Page 24 of Daddy’s Protection (The Daddy Guard #3)

“Daddy’s going to show you just how beautiful you are, little girl.”

The words made Cami’s heart to skip a beat. Her breath caught in her throat, making a response impossible.

She didn’t need words, though. Surely he knew what he was doing to her. Her body was showing it.

Chest palpitating. Legs trembling as they were wrapped around his waist. A desperate, pleading look in her eyes.

Cami cooed softly as Isaiah continued to kiss up and down her neck.

And then he stopped.

The self-doubt came roaring back.

Oh great. Holding me made him realize just how big I actually am. He doesn’t want me now.

But the intrusivve thoughts disappeared again when she saw the look in his eyes as he placed her feet on the floor before the bed, stepped back, and looked her up and down.

He wasn’t just looking at her, she realized.

He was drinking in the sight of her.

Isiaha’s eyes shimmered as if he were beholding the rarest, most beautiful treasure in the world.

“Babygirl. You’re so perfect. Daddy needs you to have those clothes off right now, sweet girl.”

Her mind instinctively started screaming at her. He doesn’t mean it. You aren’t pretty. You’re too big and ? —

But those thoughts were mercifully silenced by the desire in his eyes as he inched forward and began undressing her. A moment later, her clothes were lying in a pile on the floor—along with her doubts—and Cami was completely exposed before Daddy.

“Look at Daddy,” he instructed.

Cami obeyed.

“You’re beautiful, honey. You’re everything I’ve been dreaming of. Made just for me. Perfectly.”

A tear rolled down her cheek. Daddy used his thumb to gently wipe it away.

She still couldn’t believe the way he was looking at her. His eyes locked onto hers for a few long moments.

“Mmm. Daddy’s perfect girl,” he whispered. A devilish grin appeared. Talking louder, he said, “Now, I want you to lay on the bed, right on the edge, and spread those perfect legs. I need to taste my Little girl.”

He wrapped his arms around her once again, gave her a hungry kiss, and then cupped her naked bottom before giving it a little slap.

“Be a good girl and get to it.”

Again, Cami tried to respond but found words escaped her. That was okay, she thought. Her actions would speak loud enough.

She did just as Daddy had instructed.

“Mmm. That’s my good girl.” The words were spoken as Isaiah sank to his knees.

Cami braced herself.

Daddy started slowly, kissing a gentle trail up her inner thighs, alternating between legs.

The taunting nibbles drover her crazy. She needed more. It would come in time, she knew, but why was he making her wait?

The answer hit her: he was savoring his little girl.

He wasn’t just placating her. This wasn’t about trying to boost her confidence.

Daddy truly wanted her. Needed her. He treasured her. And he was going to draw the moment out as long as he could, clearly enjoying every second.

“I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. To know how beautiful you are. How perfect you are.”

She held her breath as he inched closer. Heat pulsated between her legs. Desire swirled in her core before spreading out and seizing her entire body.

“You’re who I’ve been wanting. The girl of my dreams even before I saw your face or knew your name. The one I’ve dreamed of. Oh, sweet girl. You’re my everything.”

Her breath continued to stay trapped even as Daddy’s lips found her slit. After a few loving kisses, his warm, wet tongue bumped it, moving up slowly in a teasing trace.

Finally, after she was ready to beg for it, he moved past her sodden opening and into her welcoming valley.

Breathing again, Cami cried out.

His tongue was so soft as it probed her depths. It was heavenly. But soon she’d need him inside her. Need him to take her the way she’d always dreamed of being taken.

They’d get to that, she knew. First, though, it was clear that Daddy wanted his fill.

Isaiah moved his tongue in slow, serpentine flickers. Cami grabbed fistfuls of sheets beneath her and twisted them as she arched her back.

Pleasure had a hold of every inch of her body.

Like the night before, she had the notion that she should be quiet.

But there was no suppressing her cries and moans.

Besides, Iris and Lana clearly knew what was going on.

They’d been there when Daddy had picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her away.

There was no hiding what was taking place now. Everyone in the house—the living and the spirits—would just have to hear. Cami was utterly powerless.

So she moaned in ecstasy.

Daddy’s tongue continued to lap at her. Cami’s body shuddered harder as she edged closer to inevitable climax.

It didn’t seem as if it would ever get there.

Time was irrelevant, though. She didn’t know if she’d writhed and bucked on the bed for thirty seconds, three minutes, or longer.

All she knew was it was sensual torture. She begged and pleaded for relief.

Finally, the dam broke.

Isaiah delivered the most powerful climax she’d ever experienced.

Euphoria spread throughout as a warm glow settled atop her. But she knew that wasn’t the grand prize. They were far from over. And Daddy wasn’t giving her much time to recover.

Standing, Isaiah put his hands under her arms and moved her body as if she weighed nothing more than the pillows he placed her head on. She was in awe of how he plied her body, just moving in whatever direction he wanted, while he prepared her for what was to come.

After closing her eyes, drawing in a deep breath and releasing it, she opened them again to see Daddy had shed his gray sweat shorts.

Holy crap!

His cock was long and veiny as it hung low between his legs.

It seemed so heavy. So did his ripe, full sack. She knew he must be needing her as much as she needed him.

“Daddy,” she gasped.

“Are you nervous, my love?”

She tried to speak but couldn’t, so she simply shook her head.

“Daddy will go slow and gentle,” he reassured her.

Cami shook her head again. “I want it hard, Daddy.”

Isaiah chuckled. “Let’s start off slow, babydoll. And we’ll go from there.”

Her bottom lip protruded in a display of poutiness. The moment Daddy was on top of her, though, and the thick head of his cock bumped against her pussy demanding entry, she couldn’t think of anything else.

She sucked in a quick breath.

“I want you to hold my hand,” Isaiah said.

She nodded and used her right hand to grab his left.

“This might hurt just a little,” he told her.

“I… uh… have toys.”

He smiled. “I’m glad you have fun, honey. But those toys aren’t anything compared to Daddy. Squeeze my hand as hard as you need to. And tell me if I’m going too fast.”

She started to let him know it was impossible and that she could take whatever he threw at her.

But the moment his head parted her pussy lips and dipped inside, she realized that wasn’t true.

Daddy’s rod was so thick!

It slid in another inch. She her to bite down on her bottom lip so hard she feared she might draw blood.

Thankfully, none came. And at least the jolt of pain on her mouth took the focus away from the pain much lower in her body…

“Look at me, little girl.”

Cami did as Daddy told her.

“Are you okay? You staying with me?”

“Yes, Daddy. Go… deeper.”

Isaiah wore a knowing grin as he allowed himself to slide further inside.

“Yeow!” she cried out through the white-hot pain that momentarily clouded her vision.

Daddy had been right! Her toys had felt good. But they’d barely prepared her for the real thing.

Crap!

Yet as hard as it was to take, it was also… heavenly.

Little by little, inch by inch, the searing pain was replaced by ecstasy. Cami was smiling now, moaning as she took more and more of Daddy, spreading her legs further to draw him deeper in.

“Harder, Daddy! Go… faster.”

It seemed as if Isaiah was resisting at first. He probably didn’t want to hurt her, she mused silently. But she must have felt too good for him to hold out long. Soon, he was pumping his hips swiftly, drumming inside her in a steady beat.

The sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh filled the air. Her moans competed with it, along with the headboard thudding against the wall. The scent of sex reached Cami’s nostrils and fueled her desire even more.

“Daddy… I’m a… big girl. I can… take it!”

The pleading seemed to kick Isaiah into overdrive. He jackhammered hard into her. Cami was driven deep into the mattress. The feeling of Daddy against her, pinning her in place as he plowed her furiously had her flowing like a fountain.

Cami’s entire body shook as she came. Her climax subsided only a little before it rolled into a second. When it ended, Cami was quivering and babbling, unsure if the words she was trying to say actually conveyed anything or not.

They must have. Or Daddy just understood. Because as he held her close, giving her soft kisses while keeping his arms wrapped tightly around her, he whispered, “I love you too, princess.”

Cami could see the love shining in his eyes when he whispered, “You’re Daddy’s little girl.”