Page 33 of Smoke
“How is it different?” I was enamored with the way her mouth twisted into the sweetest pout.
“Because I’m Daddy,” was all I said before taking her clit in my mouth again.
Delicious sounds of pleasure fell from her mouth and her thighs tensed over my shoulders and despite it pressing down on the bandage, I didn’t mind. An intense feeling of possession filled me as I brought her pleasure. I slid two fingers into her heat, curling them upward and stroking gently.
“D-Dawson,” she cried.
“Let it feel good, Little one,” I whispered against her bare skin.
“I need...” she whined before a shiver tore through her.
It was so raw, so real, that my cock leaked in my sweatpants. “Fuck me, babygirl. I’m going to give you what you need,” I groaned, looking up at her. I ran my free hand up her belly and to her chest, cupping a breast in my hand.
“Please, please!” she sobbed, her head rolling side to side as she tried to grind her cunt against me. “I need to come. Please!”
Taking pity on her and sucking her clit back in my mouth, I flicked it rapidly with my tongue. Her legs shook even harder and her body tensed right before she came apart.
“Dawson! Daddy!” she screamed, her cries echoing around the room.
Gently licking her through her orgasm was no great feat. I cherished every cry, every plea, every tremble her body gave me. My head spun from her pleasure and my new title.
Once I knew she was done and she’d given me every ounce of pleasure, I pressed a kiss to each side of her pussy and climbed back up her body.
Her hands pushed at my sweatpants and I grabbed her injured one, easing it back onto the bed. “I need you to keep your arm down on the bed, babygirl. If you can’t keep it down, I’m going to have to stop,” I scolded her gently.
“No, Dawson! Don’t stop. I’ll keep it down, I promise.”
“Oh, babygirl. You think after I heard you call me Daddy from that sweet mouth of yours, you’re going to get away with calling me Dawson?”
She averted her eyes and I cupped the back of her head with the palm of my hand. “Look at me, Ashley Emery.”
When I had her full attention again, I said, “My name is Daddy to you, Little one.”
Daddy! We has a Daddy! my Little cried.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Try again,” I said, brushing my lips against hers.
“Yes, Daddy,” she answered, her breath fanning across my face.Yes, Daddy!
“Fucking perfect.”
Sliding my sweatpants down my legs, I let my cock rest against her thigh.
“Can I see you?” she asked, her voice breathy.
Sitting back on my knees I moved to the side of her, trying not to wince as my skin pulled.
After I helped her sit up, she wrapped her hand around my shaft. “You’re so big.”
Smiling, I rubbed her back. “You’re good for my ego.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t keep talking like that, it might make you… cocky,” she said before snorting in laughter.
I laughed too.
“Can I taste you?” she asked, trailing her finger through my precum.
