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He touched my head. His hand was gentle — he didn’t shove my head forward or anything, just threaded his fingers carefully through my hair while his cock leaked all over my tongue.

“Oh, sweetheart. Your mouth feels so fucking good. It’s been so long.” He was groaning, fingers curling into my hair now. I liked it. I liked feeling him losing control. “I haven’t had a woman’s lips wrapped around me in…fuck, it must be six years now.”

That sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I was the one who had the privilege of touching him for the first time in years. Me. It felt like a gift. It felt like an honor.

I sucked his throbbing member, knowing I was sloppy and messy, feeling spit drip slowly down my chin. I took him out of my mouth so I could flick my tongue at the head. “Tell me you’re proud of me.” My voice was raspy after my throat had been working hard. “Tell me you’re proud of me, Daddy.”

I had never used that word before. Never. I don’t know where it came from. It just slipped out. But as soon as I said it, it felt right in the moment.

Logan’s eyes snapped open and he looked down at me, mouth parting. “What did you just say?”

Part of me wanted to pretend I hadn’t said anything. I felt my cheeks heat. But — and it might’ve been my imagination — I swore his cock twitched in my hand. And that gave me the confidence I needed.

“Tell me you’re proud of me, Daddy.” I kept my gaze steady, and slowly lowered my head, wrapping my lips around the crown.

His shock melted away, replaced by lust. His head tipped back, exposing the column of his throat, the scruff on the underside of his jaw. “Ohh. Oh, fuck. Ohhhhh. Oh god.” He sounded like he was losing his mind. “Fuck yes, Daddy’s really proud of you. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come down your throat.” He grunted, and then shook as he unloaded into my mouth, the muscles in his stomach jumping.

I swallowed greedily, feeling proud of myself.Ihad done that.Ihad pulled him apart.

“I’m sorry,” he said afterwards, catching his breath. “I’m sorry, no one’s ever called me that before. I didn’t think it’d affect me so much.” He inhaled deeply, chest moving with the motion. “So that daddy stuff. You like it, or…?”

I made a show of licking my lips and swallowing. “What do you think?” I murmured.

He visibly blushed. “I just…I’ve never done anything like that, but it definitely… I’m sorry I came so quickly. It’s just…it’s been a really…a really long time for me.” He suddenly looked nervous. “Do you think Daddy could eat your pussy?”

CHAPTER FOUR

Of fucking course.Instead of saying that, though, I nodded and smiled.

His shoulders slumped with relief. “Thank fucking god. Come here.”

I obediently crawled over to where he sat, getting into his lap. He didn’t waste any time shoving my pants to the side and playing with my slit. “You’re soaked,” he murmured. “Did sucking Daddy’s cock get you this wet, sweetheart?”

I moaned in response. I don’t think I trusted myself to manage the wordyes. I rocked my hips, trying to get him to touch me more.

One of his fingers landed on my clit, and I gasped.

“You like that?” he asked. “You like it when Daddy touches you here? It’s your sensitive spot, isn’t it? It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“So good.” My voice came out slurred, like I was drunk. “I — I…I want your…”

“Use your words,” he said.

“Your tongue. On my clit. Now. Please.”

“Oh you want Daddy to lick your clit?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, please, Daddy.”

A second later I was on my back, his massive body on top of me. His hands wrapped around my thighs and pulled them apart, and then his head was between my legs. I could feel hishot breath against my pussy, and fought the urge to squirm. Every nerve of my body felt like it was on fire.

Using his thumbs, he spread my pussy apart, exposing my clit. Then his wet tongue flattened over it in one long lick.

Holy shit. Holy fucking fuck.

I must’ve jerked with the sensation, but his hands kept me still, stopped me from moving. “Mm,” he groaned, sending vibrations through my pussy. “You taste so good. I could eat you all night.”

I couldn’t respond. All I could do was jerk my hips, wanting his tongue on me again.