Page 31 of Melt For Us, Daddy (Big Daddy Energy #4)

Cordelia

S he thought she’d feel more nervous. But after that initial awkwardness, all she’d felt was… need . And the moment Ivy had cupped her breast in those small, gentle hands, she’d been lost, swept up on a sea of lust and want so strong it threatened to drown her.

“Is there anything you don’t want me to do?” Ivy asked softly, the deep brown of her eyes full of wonder and worry.

“My wrists.” Her throat went dry as the memories tried to crowd her. But she would be damned if she let them ruin this moment with her girl, so she fought them back as best she could as she looked up at her girl. “Don’t grab my wrists.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

If she’d loved hearing those words before, it was nothing compared to this moment, baring her body and soul for her babygirl and yet knowing that she was ultimately in control. Whatever she commanded, Ivy would give, and that knowledge settled her racing heart.

Tilting her head to the side in that way she had when she was thinking something over, Ivy hummed softly. “Daddy?”

“Yes, blossom?”

“May I please touch your breasts again? They’re so pretty and soft and I want to play with them some more.”

More control, and she couldn’t help but smile at her sweet, thoughtful girl. “Yes, baby. You can touch my breasts.”

With a happy little sigh, Ivy cupped one heavy mound in her hand, giving the nipple a gentle roll. Soft, easy pleasure washed over Cordelia as she let herself be loved on for the very first time.

“My beautiful, beautiful woman,” Ivy murmured. “Can I taste you, Daddy? Just your breasts for now?”

“Yes, blossom.”

Lowering her head, Ivy didn’t go directly for Cordelia’s nipples like she’d expected. Instead, she took her time, feathering soft, sweet kisses from Cordelia’s collarbone down to right above those aching points.

Just when Cordelia was about to demand more, Ivy’s tongue darted out, the tip of it running around Cordelia’s nipples as she arched up with a gasp.

“Oh, god. Ivy!”

Face buried in the soft flesh of Cordelia’s breast, Ivy giggled, the sound vibrating against Cordelia’s skin before she lifted her head, amusement twinkling in her eyes. “It’s kinda fun getting to tease you the way you always tease me.”

“Don’t let it go to your head, little girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.” More amusement, now heated with need as Ivy lowered her head again, delivering that same slow, delicious torment to Cordelia’s other breast.

Letting her eyes close, which took another boost of courage and trust, Cordelia let her head fall back against the pillow as her girl worshiped. With every touch, every kiss, the need inside her grew from a sweet warmth to an inferno that threatened to consume her whole.

“Daddy?”

The word was thick with a need that mirrored Cordelia’s own. “Yes, blossom?”

“May I please taste your pussy now?”

Cordelia’s heart slammed against her ribcage as fear danced up her spine. But this wasn’t just anybody she was giving access to those most guarded parts of herself. This was Ivy, her Ivy, and she’d promised her everything.

So everything, she would give.

“Yes, blossom. You may.”

Wriggling down the bed, Ivy nudged at Cordelia’s thighs. After only a moment of hesitation, Cordelia spread her legs, inviting her girl in to touch and taste.

And taste she did. At first with long, slow licks that had her humming happily the way she did when she took a bite of her favorite donut. Exploring every inch of Cordelia’s soaked pussy with that sweet little tongue.

Little by little, that slow exploration grew more urgent and the need coiling in Cordelia’s core grew tighter and tighter. And at the first touch of her girl’s tongue to her swollen clit she nearly came up off the bed, her fingers tangling in Ivy’s hair as she held her in place.

“God, baby, right there. Right there. Fuck , baby, just like that.”

Seemingly spurred on by her words, Ivy buried her face even deeper in Cordelia’s pussy, licking and sucking at her clit so the need burned hotter, brighter inside her.

And then she stopped, and Cordelia growled low in her throat, her hands tightening in her girl’s hair. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, little girl?”

“Asking permission.” There was a hint of mischief in Ivy’s voice that told Cordelia she knew exactly what she was doing. “May I make you come, Daddy? Please? I want to know how you taste when you come all over my face.”

“Blossom, if you don’t make me come in the next thirty seconds I swear you won’t be allowed another orgasm until we leave this damn house.”

With a shocked little squeak, Ivy dove in again, her touch even more urgent than before. Her hands fisted in her girl’s hair, Cordelia gave herself over to the pleasure, grinding her pussy against Ivy’s wicked mouth.

Until, finally, the most exquisite pleasure she’d ever felt crashed over her and she shattered with a scream, bucking against her babygirl's greedy lips.

“Holy fuck.” Stunned by the force of that earth-shattering orgasm, she let out a shaky laugh. “That was fucking incredible, blossom. Come here.”

“I’ve dreamt of the way you would taste,” Ivy said with a dreamy little sigh as she cuddled into Cordelia’s side. “Thank you for letting me do that for you. I know it wasn’t easy.”

“My sweet girl.” Placing her finger beneath Ivy’s chin, she gently nudged her head back. “I love you so fucking much, Ivy Mae.”

“I love you, too.” Doubt crept into her beautiful brown eyes, chasing away the glazed, happy look. “Was it really okay? I don't know what you like yet, so I was just?—”

“Baby. It was perfect. You were perfect. I could not have asked for a better first time.”

Pride lit Ivy’s eyes. “You mean that?”

“Yes, blossom. I mean every word. And now…” Rolling, she pinned Ivy’s wrists in her hands, lowering her head to capture her girl’s lips with her own. “It’s Daddy’s turn. Hands on the headboard, little girl, and don’t you dare move.”

Ivy

Thank fuck .

While she would have been perfectly happy to go right to bed after eating her woman’s pussy for the first time, she was very, very grateful she wouldn’t have to.

Need burned between her thighs, hot and demanding, and she wanted nothing more than to have her Daddy soothe that ache the way only she knew how.

“My pretty little babygirl,” Cordelia murmured, her lips feather soft across Ivy’s collarbone. “So sweet. So delicate. So beautifully breakable.”

Fear, the most delicious kind, crawled across Ivy’s skin at those words. “Breakable?”

“Mmm. I want to watch you shatter for me, Ivy Mae. But you’re going to have to wait. Because you were a naughty little girl, weren’t you? Teasing Daddy with that pretty mouth. So Daddy’s going to return the favor.”

Oh, shit. She hadn’t actually taken that into consideration when she’d been teasing Cordelia. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I won’t do it again! I was just having fun!”

“And now it’s Daddy’s turn to have some fun.”

As she spoke, Cordelia slowly dragged the silky pajama bottoms over Ivy’s hips, down her legs, tossing them to the side and leaving her bare to her Daddy’s hungry gaze.

Again those too-soft kisses brushed over her heated skin. Starting just above her ankle, up over her calves to the inside of her thighs which trembled with need the closer Cordelia came to her dripping pussy.

“Daddy, please.” She was begging, and too far gone to be embarrassed by it. “Please, I need you.”

“Tell Daddy exactly what you need, blossom.”

“I need to come, please, Daddy!”

“Hmm.” The word vibrated against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh as Cordelia pressed another kiss there. “Not specific enough. Tell me exactly what you want, babygirl, or you’ll just have to go without.”

A sob rose in Ivy’s chest as she pressed her hands more firmly against the headboard, determined to be obedient and not give her Daddy any more reasons to torment her. “I–I want you to eat my pussy, Daddy.”

“I see.” More soft kisses trailing up her thigh until finally, finally she felt her woman’s breath on her aching clit. “Like this?”

The touch of Cordelia's tongue was, like the kisses, far too light to give Ivy any kind of relief. “Daddy!”

“What, baby? I’m giving you what you want.”

“It’s not—You’re not—Ugh!” She let out a short, frustrated scream.

Cordelia’s laughter vibrated against her soaked lips and Ivy nearly wept with need. “Poor, needy little girl. Tell Daddy what you want and I might give it to you.”

“I want your tongue inside me, on my clit, I want you to fucking make me come .”

“Such naughty language, blossom. Daddy’s going to have to punish you for that.”

It was all the warning she had before Cordelia’s teeth sank into the soft flesh of her thigh. Pain shot through her, but it only served to make her needier than she’d been before even as she arched up with a loud cry.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!”

Cordelia’s tongue swept over the marks left behind by her teeth. “Are you going to be respectful now, baby? Or am I going to have to get mean?”

“I’ll be good, I promise!” At that moment she would have promised just about anything if it meant being given the orgasm she so desperately wanted.

“That’s my good little blossom. Daddy’s going to eat this pretty pussy now, but you do not come before I say so. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

And then Cordelia was on her, that clever tongue driving Ivy higher and higher as she fought not to go flying before she’d been given permission.

“Daddy, please. Please, I need to come. I won’t ever tease you again, I swear!”

But instead of the permission she craved, her Daddy slipped two fingers inside her soaked pussy, stretching her open as she continued to torture Ivy’s swollen clit with her tongue.

Mindless with need, Ivy bucked beneath her, desperate for some kind of relief. Then froze again when her Daddy pulled her fingers free and pressed them against her bottom hole.

“Open for me, blossom.” The order was given softly, but firmly as Cordelia pushed one slick fingertip past that ring of muscle. “Let Daddy in.”

Humiliation, pain, pleasure. All of it whirled inside her, a maelstrom of sensation that threatened to destroy her from the inside out.

But she was, at her core, a good girl. So she forced her muscles to relax, to let her Daddy invade her most private parts.

“That’s my good girl,” Cordelia crooned. “Letting her Daddy fuck her sweet little bottom like this. It’s a shame we don’t have any of our tools for me to teach you a proper lesson.”

“I learned my lesson, Daddy, I promise!”

“What lesson is that, baby?”

Her mind was completely scrambled, and it took her a moment to latch onto the reason she was being tormented to her literal wit’s end. “No teasing Daddy!”

“And why is that, Ivy Mae? Who’s in charge here?”

“You are, Daddy!”

“There’s my good, sweet girl. Come for Daddy, baby.”

Sliding her finger from Ivy’s bottom, Cordelia fucked her with slow, deep strokes as she pulled Ivy’s swollen, aching clit between her teeth. Overcome, Ivy let the storm sweep her up, away, onto a sea of pleasure and pain as she sobbed out her Daddy’s name over and over.

When it was over, when her Daddy was finally satisfied, Cordelia pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of Ivy’s thigh. “I need to go wash my hands, but I’ll be right back to snuggle you. Stay right here.”

As if she could move when it felt as though her very bones had been turned to jelly.

Still reeling from their lovemaking, she listened as her Daddy washed her hands before returning to bed and pulling Ivy into her arms. “My good girl,” Cordelia murmured, brushing a kiss over Ivy’s forehead.

“You did so good for me, baby, taking everything I gave you. And you begged so pretty.”

“Th-thank you, Daddy.”

Closing her eyes, she snuggled into Cordelia’s softness, savoring the feel of skin against skin, and she fell asleep to the sound of her Daddy’s praise.