Page 27 of Grace's Daddy

Suddenly he kisses all over my face. When his lips come to my ear, he whispers, “You’ll call me Daddy from now on?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I breathe out. I’ve already done so sporadically.

“You’ll go with me to the island next weekend?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I’m excited about visiting both the island and Littleworld. He’s been preparing me all week.

One brow lifts. “There’s still some big items in that box we have not explored. Do you think you can save a few of them for the doctor at the clinic?”

I shudder and bite my lip but nod.

“Words, Little girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I trust him as deeply as I possibly can. He’s never done anything to let me down.

He looks around my bathroom before tipping his head back and groaning.

I frown. “What’s wrong?”

“I want to poof us into my apartment just like this. I want you in my bed. Yours is too small. But I don’t feel like putting clothes on you, nor do I relish the idea of carrying you naked across the hall.”

I giggle. “My bed isn’tthatsmall. I bet you can manage for one night.”

He stands, keeping his hands on my ass, and takes quick strides to get to my bedroom.

I’m still dripping wet as he unceremoniously drops me onto the mattress. My hair soaks the sheets. I spin around, crawl toward him, and rise onto my knees.

He’s unbuttoning his shirt with shaky fingers as if he can’t get it off fast enough.

I bat his hands out of the way and take over. “New plan,” I inform him.

He smirks as he cups my ass again. “Is that so?”

“Yes. First we fuck on my bed, then we put enough clothes on to get across the hall and sleep in yours. Mine is soaked. Someone got it all wet.”

“Deal.” He parts my cheeks and teases my tight hole before reaching farther to stroke my folds.

It’s hard to concentrate on his buttons with his fingers between my legs. “Daddy…”

He chuckles. “What?” He finds my clit and rubs it next.

I try to squirm away from his touch, but it’s not possible. He’s bigger than me. Stronger.

“Are you not good with buttons, Baby girl?” he teases.

There are only two left, but I let go of his shirt and let all my weight pull me backward until the shock causes him to release me. As I fall, I spread my legs. I don’t leave it at that. I plant my feet wide, reach between my thighs, and open my pussy up so that he’s forced to look at me open, wet, and waiting while he finishes undressing.

“Evil Little girl…”

My plan works, though. I’ve never seen a man strip as quickly as him. Granted, I’ve never seen a man remove his clothes at all. But this ismyman, and I’ll do whatever it takes to get him naked.

The air leaves my lungs, and some of the boldness is blown out of my sails when he finally reveals his cock. I kind of want to yank my knees together and crab crawl out of his reach, but I’m not a coward.

Daddy takes his length in his palm and slides his hand up and down the shaft a few times before leaning against the side of the mattress. “Naughty girl…” He grabs my wrists, pulls them away from my core, and drops his head between my legs.

I cry out and fist the sheets at my sides as he sucks my clit. There’s no way to escape him now. He’s naked and determined. In seconds, I’m on the edge, and the moment he thrusts his tongue into my channel, I come.

Panting and unable to catch my breath, I reach for him as the pulses continue. “Eli…” I don’t recognize my voice. It’s not Little, that’s for sure. It’s my adult begging my man to fuck me.