Daddy's Angel (Montana Daddies 7)

He always made her feel good. Whether he was giving her pleasure or not.

“My Little. My girl. My angel.” He slid his finger back under her bikini bottoms. But this time, he slid his finger straight inside her. She clenched around him.

“That’s it. Suck me in. Fuck, baby.” He drove his finger back and forth as he played with her nipple with his other hand.

“Damn, want to taste you. Gonna take you to the other side.” He moved backward, pulling her along with him, into the darker side of the pool.

“Float on your back, hold onto the railing.” He helped her lie back with her arms over her head, grasping hold of the railing. Then he grabbed hold of her bikini bottoms, dragging them off and throwing them to the side of the pool.

She made a mental note to get them later. She didn’t need Dominic finding them. Then her brain stopped working, all thoughts leaking away as he moved between her legs, drawing them over his shoulders as he grasped her around the waist and raised her pussy out of the water so he could feast on her.

And feast he did.

Her breath came in harsh pants as he circled her clit with his tongue then flicked at it firmly. He removed one hand from her hip and reached under her to part her cheeks. Her breath hitched.

“When we get back to your bedroom, one of those training plugs is going in this ass.”

She groaned at the thought. Christ. That just drove her arousal higher. He pressed a finger against her back hole. She tensed, then relaxed as she just lightly massaged over her puckered entrance. His tongue continued to flick at her clit, driving her more and more insane. She had to use all her control not to move or thrash around, not wanting to send waves of water everywhere.

Her breath came faster, the sensation of him playing with her ass only drove her wilder.

“Please! Please!” she cried out.

“Come, baby. I want your screams.”

It seemed those were the words she needed to hear as she gave in, falling over the edge, a scream of pleasure erupting from her lungs. He continued to lightly lap at her clit until she came down from her high. Then he gently helped her out of the pool, wrapping her in a towel, grabbing one to pull around himself before drawing her up into his arms.

Just as well, since she didn’t think her legs could hold her. He carried her to her bedroom and through to the bathroom, setting her down next to the shower. He turned the heater on then the shower.

r /> “Take your top off then turn around and grasp hold of the counter, legs spread wide.”

Oh fuck. He really was going to plug her. He disappeared before she could say anything. With fingers that shook from a mixture of excitement and trepidation, she undid her bikini top. Then she turned and grasped hold of the counter, pushing her legs out as he walked back in.

He held a plug in one hand, a tube of what she guessed was lube in the other.

“Good girl,” he told her in a low voice, filled with approval.

Damn, he was so hot. He’d lost the towel and was walking around naked. All those muscles encased in dark, smooth skin.

Scrumptious.

Her body didn’t care that she’d just had a spectacular orgasm. She wanted more. She grew more turned on as she watched him lube up the plug. He moved in behind her, his eyes catching hers in the mirror above the sink.

“Want this, baby?”

She nodded.

“Words,” he prompted.

“Yes, please.”

“Remember, you have a safeword.”

She did. But she wouldn’t need it. She knew he wouldn’t push her past her boundaries. He pressed her ass cheeks apart.

“Just relax,” he murmured to her. “Deep breath in.”

She felt the tip of the plug against her back entrance. Holy shit. Her clit was throbbing in anticipation.