Daddy's Enticing Little Princess (Wounded Daddies 12)
CHAPTER FIVE
Tabitha
“Oh, Fi,” I say into the phone. “It’s so much better than I ever imagined it could be.”
She laughs and says, “You were saying that before Christmas.”
“Well, it is.”
“Evidently,” she says, “because you’ve said it every day almost. What is it, four months now? Every day.” She makes a mimicky voice, “Having a Daddy is so much better than I thought. Having a Daddy is so wonderful. My Daddy has a huge cock!”
I gasp and shriek, “I never talked about his… his…”
“Cock? Dick? Penis? John Thomas? Trouser snake?” I’m giggling like crazy even though I feel my cheeks hot as hell from embarrassment. “Dong? Peter? Stiffie? Wood? Skin Flute?”
“Skin flute?” I’m giggling uncontrollably now.
“I don’t make these words,” she says. “I just say them.”
“Well, I didn’t say anything about Neil’s.”
“About my what?” Neil asks as he steps out of the bedroom. He’s only wearing a towel, and his hair is still damp from his shower.”
“Gotta go,” I say and hang up. “That was my friend Serafina,” I say. “She was just making jokes.”
He walks up to me and sits down. His closeness is wonderful. “My what?” he asks.
I giggle and say, “She was pretending I talk about you all the time.”
He laughs and says, “My what?”
I slide off the couch so I’m in front of him and let my hands slide up his thighs. When I have my hands on his what, I say, “this.”
He raises an eyebrow and says, “And what were you two talking about where that came up?”
I smiled and said, “Well, you’re right about it coming up, and maybe that means there’s a better thing I can do with my mouth than talk about it.”
He chuckles and says, “You can be a real handful, little girl.”
I move the towel out of the way with my free hand. “You’re definitely a handful, Daddy,” I say.
“What am I going to do with you, little girl?” he asks.
“Right now, Daddy,” I say with a giggle. “It’s more about what I’m going to do with you.” Before he can reply, I put my mouth on him and I feel a thrill with how he moans. I go about things energetically and it isn’t long before he lifts my head up and reaches for me. “Please, Daddy,” I ask hoarsely. “Can… Can I do this just for you this time?” I don’t even realize I’m stroking him as I ask.
He stroked my cheek and asks, “Are you… I mean, is everything okay?”
I giggle and say, “Daddy, we’ve been together since Christmas. I’ve never done this for you and I want to.”
He looks confused. “Baby, you’ve given me blowjobs.”
I shake my head and then stop. I even stop stroking. I ask, “is a little girl allowed to contradict her Daddy?”
He smiles, “When appropriate. But you have.”
I start stroking again. “I haven’t Daddy. I’ve put my mouth on you but I’ve never made you… Uh, you never finished because of my mouth. It was foreplay, not a bl… not what you said.”
He looks at me like I’m the most adorable human being on Earth, and I love the look. “And you want to do it as more than foreplay.” I nod eagerly and he says, “Okay little girl but I swear to God the next time I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand.”