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Moving his hands in a gentle sawing motion, he gradually increased the speed and pressure. Before she realized what she was doing, she pressed back against his hands to increase the exquisite pleasure even more.

He rocked his hand further, stroking her perineum. Her pussy spasmed with need. Heart pounding, her breathing sped. What had made her think this was something she wouldn’t like? God, she wanted more.

He fisted his hands, continuing the pressure but spreading her cheeks even wider. She sucked in a breath when he began to circle her bottom hole with his thumbs, once again gradually increasing his speed and pressure.

“Daddy, I… I can’t… you…”

He answered her, deep and calm. And did she detect a smile there? “What is it, babygirl? Do you need Daddy to stop?”

“No!” she almost screamed. She would have if she could catch her breath. “I mean, no, Daddy. But I might need you to. It’s making me, um, I don’t think I can keep from coming if you don’t stop.”

“I see.” Yes, there was definitely a smile in his voice. Darn him. “You don’t have permission to come, little girl. Not until Daddy says you can.”

She lost his hands when he reached for more oil, and she almost stomped her foot. He couldn’t make her feel this good and then just stop.

She couldn’t concentrate with all the endorphins floating around in her body. She hadn’t been this turned on since, well, since the last time he’d made love to her.

When he dripped more oil onto her stimulated hole, she barely held back that scream. But he rendered her speechless when his thumb found the sensitive area of her taint and started massaging again in that circular motion that brought her teetering to the edge of losing control.

Her entire body was on fire, need flaring to a blaze, trying to consume her whole. If only she could only move her feet closer together, she could use her thighs to relieve the pressure her Daddy was building.

Instead, she tightened her thighs and arched her back, panting like a woman in labor. A sheen of sweat coated her skin. She had never wanted to come so bad in her life.

It was too much. If this was him preparing her for what was coming, it was going to kill her when it got there.

She was about to tell him as much when he placed his other hand on her bottom and pressed the tip of his finger inside her dark channel. Instead of the words she’d intended, a moaning string of babble came from her lips.

This time he couldn’t hold back a dark chuckle. “My baby likes having her ass played with.”

All she could do was emit a guttural, “Ngugh.”

“Daddy’s finger is in your pretty bottom, naughty girl. And your pussy is creaming all over my hand. I wonder what will happen when I do this.”

He bent his finger toward her pussy and rubbed a spot that made her see stars. She couldn’t concentrate on the sensationbecause someone wouldn’t stop moaning. Then she realized the moans were coming from her.

“Please, Daddy. Please can I come?”

“You have such a cute little hole, bluebell. And you’re such a good girl. Daddy will let you come soon, but not yet. First, I want to do this.”

At the word this, he kept rubbing her perineum but pushed a finger into her pussy and crooked it toward her bottom.

He stroked the same spot inside her from both sides and her mind sheeted white. The screams fighting for release finally broke free as an orgasm unlike anything she’d ever experienced tore through her.

She hadn’t known orgasms like that existed. It was all consuming. She came so hard her legs gave out. She would have hit the floor if her Daddy had not held her up. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out, “Daddy,” over and over.

“That’s it, baby. I’ve got you. Show Daddy how good he made you feel.”

When she tried to cover her mouth with her hand so the entire house wouldn’t hear her, Boone captured it and held it to her chest. “Don’t you dare hide anything from me. You are mine, babygirl. I want it all. Every sound. Every tear. Everything.”

Her face burned at his words, but her heart felt freer than it had in…ever. She had never been freer to be herself than she was with Boone. He accepted her unconditionally.

She moaned again as his hand caressed the rounded swell of her bottom, growing louder as he once again brushed a finger over her dark rosette. Somehow, her pussy still had the energy to quiver.

But this time he didn’t linger there. This time he gripped her cheek with his large hand and squeezed. And that made her moan, too.

Lowering his mouth to kiss her neck just below her ear, he gave her bottom a pat. “I’m glad you enjoyed that, bluebell. But now we have something else to do, don’t we?”

“What, Daddy?”