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Story: Boone

He traced the tip of his tongue along the vein pulsing in her neck. She cried out, using her thighs to grind her mound against the bulge of his shaft. “Oh! Daddy. Oh, god. Please.”

The natural taste of her skin drove him higher as his cock screamed with need. But his cock was going to have to wait. He raked his teeth across her neck and bit softly. She yelped in surprise.

He soothed the bite with his tongue. “Please, what, babygirl?”

A shiver danced across her body. “I… I don’t… I can’t think when you do that.”

He chuckled against her neck, causing another shiver to skitter across her skin to pebble her nipples harder. He should do something about that.

Taking his time, he ran his eyes across her gorgeous breasts. They were his favorite size, perfect for his hands with rosy pink nipples and the taste of sugar and sin. Nothing was more important in that moment than tasting them. He pressed his lips to one tight bud and almost lost the smattering of control he had left when she moaned and arched to press further into his mouth.

His babygirl was needy. Well, he was nothing if not a giving Daddy. He tightened his lips and sucked her nipple deeper into his mouth, teasing it with swirls of his tongue.

He wanted his hand on her pussy to feel how excited she was, but her pants were blocking his access. That would not do.

Since her hands were still bound above her head, he made quick work of stripping her of the rest of her clothes. Kneeling beside her, he shucked off his shirt as well.

When he bent to press a line of kisses down the center of her abdomen, she stopped him. “No, Daddy. That’s not fair. Youhave to take your pants off, too.” She pouted as her dark gaze raked his body.

He felt like the Grinch, only it wasn’t his heart that grew three sizes at the carnal expression on Tildi’s face.

“You know I say yes as often as I can.” He made quick work of unbuckling his belt and kicking his pants across the room. After removing his socks, he stroked her inner thigh, relishing the whimper his light touch evoked.

“Daddy, I want… I… I need…”

His poor babygirl. If he were a softer man, he’d take pity on her and give her what she so obviously desired. But there was nothing soft about him. Especially right now.

“Daddy! You’re being mean. I said please.”

“I am? That doesn’t sound like me.” That grumpy face was adorable. She wasn’t wrong. He was being mean, but he’d make it up to her soon.

She did her best to stomp her foot on the mattress. “Boone, I?—”

Um, that wasn’t going to fly. “Who am I?”

She pressed her thighs together to try and solve her dilemma on her own. Boone moved to lay between her legs. “Daddy!”

“That’s better. Now what can I do for you?” His face was close to her mound, so he lowered his chin so his breath would brush her swollen clit. He really was a sadistic bastard.

She tried to press her slick pussy to his mouth, but her hands kept her in place. “Daddy,” she whined. “If you don’t do something soon, I’m gonna die.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

Without warning her, he drew his tongue along her glistening slit from her core to her clit. She screamed her pleasure, and he smiled. He’d take that as an acceptable response. “What do you want me to do to you, babygirl?”

Tildi froze. Uncertainty painted her face. “I don’t... I mean... I want whatever you want, Daddy.”

“That’s good. What I want is for you to tell me what you want me to do to you.”

Her every uncontrolled gyration and needy whimper told him exactly what she wanted, but that wasn’t the issue. This part of their lives couldn’t be all about him and what he wanted. She wouldn’t be satisfied with that for any length of time. Neither would he.

Her breathing changed. It was headed in a direction he didn’t want to take, but he could fix that. Before she could react, he landed a sharp smack to her inner thigh. She squealed and tried to force her legs together.

Lifting her head, she glared at him. “Daddy! That hurt.”

A pale pink handprint bloomed on her pale skin. “That isn’t what you wanted?”

“No, it’s not what I wanted. Why would I want that?”