6. Sam #3
Her pretty lips parted and she exhaled a puff of breath.
I watched as she watched me, loving the way she clearly appreciated what was in front of her.
Avery’s pretty, thick thighs spread slightly, maybe subconsciously, and I couldn’t help but rub the thick ridge of my shaft with the palm of my hand at the sight of her pretty, little folds blossoming right in front of me.
“You’re still wearing too much,” she complained, and my lips twitched upward. My sweet princess had a bratty side, and fuck me, I liked it.
No, I loved it.
I love her.
That fact should have scared me. Should have made me rethink taking this any further because how the hell was love in the mix with a woman I had literally just met?
But I was over that.
How could I be anything less when everything in my life suddenly made sense? Things with Avery, just sharing the same space with her, felt like something that had been somehow written in the stars. Meant to be.
“Sam?”
“Daddy,” I corrected and loved the little blush that went with her sweet smirk.
“Daddy, you’re wearing too much,” she repeated. I tsked, shaking my head.
“Who’s in charge here, little girl?” I asked again, my voice lower by an octave. She chewed on her bottom lip. My brow rose, challenging her to answer, and she sighed.
“You.”
“Exactly. So, no more questions. Daddy wants to see how well you listen.” Her thighs pressed tightly together, like my words tugged at that little glistening puffy clit poking out from between her lips. “Do you understand?” I asked. She nodded quickly.
“Good girl. Now, you’re going to do what I tell you to. I’m going to give you exactly what you need.” She chewed on her bottom lip with anticipation at my stern words. “But you need to know that tonight is all about you.”
“What does that mean?” Cute little brows furrowed close.
“Daddy’s going to show you, Avery,” I rumbled. My knee touched the bed. I lifted her leg, and she let me. I kissed the inside of her ankle and then her calf. “And you’re going to be a good girl and do what?”
“Do what Daddy says.” Avery’s answer made my cock jerk against my palm, and I squeezed tightly to try to hold off the excruciating need I felt to fill her little pussy up with my length.
“Such a perfect little princess,” I growled, peppering kisses up her leg until I reached her mound. Her arousal was so fucking strong right there, I wasn’t sure how the hell I had the strength not to dive in and start to eat her right then and there.
I managed to keep a shred of control and focus while kissing her body.
Exploring every delectably creamy inch of skin until I took her berry-tipped nipple into my mouth, sucking and pulling.
My mind went wild with insane thoughts of our future.
My free hand rested on the soft swell of her belly, and something primal punched through my gut.
Images of her round and pregnant with my child bounced around like there was a goddamn pickleball match going on in my head. My tongue lapped and swirled around her nipple as her back arched off the bed. The sound of my name dripped beautifully from her lips in moan-like cries.
I could picture the future so fucking clearly, it felt like one of my sister’s silly psychic visions. Pregnant with my baby, milk dripping from her tits, rolling down her skin only to have me more than happily lap every drop with my tongue.
And I would.
I wasn’t sure what it would taste like, but it being my princess, I had a feeling it would be sweet and creamy. Alleviating her pain would feel great, too. I pulled back, letting her nipple go with a pop before giving the same generous attention to the other side.
I might push the caveman-like thoughts of keeping my girl barefoot and pregnant to the side, listening carefully to every moan and purr she made. I moved my knee between her legs, and she didn’t hesitate to rub her perfect kitty against my leg as she sought relief.
“Daddy! Daddy! I’m going to…” Her voice cracked, and then she whined when I took my knee away. “No! Wait! I was so close.”
“I know, baby.” I grinned wolfishly. When she narrowed her eyes, I knew she was about to mouth off and complain, and I sure as fuck didn’t want to punish her. Yet.
“Flip over, baby girl. Face down, ass up.” I didn’t finish my instructions before she did as she was told. I moved between her legs and smacked her ass cheek again.
Once.
Twice.
Her little gasps and the way her hands clenched around my sheets made my balls draw up tighter.
“Look at this delicious ass.” I rubbed each globe with my hands. “Perfect little ass for daddy’s hands, isn’t it?”
“Please.”
“Please, what, princess? What do you want?”
“Ughh,” she growled with frustration, and my nose flared.
“Do I have a horny little princess on my hands?”
“Sam!” she huffed, turning to look over her shoulder.
The motion only raised her ass higher, the arch in her back more pronounced, and I swore a light breeze could make me lose my load right then and there.
Thankfully, I didn’t. I managed to let out a dark chuckle before I motioned with my finger for her to turn around.
And to my surprise, my sexy, sweet, slightly bratty princess didn’t.
“No more teasing.” Her thighs pressed together and her ass squirmed. I looked down at her, and my nose flared at the sight.
She wasn’t just wet. She was fucking soaked.
Without thinking about what I had in mind, my hand moved between her legs, the pad of my middle finger lightly gliding between her folds with a feather-light touch.
“You’re pretty pussy hurt, Avery?”
“Sam,” she moaned, opening her thighs wider for me.
“Uh-uh.” My hand stilled, and her head dropped between her breasts. “What do you call me when I’m about to eat you from behind until your thighs quake and I have to hold you up, so you come so fucking hard, the neighbors at the end of the block know you’re mine?”
“Daddy,” she whimpered. My fingers continued exploring, pressing the tips to her entrance.
“Look at this tight little hole,” I growled, the scent of her juices like fucking ambrosia. My thumb skimmed over her other entrance. “You know how easy it would be to slip into both these little holes?”
“Daddy,” she gasped.
“One day. Soon, Avery.”
“I’ve never…” she gasped but swiveled her ass, trying to get my finger to dip deeper into her pussy.
“It’s okay. Daddy knows how to be gentle,” I reassured her. A light sheen of sweat covered my body.
“Fuck!” she cursed, and I smacked her ass. She turned to look at me.
“Language,” I corrected, and that blush trickled down her neck and chest.
“Why is that so hot?” she whimpered.
“What, babe?”
“The whole daddy-princess dynamic… It’s so messed up,” she moaned, her eyes dropping to the bed.
“No, baby,” I grunted. “Look at me, Avery.” I got her eyes again. “Nothing we do together could ever be wrong or messed up. We’re both grown-ass adults.”
“I know,” she panted.
“We play, we explore, we learn what the other likes. What we like. That’s what this is.
And fuck anyone who thinks this is wrong.
Look to your right,” I directed. I caught her eyes reflected on the full-length mirror leaning against the wall.
“You think that looks wrong?” I asked, teasing her entrance with my fingers.
I stared at the mirror, too.