Daddy's Angel (Montana Daddies 7)

She knew she was bright red. Just knew it. “I. . .umm. . .no.”

“Fucking bastard.?

? He studied her for a moment. “Don’t worry, baby. You’re going to be ready for me. I’ll make sure of that. You okay with me taking control? We can go slower. Like I said before, we can go as far as you are comfortable with.”

“Oh, I’m comfortable with it all,” she blurted out. “More than comfortable. I want this. Badly. I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”

He snorted. “Not a fucking chance in hell. I’ll be fucking ecstatic if all you’re comfortable with is me eating you out.”

“You. . .you want to do. . .that?”

“Fuck. Yes.”

“What if I don’t like it?”

“Pretty sure you will, but if there’s ever anything you don’t like, you just tell me. Or you say your safeword, got it? I’ll stop. But baby, I hope to fuck you like this because there is nothing, I want more than to bury my tongue in your pussy.”

“Ohh. . .well, I’d quite like to try that.”

He grinned and just shook his head. “Bend your knees for me. And put your feet flat on the mattress. Spread them nice and wide. Fuck, yes, baby. You follow instructions so beautifully. Do you know how fucking hard I am for you?”

“No. Could you show me?”

She really wanted to see how hard he was. Even more to touch him. Maybe she should take him into her mouth. She’d never done it before, but it couldn’t be that hard, right?

“Soon, angel. Keep your hands and legs where they are, understand? No moving or you’ll have to be punished.”

Her heart raced even faster at the thought. But then he lay down on the mattress, his head between her open legs. He used his fingers to part her lower lips then ran his tongue along her slick folds, circling the tight nub at the top before pressing his tongue over her entrance. Again, and again. Until she was trembling from need, her breath coming in sharp pants.

She had a tight grip on the headboard as he finally penetrated her with his tongue. His thumb moved to her clit, flicking it gently as he drove his tongue in and out of her passage. Her orgasm built. She was so close.

She cried out as he replaced his tongue with two fingers.

“Please! Please!”

“Do you need to come, angel?” he crooned.

“Yes. Yes, please!”

“Then come for me.” He circled her clit with his tongue slowly. Too slowly. Then he flicked it firmly. His finger moved in and out of her passage and she screamed, clenching down, her orgasm washing through her with a ferocity that was almost terrifying. She had never felt anything like this before. Hadn’t even known it was possible to feel this amazing.

“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing her inner thigh. “Fuck, you taste delicious. And those sounds you make when you come, I’m gonna hear those in my dreams.”

She bit down on her lip. Maybe she should be embarrassed by that. But she wasn’t.

“You can let go of the headboard now,” he told her as he stood and started stripping off his jeans. “Still want to keep going?”

She nodded. Oh yes. She wanted more. She was feeling decidedly greedy. She watched as he drew down his jeans and boxers, revealing a thick, long cock. He was erect, the fat head glistened with pre-cum. She licked her lips as she crawled to the end of the bed.

“Can I taste you?” she asked.

“You sure you want to do that? You don’t have to. It isn’t something you have to do just because I had my mouth on you. ‘Cause, baby, after tasting you I can tell you I’ll be wanting to do that every day.”

“You do?” She glanced up at him in shock.

His eyes were set at half-mast and he took hold of his cock, moving his hand up and down the thick shaft. “Hell, yes. You are fucking delicious. You just became my favorite treat.”

“Bain!” she protested