Daddy's Little Sweetheart (Daddy 15)
Chapter Eleven
“Absolutely.” He thrust his finger into her until he could go no farther. He pumped inside of her until she was thrashing against this chest. His arm tightened, pinning her against him.
“More…”
Jesus, she was so fucking sexy. It was killing him not to be able to turn her until she leaned over the rim of the tub, moving in behind her and fucking her blind.
He pulled his finger out and then pushed back in with two. Fuck, she was so fucking tight, he knew she’d strangle his cock when he finally got it into her. He pressed his mouth against her temple. “I want you to say, ‘Make me come, Daddy.’”
“Make me come, Daddy. Please.” She writhed against him, making needy sounds that about drove him over.
He rammed his fingers into her and then used his other hand to pinch her clit, making her cry out. She screamed and tightened on him. He slowed when she came down from her climax. He moved his hands up and wrapped his arms around her as she shivered in his arms.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
She nodded. “Can we do that again?”
He threw back his head and laughed. “We can do that as many times as you want. All you have to do is ask.”
She grinned over her shoulder. “Again.”
“The next time I touch you, I want to be in a bed. Right now, we’re turning into prunes.”
She giggled. “Wait. I was supposed to wash you.”
“Next time.” He stood, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around his waist before he pulled the drain. He lifted her and set her on the bathmat before reaching for another towel. Then he patted her dry and took down her hair to finger-comb it. “This is pretty, baby.”
“Thank you.”
“Let’s get our teeth brushed and then into bed. How does that sound?”
“Good. Um … do I get my nightgown?”
He shook his head. “No. If you stay with me, you’ll sleep naked every night in our bed. Will you be able to handle that?”
Her eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yes.” He grinned.
“I … I’d like that.”
“Good.”
Duncan snorted a few times when she tried to hide her body with an arm over her breasts and her legs crossed, but he didn’t reprehend her on it. In time, she’d get used to being naked in front of him.
He made sure the lights were off and the door locked before he tossed his towel to the side and slid into bed. There was enough light coming in through the windows that he could see her clearly, and he almost laughed.
He lay on his side and propped himself up, then rested his head in his hand so he could study her. “What are you doing?” he asked when she lay as stiff as a board with the blanket up to her chin.
“I’m just a little nervous.”
“You don’t have to be, sweetheart. Nothing has to happen tonight. I just want to hold you. Okay?”
“Okay,” she murmured.
“Come closer.”
She timidly moved over next to him and set her head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her. He slid his hand up and down her back and grinned when she started to wiggle.