Daddy’s Insatiable Little by Jess Winters

CHAPTER SIX

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MARCUS

I hurried my head between Lola’s thighs and tasted her sweet juices.

She was moaning softly, every so often whispering my name. I slid a finger inside of her and she cried out in ecstasy.

I knew I had to keep her, but it would need to wait. That discussion, of whether or not I was going to be her daddy, would need to be had later, after we’d both had our fun.

For now, I wanted to remain present in the moment, with her.

It was still gorgeous outside, though the sun was hidden behind the clouds. I could feel a luxurious breeze blowing across my back and the tops of my hands, and everything was cool and soft.

When Lola came in my mouth, her legs buckled and she groaned out my name. I pressed my tongue further against her, wanting to make her orgasm as intense as possible.

Rising from my perch, I wiped off my beard and began unbuckling my pants.

It seemed she couldn’t wait to take me inside of her, for soon there was a second pair of hands helping to take off my pants. Soon I was free of my jeans, my cock hard as an iron rod and out in the open.

She gasped when she saw me, face flushed.

“Turn over, baby girl,” I instructed her.

“Okay Daddy,” she said, gasping after she spoke. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to call you that—I mean, I’m not trying to make you think I want you, um, in that kind of way…”

“Calm down babe it’s okay,” I said, trying to reassure her. “I’d be honored to be your Daddy.”

“Really?” she beamed.

I chucked. “Yes, really. Now turn over, this is starting to get painful from all the waiting.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, not a hint of hesitation in her voice.

She turned over and I slid inside of her dripping warm pussy, hungry for her.

Taking Lola from behind was an experience I had been dreaming about for days. She moaned loudly, begged me to pull back her hair, which was fastened in a tight ponytail.

I did as I was told, which only made her wetter.

“I’m going to come again,” she told me.

“Wait for me,” I instructed her. “I’m almost there.”

“Okay Daddy but hurry, it’s so intense.”

She twisted beneath me, writhing in both ecstasy and agony, until finally I came and she released her second orgasm, both of us collapsing in joy.

After a few minutes of lying there, heavily breathing, I asked if she wanted to take a shower with me.

“Can I have a bath instead?” she asked, pouting at me.

“Anything you want, baby girl,” I told her.

She followed me towards the second floor and I started filling the tub with hot water.

Once she had acclimated to the warm water, I began soaping up her body. It was nearly impossible not to want to make love to her again. She looked so gorgeous, with soap on her breasts and neck.

I would have kissed her, but I wanted to make sure she got properly clean before we spent the rest of the day in each other’s arms.

“That feels so good, Daddy,” she whispered as I began teasing her nipples, running my hands up and down her stomach.

“You know, I’ve never met anyone like you,” she said.

I let her inch back towards me, resting her now-wet hair against my chest.

“Well I’ve never met anyone like you,” I told her.

“Really?”

“Yup. My ex-girlfriend was a real nightmare, and when she left me she took most of my friends with her. She had a real knack for twisting the truth.”

“What happened between you two?”

Where was I to start with all of that? After sleeping with my friends, she had broken my heart, then gotten mad at me. She told me I was never there for her, even though I’d risked my promotion by taking off work to appease her.

Still, it seemed no matter what I did she wasn’t happy.

When I told all of this to Lola, she seemed visibly upset.

“Your ex sounds horrendous,” she told me, after a few moments of silence passed by.

“Yeah, she wasn’t the best. I’ve dated a few women since then, but none of them compare to you.”

“Really, Daddy?”

She leaned up and kissed me on the neck. I let out an involuntary sigh, perplexed at how such a wonderful creature had come into my life.

Slowly, Lola’s hands made their way across my chiseled chest, shoulders, then my back.

“Baby girl what are you doing,” I murmured. “You’re going to send me over the edge again.”

“Ooh, what if I want you to go over the edge?” she teased.

She slid her hand down and I leaned my head back and groaned.

“Oh, you’re hard again aren’t you Daddy,” she murmured.

“Come here,” I commanded. “You’re being a naughty Little, aren’t you?”

She giggled. I rose from the tub, scooping her into my arms and carrying her towards the bedroom.

I lay her down, though we were both still soaking wet. If I spanked her it would probably hurt more than it normally would.

“Are you going to punish me, Daddy?” she asked.

When I told her I was, she only stuck her tongue out at me and erupted into a fit of giggles.

“You are so bad,” I said, raising my hand to spank her once, hard.

She squealed from pain and pleasure, arching her back from the force of the slap.

“You okay, baby girl?” I asked.

“Yes, Daddy. It feels kinda good,” she whispered.

I slapped her again, loving the way her cries of pain had turned into cries of pleasure.

After her ass was nice and red, I slid my hand between her thighs and into her dripping wet pussy.

I fingered her until she came again, and then I climbed on top of her, ready to go again.

“You feel so good,” she said, turning back to look at me.

I lifted her so she was on her knees and began thrusting in and out with such force we both came again within seconds.

I groaned, flopping back on the bed.

“What are you doing to me, Lola,” I said.

She traced her fingers across my wet chest hair and smiled at me.

“I’m so happy, Daddy,” she said softly.

“Me too, baby girl.”