Page 29 of Layla's Daddy

I feel kind of bad for scaring him, but I know it’s only for a few seconds, and I think he’ll forgive me when he finds me.

Sure enough, he shows up in the doorway to the master bedroom next. He comes to a sudden halt, his eyes going wide when he spots me.

I try to maintain a coy smile, but I doubt I’m succeeding.

Daddy’s face changes instantly from panic to a grin. “What’s going on, Baby girl?”

I’m on my knees in the middle of the bed, and I drop onto all fours and crawl toward him. “I was playing dress up,” I tell him. “I found this in my adult drawer in your dresser. Do you like it?”

It was never a secret that Daddy bought me sexy lingerie and put it in a drawer in his room. I’ve just never tried any of it out. Now I have.

I’m wearing a tiny pink babydoll nightie. It’s sheer with satin spaghetti straps and a ruffly lace edge at the cleavage and hem. I have on a matching thong that leaves nothing to the imagination.

Daddy’s smile grows as he approaches, already pulling his tie off. “That is ten times sexier than I envisioned when I bought it,” he says in a deep, gravelly voice.

“It makes me feel sexy,” I tell him. My nipples have been hard ever since I put it on. Luckily it wasn’t that long ago. He texted me to let me know when to expect him. I haven’t been here for hours. Also helpful was the app he put on my phone that shows me where he is at all times. I had a fairly precise idea when to expect him.

He stops a few feet away from me and takes his time unbuttoning his dress shirt. “I love the way your breasts hang when you’re on your hands and knees.”

I shiver, causing my breasts to sway with the movement. They feel heavier in this position.

“Come up on your knees, Little one,” he orders. He can call me anything he wants. His voice is speaking to my adult.

I push off with my hands and rise to my knees in the middle of the bed.

His gaze roams up and down my body. He looks ravenous.

My heart races. He’s going to pounce soon.

His shirt lands on the floor, and I stare at his broad muscular chest. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. I want to lick his pecs down to his abs until I can pull his cock into my mouth. I’ve never given a blowjob before, but I intend to today.

“Lift your arms, Baby girl. Arch your chest for me.”

I’m so turned on by his tone that my thong is soaked. I do as he asks, trying to be sexy as I stretch my hands toward the ceiling and thrust my breasts forward.

“Fuck, you’re hot. Spread your knees wider.”

I suck in a breath as I obey him. He’s going to dominate the hell out of me in this bed, and I’m here for it. He can dominate me until I die.

He opens the front of his dress pants while kicking off his shoes and then slowly lowers the zipper. His eyes burn into me, making me shudder as I lower my arms to clasp my hands at the back of my head.

He shimmies out of his pants, taking his boxers with them.

I swallow hard when his cock pops free. Of course it would be bigger than any I’ve ever seen.He’sbigger than any man I’ve ever been with. Plus it’s been a long time.

My breath hitches when he circles his erection with one hand and draws it up and down the length. Precome drips from the tip, making me lick my lips.

“Layla…” he growls. “Cup your breasts, Baby girl. I want to watch you thumb your nipples.”

I lower my hands to my chest, shaking as I do his bidding. It’s weird touching myself in front of him. I’m not an expert at touching myself when I’m alone, but putting on a show is another story.

“That’s a good girl. Fuck, you’re sexy.” He steps closer, releasing his cock, letting it bob free in front of him.

I’m suddenly really glad I had Dr. Rubio give me a birth control shot the second time I saw him. The last thing I want to do right now is pause so Daddy can put a condom on. I want to feel him. All of him. I want him to mark me. I want his come to run out of me.

I feel so naughty. So dirty. Filthy. I love it.

“Pinch your nipples, Layla. Roll them between your thumbs and fingers.”