Page 11 of Daddy's Good Girl

I smile and giggle faintly in his arms.

“Really?I guess I like this game of you show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”

Rick grins, his dick twitching in me again.

“Oh, I have more to show you, sweetheart,” he says in dark tone.“Trust me, this is only the beginning.There’s so much more to do together, sweetheart, and I’m more than happy to teach you anything and everything in the book.”

Then, he catches my mouth in a passionate kiss and the storm begins to build again because I crave this sexy doctor.I want to learn everything at Dr.Kincaid’s knee ...and the dirtier the better.

6

Jenna

Igiggle while popping a fry into my mouth because Rick and I have been dating for a few months now, and my “platonic only” selection on Sweet Lies seems almost ridiculous in retrospect.After that sensuous night at the hotel, we basically became inseparable, and the handsome doctor’s fucked me so many times that there’s obviously nothing platonic about our relationship at all.In fact, it’s the opposite.Rick and I engage in hot, nasty sex every day, and sometimes two or three times a day if he has the time.What can I say?My man is insatiable, and needs it constantly.My pussy’s always sore these days ...and sometimes my ass too.

But I love it, and feel so feminine and desirable.Plus, I’m taken care of because in addition to the hot sex, we’ve settled into a rhythm that’s very domestic.I’m almost living at Rick’s house now, and we wake up in the mornings for a quick tumble in the sheets.Then, I go to classes while he leaves for the hospital.When he gets back in the evening, I usually have dinner ready, and then we eat together before retreating upstairs for another night of hot and filthy enjoyment.It’s a simple life, but both he and I like it, and what could be better than spending time with your man?I smile at Rick across the table while popping another fry into my mouth.

“What’s that look?”he growls, before stroking my thigh with one big hand.“I know you’re up to something, Jenna.”

I giggle.

“Oh, I was just thinking of how much I enjoy hot dogs.”I say in a sassy tone.“Or wieners.Or bratwurst.Or whatever you want to call it.”

My man chuckles before taking a bite of the polish sausage before him, which is thick, gleaming, and pink.

“You mean you like it in your mouth?”he asks with a wink.“Or where exactly?”

I let out a peal of melodious laughter.

“Really, anywhere,” I reply breathlessly.“You know you can put it anywhere you like.”

Rick stares at me for a moment, mid-bite, his blue eyes gleaming with arousal.Then he lets out a low growl before swallowing.

“Shit baby, you’re going to have me coming in my pants.Fuck, you’re sexy.”

I’m on it in a flash.Within seconds, I’ve stood up and shed my sundress before bending over before the huge alpha male.Then I pluck my g-string out of my ass and strap it over one big buttock before pulling my cheeks apart with both hands to reveal my inner sweetness.

“But I don’t want you to come in your pants, Daddy,” I mewl.“Every drop of your virility is precious, and I don’t want to waste it, so put your cock in me, Daddy,” I purr.“Flush it out in any of my holes because they’re all for you.”

Rick is immobile, harsh streaks staining those high cheekbones.I can literally feel his hot breath on my sensitive spots, and I tingle and moisten, anticipating the hard pound that’s sure to come.After all, my man loves sex and has the raging libido of a virile alpha male.But to my disappointment, Rick merely pats my pussy with a groan before tweaking my clit.I let out a surprised yelp of pleasure.

“No, not right now, baby, although I appreciate it.I want to talk with you about next steps first, and then maybe we can get to that.”

I mewl with disappointment, but obey, turning around to hop into his lap before looping my arms around his broad shoulders.My big breasts bobble in the doctor’s face, and he lets out another tortured groan.

“What next steps, Daddy?What could be better than this?”

Rick can’t resist and takes one of my nipples in his mouth for a quick suckle before popping off, leaving the pink tip gleaming and wet.

“Well, I don’t want you working for Sweet Lies anymore,” he rasps.“That’s the first thing.”

“Oh, I’m not,” I say immediately.“I haven’t, not since our night at the hotel.”

“I figured you weren’t,” he growls, one big hand squeezing my rump hard.“Because you’re at my house all the time.But I don’t want you to feel poor either, sweetheart, because I know you need the money.So I’m going to start providing you with an allowance.”

I stare at him, my cheeks flushing.

“No, it’s okay,” I demur immediately.“I was with Sweet Lies for two years, so I made plenty, and I have a lot saved.It’s okay, Rick.You don’t have to.”