Page 7 of Sophia’s Daddy (Littleworld #23)

He plants one tiny kiss on the hood of my clit, and then his entire mouth engulfs my pussy, and he sucks.

I cry out at the intensity of emotions and sensations bombarding me.

He sucks again before flicking his tongue over my clit and spearing it into my channel. He moans against my wet folds and shifts his attention back to my clit, capturing it between his lips and laving it over and over.

I scream as my orgasm consumes me, grabbing his shoulders with both hands, digging my fingers into his firm muscles. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. My vision is blurred. All I know is this euphoria that’s consuming me, leaving me dizzy.

Instead of releasing my pussy, Tate licks up and down between my lower lips several times before he hooks his hands under my thighs, pushes them higher and wider, and thrusts his tongue into my tight channel.

A long moan escapes my mouth as I tip my head back, my eyes rolling toward the back of my head. Oh. My. Heavens.

I’m trembling from the orgasm, and now I’m tingling everywhere as another release grows inside me.

I’ve never come twice. When I’ve come in the past, I’ve usually dropped the vibrator at my side and melted limply into the bed while I caught my breath.

I’ve never even considered bringing myself to another orgasm.

Tate is relentless. Without words, he demands that my body rise again and obey his silent command. He licks and sucks and teases every millimeter of my sensitive skin. My pussy is swollen and throbbing. I’m not sure I’ve fully come down from the previous release.

Suddenly he releases one thigh, brings his hand between my legs, and strokes between my folds.

I cry out and dig my fingers deeper into his shoulders. He’s lucky my nails are blunt, or I’d be scoring him with ten half-moons.

Tate teases my entrance over and over. Nothing has ever felt so good in my life. I’ve touched myself, but I’ve never felt half of what he’s bringing out in me.

Tate lifts his mouth and moves his fingers up to my clit, stroking it several times before he pinches it, and I think I might die. White hot intense pleasure courses through me.

When Tate lifts his head and meets my gaze, his expression is intense. “Fuck, Sophia… You’re so fucking sexy. You have no idea. Come again for me, Baby girl. Come again so I can watch this time.”

I whimper loudly as I turn my head back and forth against the mattress. A minute ago, I wouldn’t have thought it was possible to obey this particular command, but I know better now. I’m absolutely going to come a second time.

“That’s my good girl. Let Daddy make you feel good. Don’t fight it. Give me another one, Sophia.”

My pussy clenches, and I arch my butt clear off the bed as another orgasm forces its way out of my body.

This one is different. It lasts longer, and it’s powerful in its intensity.

The first one was rushed and desperate. This second one is sweeter.

It brings a smile to my face as I languish in the waves of pleasure pulsing through me.

My world has shifted, and he didn’t even enter me. I’m trembling, wondering how much better it would be if he pushed a finger into me or…his cock.

Tate doesn’t remove his fingers until I’m sated and panting, my body limp against the bed.

Finally, he eases his fingers away from my clit, drops another reverent kiss to my pussy, and climbs back up my body. Along the way, he pauses to nibble my tummy and then lingers, nuzzling my breasts.

I’m blinking and slightly more coherent by the time his lips come to mine.

For a moment, he teases my mouth, nibbling and retracting until I’m squirming and whimpering.

He chuckles before he takes my mouth in a deep kiss. It’s primal and possessive. He tastes of me, which oddly doesn’t bother me. It feels naughty and intimate. Will he kiss me like this after I’ve sucked his cock? Will he mind tasting himself on my lips like he’s forcing me to do?

I don’t know why my mind is going in this direction.

I’ve never given a blowjob before. Why am I thinking about sucking Tate’s cock?

I can’t answer that, but I find myself wanting to do just that.

I want to suck him and torment him like he just did me.

I want to know what it will feel like to make him come apart. I want to watch as he explodes.

When Tate releases my mouth, he stares down at me, smiling like he’s won the lottery. He’s wrong. I have.

He rises up enough to take my hands in his and bring them over my head. He threads our fingers together and holds me captive. He focuses on my gaze next. “You’re mine, Sophia,” he growls.

I shiver, nodding. How could I be anything but his after what he’s just done to me?

“Mine,” he repeats. “Every inch of you. No one else will ever touch this body.”

I draw in a breath, nodding again.

“Words, Baby girl. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Tate.”

“Daddy. I’m yours, Daddy.”

I shudder at his intensity. It doesn’t scare me.

This entire situation frightens me to death, but not his possessiveness.

That part makes me feel cherished. My fear comes from worrying I’ll wake up tomorrow and find out this was all a dream.

Or worse, that he’s changed his mind after ruining me for other men. Does he know how that would wreck me?

I lick my lips, realizing he’s waiting for me to respond. “I’m yours, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” He slowly pushes himself up until he’s on his knees looking down at me.

I’m naked with my nightie up around my neck.

He’s fully clothed. He reverently strokes my skin, circling my nipples before tapping them.

“I meant to tuck you in and leave you, Baby girl. But that’s not going to happen.

You have two options. Either you come home with me, or you scoot over so I can join you. ”

I stare at him in shock for a moment before finally giving him a slow smile. “I’m too limp to get dressed, Daddy.”

His grin is bigger than mine. “Take that nightgown off and scoot over, Baby girl.”