Page 34 of Smoke
“You’re going to kill me, babygirl. Yes, you can taste me.”
Dropping her head she took my cock into her mouth, flicking her tongue as she swallowed me the rest of the way down. Fisting my hand in her head, I moaned. “Fucking hell, Little one.”
Bobbing her head, she wasted no time in setting a rhythm that had my toes looking like they were doing rhythmic gymnastics.
“Ashley, pull off, baby,” I said.
“Why?” she pouted after popping off my dick.
“Because the first time I come with you, I want it to be in your sweet little cunt.”
“Oh,” she answered, flushing. “Okay.”
I laughed as she laid back on her back. “If you insist.”
Sassy girl.
Climbing back between her thighs, I brushed my cock over her swollen clit.
“Daddy,” she whined.
“I know, babygirl. I’m being so mean.”
“Terrible,” she agreed.
Lifting her leg and opening her back up to me, I settled myself against her before slowly easing in. She was wet and hot, and felt too damn good. “Oh, baby. You feel amazing.” I told her, rocking in and out. The sounds of her arousal filled the room.
“Daddy, you feel good too—so good,” she cried. She wrapped her uninjured arm around me.
“It feels good for my girl, huh?” I said.
“So good,” she cried, her pussy pulsing around me.
“Daddy’s going to make sure you feel good all the time,” I promised as we continued our sweet loving—making silent promises to love each other forever.
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Ashley
I held Daddy’s hand as Elliot looked over his arm.
“Do I want to know how you got this?” he asked Dawson.
“No. You really don’t.”
Elliot nodded sharply. “I don’t fucking like it, but I won’t ask questions.”
“I appreciate it.”
“Whoever cleaned this up, though, needs to learn how to do a fucking stitch. You can’t just bandage a bullet wound after you remove a damn slug,” Elliot said, digging through his medical bag angrily.
“I’ll pass that along,” Dawson said calmly. I didn’t think he was actually calm, though. His jaw was tight and I heard him grinding his teeth.
I stroked the back of his hand with my thumb and when he looked over at me I tried to send him a reassuring smile.
“Are you okay, Little girl?” he asked me.
Despite Elliot being in the room, I frowned. “I’m babygirl!” I exclaimed, annoyed I needed to tell him again.
