Daddy's Little Angel (Daddy 4)

He’d thrust an inch into her and then pull out only to go farther the next time.

“Oh,” she cried out.

He reached around her and started pressing on her clit as he slowly pushed into her until he bottomed out inside her.

“There, baby. You took all of me. I’m proud of you.”

She nodded, as though she was afraid to move too much.

He stayed still to let her get used to his invasion and then started thrusting slowly in and out of her. Before long, they were both panting and groaning, ready to blow.

“Please, daddy.”

“I know, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

He gritted his teeth when her body tightened unbearably on his cock, and she whimpered and cried out for more. She screamed as she orgasmed and pushed back against him.

He released her clit and held her hips up as he rammed his cock into her tight ass over and over before his orgasm hit him. The sensation started as a tingle on the bottom of his spine and became hotter and more significant as it spread throughout his body.

A deep groan tore from him as his cum filled her sensitive cavity, making her explode again.

Chapter Eighteen

When he was able to move, Patrick kept his cock inside her and tipped them both to the side. Neither had the energy to move and needed the closeness they found with each other a while longer. They both dozed for a while as they steadied their breathing.

He nuzzled the back of her head. “What did you think?”

“I’m not sure. I think I’m dead,” she mumbled, making him chuckle. Eve moaned when Patrick pulled out.

He kissed between her shoulder blades, “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll be right back,” he said as he went to the bathroom. He was back a minute later and picked her up.

She sleepily wrapped her arms around his neck.

He set her down in the shower. “Are you steady enough?”

She grabbed hold of his arm and nodded.

He soaped her body and rinsed it before he set her on a seat in the shower. He quickly washed himself and turned off the water.

“Let’s get you out.” He dried them both and carried her back to the bed. He made a call down to the kitchen, hung up, and walked into the closet. He came back with one of his shirts and a pair of gym shorts for himself.

“Agnes is leaving for the night. We have the whole house to ourselves. Dinner’s in the warming drawer and dessert is in the fridge. Are you hungry, baby girl?”

She nodded as she did up a few buttons on the shirt he’d handed her. “Yes.”

“Then let’s go, baby,” he said and held out his hand.

They pulled out the plates Agnes had made up for them and took them into the dining room to eat. He pulled out a bottle of wine and poured two glasses for them.

“I’ve never had wine before.”

“See if you like it. If you don’t, I’ll get you something else to drink.”

She brought the glass up to her nose and sniffed before bringing it to her mouth. Then she took a sip. She looked up at him, surprised. “This is really good.”

He smiled and sat. They dove into the prime rib, seasoned potatoes, and asparagus Agnes had made for them.

“This is so good,” she commented between bites.