Page 461 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection

The smile that can’t curve her lips, stretched around my root, lights her eyes. She blinks and a tear rolls down, telling me she’s fighting her gag reflex. But there’s nothing but light, love, and happiness behind the welling tears.

Before she gags, I pull back, gripping her hair so she doesn’t try to follow me down. I wait until I hear the whistle of her breath, then let her suck me down again. I roar with pleasure.

There’s clapping from somewhere nearby. I release Emmy’s curls to shoot whoever it is the finger without tearing my eyes away from Emmy’s before I gather up her hair again. I don’t need to guide her into a rhythm because my baby knows me well. She knows exactly what I like. She bobs her head, sucking hard when I hit the back of her throat, holding on a second longer than I can so I have to pull against that divine suction as my hips swing back.

“Enough, enough, enough,” I chant. “Get up here. Ride Daddy.”

She releases me with a sweet little kiss before she scrambles up. She doesn’t even take off her knickers, just pulls them to the side as she impales herself on me.

“Who is an eager baby?” I ask before drawing her to me for a deep kiss. The minty sweetness of her mouth is spiced with the tang of my skin. I lap it off her tongue.

“Me, Daddy,” she admits when I let her up for air.

“Little you, huh? This little girl, so eager to ride her Daddy’s cock?”

“Me, me, Daddy. Please.” She groans, her stomach caving as she sinks all the way down on me. The sensation is different from being held in her mouth, softer, slicker, infinitesimally better. I’m happy I don’t have to choose between Emily’s mouth and her pussy because I never could. I’ll just enjoy both with utter, profound gratitude that I somehow found my soul-mate who takes everything I give her and gives back more than I ever could have hoped for.

Before I lose myself in the pleasure of her pussy, I push her skirt and the tutu that’s shedding glitter all over the place up to bare her round little ass. I rub her cheeks to give her a little warm up, then draw her arms over my shoulders and hold her wrists together behind my head.

With a snap of my wrist, I flick the tawse against her ass cheeks.

The pop and subsequent squeal are magnificent.

She pants through the sting. I don’t rub it in, glorying in the way she shifts and clenches around my cock.

“More, baby?”

“Please, Daddy!”

I pepper her ass with stripes. Three have her shuddering, squeezing on me like the wettest fist. Five and she’s nearly boneless against my chest, her hips circling as she works to absorb the pain. Ten and she’s coming, remembering to beg for permission just before her right leg shoots off the chaise and she convulses, jerking against me like she’s being electrocuted. Shewails in my ear and I can only laugh with dark triumph as she gushes all over my cock, wetness slicking my thighs.

I wrap my arms around her and hold her steady as I pound up into her, planting my feet on the floor and pushing up with the strength of my thighs and ass. All those fucking squats with weights better be good for something. Emily wails and clings to me as I hammer myself into her, making sure to drag her down against each thrust so I bump her cervix. After a moment of laxity as her muscles recover, she begins jolting, clenching, howling with each collision of our bodies. I cross my arms over her back, sink my fingers into her slim shoulders, and yank her down as I sink deep and come so hard everything goes still for an endless moment: my thoughts, my heart, my lungs. The world stops turning; the universe misses a breath.

Then Emily’s gasp gusts across my chin. I dip my head to kiss her, to blow my breath into her lungs and fill my baby up again. She lolls, limp and warm and so-so-so sweet, against my chest. Wetness trickles down over my balls.

“I think we ruined the meridienne,” I say, panting between each word.

“It’s treated,” Emily slurs.

I kiss the tip of her nose. “I love you beyond anything rational, beyond anything sane. You make me crazy happy, little love.”

“Love you more, Daddy.”

“Not today. Today Daddy loves you infinitely and that’s the mostest.”

“Moistest,” she says, shifting on my lap with a squelch. “I made a mess.”

She doesn’t sound like she cares in the slightest.

“We did. Let’s do it again.”

She giggles drunkenly.

twenty-nine

EMILY

I keep findingnew sore spots. They make me smile.