He pressed up slightly and she felt the head of him knock at her entrance. “Fuck, I want nothing more than to take you bareback.” He rolled her onto her side then reached back into the drawer, she guessed to get a condom.

“You can if you want,” she said shyly.

He froze and turned back to her. “You protected against getting pregnant?”

She nodded. “I’m on the pill for my period pain. And oh God, now I’m talking about period pain...what is wrong with me?”

He kissed her as she stared at him in mortification. “There is nothing wrong with you. Nothing you can’t say to me, baby. And who do you think is going to be taking care of you when you have your period?”

Umm, well, she hadn’t actually given that any thought. But okay, she needed to stop being so squeamish about these things.

“Are you sure? I can wear a condom if you want. I want you protected.”

“I’m sure.”

He leaned in and kissed her. God, she loved when he kissed her. Then he rolled her gently onto her back, pressing himself between her legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck as the head of his cock entered her, stretched her.