Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
N uala’s lashes fluttered as she looked up at the ceiling. That had been magnificent. And now Remy was sweetly kissing the insides of her thighs and talking to her.
“You were such a good girl, Nono, coming like that for Daddy. I love to hear your sounds and feel the way your body moves. Such a perfect Little girl.”
She couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up through her chest and out of her mouth. “I knew you had a talented mouth from your audiobooks, but I hadn’t imagined…”
Remy laughed too, then crawled up the bed to cup her cheek and kiss her.
“Silly Little girl,” he said, and she ran her hands through his sandy hair. It was soft, and she thought he liked having his hair played with almost as much as she did.
“Just wait until you see what else I’ve got for you. I’m not anywhere near done with you yet.”
Without hardly a breath, her Daddy rolled her onto her back and kissed her until she was breathless. While he did, he also untied and loosened the bodice of her dress and slipped his hand in to cup and knead one of her tits. It felt even better without the thin fabric of her bra in between her delicate skin and the callused pads of his fingers. She found herself arching under him in no time, and begging.
“More, Daddy? Please?”
“More what, Nono?”
“Mmm, you said there was more. That. I want that.”
“I want that too. You ready for Daddy’s cock or not yet?”
They’d talked about that yesterday and she’d given him the green light, but it was nice to be asked again. That he cared so much that he wanted to make sure. It made her feel that glowy, special kind of way Remy did.
“I’m ready, Daddy. Please.”
“Such a good girl with such nice manners,” he murmured right before he nipped her earlobe and then sucked the sting away. “Daddy’s going to play with you a little more and then you can have it.”
He pushed the loosened bodice down to expose her chest and then dipped his head to take her neglected nipple in his mouth. If he didn’t fuck her soon, he might not get the chance. At least not before she had another orgasm anyway.
She realized now that Cabot had reduced her to a cardboard cutout of herself; only useful for how she looked when propped up beside or, more likely, behind him. He hadn’t wanted or cared about her feelings, and she’d thought she’d been okay with that. Turned out having a lover, a Daddy, who wanted to provide for her, care for her, make her happy, and give her pleasure was extraordinary, and she was glad not to have gone her whole life without it.
After a few minutes of Remy’s wicked ministrations with that talented tongue of his, he stripped off his clothes and grabbed a condom from the bedside table. She admired him as he rolled the latex down his length, and then he was between her thighs, rising between them with his beautifully muscled body on display. He leaned down and notched the head of his cock at her entrance, and then wound her braids into his fist, putting the most delicious tension on her scalp.
“Daddy’s gonna fuck his Little girl now, Nono. You ready for that?”
“Yes yes,” she said softly, and cried out when he pushed inside her, because it made her feel so full. Complete.
Fuck, his Little girl felt phenomenal. Hot, slick, and close around his dick. And the way she looked up at him with those wide eyes and pink, parted lips was better than he could have imagined. It took everything he had to start out slow, gliding in and out of her as she clutched at his biceps.
“Feel good, Little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she answered, nodding and biting her lip.
“You still want more?”
“Please, Daddy.”
Remy put more force behind his thrusts, snapping his hips forward so hard the impact made Nuala’s small tits bounce. With her pretty little dress pushed down and rucked up to her waist, she was the perfect combination of sweet and sexy, demure and debauched. For him, she was everything. From the way she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him, maybe he was lucky enough that she felt the same way.
She felt something anyway, making the sounds she was, and he wanted to make her come again, feel her pussy clench around his dick.
“Come on, Little girl,” he told her, infusing his voice with some of the Big Daddy Energy he’d honed over dozens of audiobooks. “Come on Daddy’s cock. Show me how much you like having Daddy so deep inside you.”
Remy shifted the angle of his hips a few times to see if there was something in particular that would set Nuala off. He knew he’d found it when she cried out and her eyes rolled back in her head. Yeah, that was it.
A few more thrusts, a few more murmured encouragements, and then he felt it before he heard it: Nuala’s internal muscles tightening around him before the constant pressure shattered into a pulse, followed by Nono’s wordless cries of pleasure. The rhythmic squeezing plus her sounds had him spilling his own climax inside of her and shuddering with the power of it.
Finally drained after coming harder and longer than he ever had, he slid lazily in and out of Nuala, rubbing his nose alongside hers just to touch her more, pausing to kiss her pretty mouth. He didn’t want to break this connection, but he also didn’t want any panic over a condom sliding off to mar this perfect moment. So he kissed her once more, gripped the latex at his base, and pulled out.
His sweet Little girl looked like she was going to climb into his lap, which he wouldn’t mind, but first things first.
“Daddy’s going to get us cleaned up and then you can have all the huggles you want, hummingbird. I’ll be right back.”
Once a few warm, wet washcloths had done the trick, he pulled Nuala close and stroked her skin and hair, loved the way she rested her head on his chest. Sure, they had some details to work out and plenty of theories to put into practice, more negotiations, and stuff they didn’t know they didn’t know would come up for them to face. And he wasn’t entirely naive. He knew only time would really tell if things would work out between them. But for his part, Remy felt like he would face down mountain lions to keep his Little girl this close, forever.