Sheriff Daddy’s Dreamy Little by Jess Winters

CHAPTER EIGHT

 

 

 

 

 

EVA

I led Eva back towards the bedroom. She was dripping water everywhere, but didn’t seem to mind. She told me she wasn’t cold, she felt nice and warm from the tub.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to dry you off, baby girl?” I asked.

She swung her hair over her head and sprayed the wall with water, giggling at her efforts.

“I’m good, Daddy. I’m used to being wet all the time.”

“Is that so,” I said.

She giggled again. I sat on the edge of the bed and patted my knee, gesturing for her to lay across my lap.

“Is this where you punish me?” she asked, eyes dancing with amusement.

“Yes, but you better not like it,” I said, though of course this was a joke.

I would love if she enjoyed it. And I knew she would, for the second she lay across my lap I saw her back arch, one of the first signs that she was turned on by something.

I raised my hand once and slapped her, not as hard as I could at first, testing the water.

She responded with pleasure, like I knew she would, even going so far as to arch her head to look at me.

“More?” I asked, winking at her.

She nodded.

“You’re a very naughty girl indeed,” I said, raising my hand to slap her again.

This time I went harder. Pink handprints began to form on her ass, though it was hard to view some of them as she had quite a nice tan covering most of her body.

“That feels so good Daddy,” she said.

I slapped her again.

“Promise you’re going to behave from now on,” I told her.

“I promise,” she said, voice hitching as I slapped her again.

“Excellent. Now be a good Little and get on your knees for your Daddy. Don’t you want to please him?”

She nodded.

“I want to please you so bad,” she said, already reaching for the zipper on my pants.

I swatted her hand away playfully. “Not yet love, you have to be patient.”

“But Daddy it’s so hard,” she moaned.

I stood and undid my belt first, letting it drop to the ground with a dramatic thud. Next I unbuttoned my pants, then tugged down the zipper. Finally, I stepped free of my boxers and jeans, but I made sure to do so slowly, so Eva would have to wait more.

I was quite enjoying teasing her, and I knew she was enjoying it as well.

“It looks so much bigger,” she said.

“It is big,” I said. “Are you ready?”

She nodded, reaching for my erect cock with her small hands. I watched as she guided it towards her mouth, taking in only the head at first.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” I asked her.

She nodded, surprising me by taking most of my girth in her mouth.

It felt so good I had to sit back down. Bolts of lightning were coursing through my erection, I felt as though I was going to come any minute if I wasn’t careful.

It was clear that the magic between Eva and I was far from over. She was an electrifying lover, a compassionate person, and the most perfect Little.

I was ecstatic to be proposing to her over dinner. So ecstatic, it seemed, that I could hardly wait.

“I’m going to come soon,” I told her.

She seemed to be happy about this, flickering her tongue all around until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“You should probably move,” I told her, reaching for the towel I’d brought into the room.

To my surprise, she pulled me closer, not letting go of her vice-grip son my thighs until I was spreading my warm juices into her waiting mouth.

She moaned as she lapped me up, enjoying every second of it.

When she was done, she sat up and wiped her hand across her mouth.

“That was so good, Daddy,” she said.

“Thank you, baby girl, that was incredible.”

I rose to fetch her a glass of water, stopping in the doorway to glance back at the beautiful vixen who was soon to be my fiancé.

Eva was laying on the floor, swishing her legs around the thick, plush carpet. She seemed utterly content to be laying there, having just given me the best orgasm of my life.

I went into the kitchen, quickly grabbing her water before heading back upstairs. I wanted to make sure I was taking proper care of her.

When I returned, I noticed she was in the same spot, just as relaxed, and humming.

“Oh, thank you Daddy, I was getting thirsty,” she said, taking the glass happily from my hands.

“Of course, my pleasure.”

I watched as she drank the whole thing in a few swift gulps.

“My, you sure we’re thirsty,” I said.

She nodded. “And now I’m hungry, too. Can we please get something to eat soon?”

I didn’t realize how much time had passed by. And I had just the dress for her, stored away in my closet until I found my perfect match.

“Of course we can, baby. But first we’re going to need to get changed. I want you looking nothing short of spectacular for tonight.”

I kissed her on the top of her head before heading off to fetch her dress.