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She gave a small start of surprise before stammering, “Um, it-it’s Matilda. Um, Matilda Faith Lewis. Why?”

“If you’ve ever read one of those Daddy romance books, you know there are times when only a Little girl’s full name will do.” The adorable blush stole across her cheeks again, making him grin. Oh yeah, she’d read those books. He made a mental note to buy her an eReader and fill it with every DDlg book she wanted.

With slow, measured steps, he backed her into the flowing water of the shower, making sure her footing was sound. Once her shivering slowed, he turned her so the water sprayed her front. Adjusting the height of the shower nozzle so it focused on her chest, he altered the spray to a pulsing massage setting. As the pressure of the steaming water pelted her nipples, the rosy buds tightened, eliciting a moan from her that went straight tohis already rigid cock. Stepping closer, he maneuvered them so they could both stand underneath the hot water.

Taking her hand in his, he pressed even closer, turning her so she faced him again, rubbing her hands to ensure they were getting proper circulation. He barely held back a groan of pure pleasure as his cock pressed against her stomach. No worry about blood flow there. Quickly taking care of bathing himself, he then moved on to his girl.

His hands moved up her arms and shoulders, around to her back, and finally lower, cupping her bottom. He couldn’t resist giving the firm globes a squeeze.

“Let me help you, little one,” he said. He pumped a generous amount of soap into his hands and began washing her. He was very thorough. Wouldn’t want any part of her to be irritated later by salty ocean water.

He allowed his attention to drift down, soaping her breasts and playing with her tightly puckered nipples. Taking encouragement from her gasps and moans of pleasure, he moved lower, running his hands over her stomach and lower still, slipping his fingers along the space between her thighs.

“How are you doing? You okay?” he asked as he leaned forward to run the tip of his tongue along the shell of her ear. Her delicious shiver answered him.

“More than okay,” she moaned.

“Should I stop?”

“No! I don’t want you to stop, Daddy.”

“That’s good because I’m not sure how I’d have managed if you’d said yes.” Holding his hands underneath the steaming hot water to warm them even more, he once again slid one finger along her slit before plunging it deep into her heat.

His cock throbbed with the need to come. If he didn’t stop soon, he was going to come all over her stomach. The idea washot as fuck, but he had more than that planned for his Little girl. He’d save that for a later time.

“Oh, God,” she cried. “That’s good because if you stopped, I just might die.”

That was all he needed. He took the mobile shower head and rinsed her off. The water pressure was fantastic to play with. If her cries of pleasure were anything to go by, it was just right for some parts of her body, and over the top fantastic for others.

Once she was thoroughly rinsed and aroused, he returned the showerhead to its place. With a hand under each arm, he lifted her to sit on the higher ledge underneath the showerhead. She clutched his shoulders, squealing when he lifted her thighs to rest on his shoulders.

“Boone,” she called out as she struggled to remove her legs.

“No, naughty girl,” he said and gave her bare mound a sharp smack.

“Ouch,” she said, but the breathiness in her voice said it was the best kind of pain. Good to know.

He gripped her outer thighs, holding her in place, and took the mesh sponge hanging from the side of the shower. Adding more soap, he said, “I don’t think we got your pretty pussy clean enough.”

As he passed the sponge over her mons, her head fell back against the shower wall. “Oh, don’t,” she cried out. But when he pulled back, she whined her disappointment and looked back at him. “What are you doing? Why did you stop?”

He painted an innocent expression on his face. “I wouldn’t want to hurt my precious babygirl.”

“Please, hurt me like that some more.”

And wasn’t that the prettiest begging he’d ever heard? He couldn’t hold back a wicked chuckle. “Your wish is my pleasure, sweet girl.”

He returned the sponge to her pussy and dragged the net loofah over her clit, circling it gently with his finger. He traveled lower, putting just the right amount of pressure to drive her need higher. And when he pressed the heel of his palm to the sensitive area between the opening to her core and her bottom hole, she screamed out his name.

Lifting the showerhead again, he sprayed the soap away. After returning it to its place, he pushed her thighs further apart.

She stiffened. “Wait, what are you doing?”

He wiggled his brows. “Let’s see if you can figure it out.” Then he eased himself between her thighs.

“But you can’t… I’m not… Oh, God!”

Her head bumped the shower wall again as he drew his tongue all the way up her slit, flicking her clit before returning to the start and repeating. Her thighs tightened around his head with each pass he made.