Lying flat on her back, her legs were open as far as they could go. Her neck muscles strained as she looked down to drink in the sight of Daddy in front of the bed, on his knees, his face buried in her sopping womanhood.
He knew just what to do. His tongue delivered thrill after thrill with stinging precision. It was nearly too much.
But there was no way she was going to tap out. Not until she rode out her orgasm, wringing every last ounce of pleasure from it that she could possibly extract.
She wanted to reach down and take hold of Daddy. To run her fingers through his thick dark hair. But her fingers just wouldn’t cooperate and release the sheets she was holding in a strong grip. Besides, in the state of frantic ecstasy she was in, she might pull, hurting him.
So, she just gripped the bed tighter.
Matteo continued to probe her sodden channel, his tongue going deeper than she thought possible.
The pressure inside her grew. Oh gosh! It was both rapturous and torturous at the same time!
Her body bucked involuntarily. Her bottom actually came off the bed and thrust into Daddy’s face.
He released a guttural moan, put his hands on her hips to steady her, and drove even deeper, claiming the last possible inch.
She tried to jerk her hips upward in her body’s natural reaction, but Matteo was too strong for that. So, her movements were confined to fluttering her legs like butterfly wings, her thighs slapping against the sides of his face. She clawed at the bed and then slapped the mattress with her open palms.
A loud cry shook the room. Her toes curled. Everything was spinning.
The climax crashed into her and swept her away. Just when she thought it was over, Daddy let her know he wasn’t finished, though. He wanted more. She looked down at him—and he looked up at her—and for a moment she saw the ravenous hunger in his eyes.
Without warning, he stood, took hold of her legs, and flipped her over onto her stomach. He then pulled her toward him until her feet were on his shoulders, on either side of his head.
His hands gripped her cheeks and pulled them apart.
Oh my! Daddy wants all of me!
His tongue stroked her tight hole. The teasing only lasted a moment, because apparently he couldn’t wait any longer.
He invaded her space. She clawed at the bed and tried to crawl forward, out of his release.
But she didn’t truly want to be free.
It was just so overwhelming. Almost too much. Her body was going into panic mode.
Daddy knew what she really wanted and needed. He kept a tight grip on her and took exactly what he desired.
And Annika came again. Hard. She tried to collapse in a heap, but Daddy held her up until he was finished with her.
Through it, she had the wherewithal to know that’s how it was always going to be.
Daddy decided when she had enough. It was up to him to make that determination.
She was sobbing from the intensity of it all by the time he released her and she collapsed into jumbled heap atop the bed.
Her muscles wouldn’t move. Annika was immobilized. Completely paralyzed.
And powerless.
It felt wonderful.
She finally managed to force her head back just so she could catch a glimpse of Daddy. His face was glistening with her release. Yet an insatiable hunger still burned in his pupils.
This was it! He was inching toward her, ready to claim his prize.
But instead, he bent down and curled his hand around the nape of her neck and pulled her to him for another powerful kiss.
