“Yep.”
She took me in her mouth. “Fuck,” I groaned. Her mouth was so soft and warm. She sucked on the tip before moving down my shaft. Her tongue massaged underneath as she sank deeper on my cock. She slid off and licked her lips.
“Is that okay, Daddy?”
“It's more than okay, baby.” I rocked my hips. “You’re doing so well?”
She grinned and dove back on me. Devouring my cock, using her hands and the pressure of her tongue and lips as if she were inside my head, knowing what made me feel good. Then she took me deeper, her throat tightening around me.
“Oh, fuck, Kylie.”
She slid off and then back down on my cock, swallowing it until her lips pressed against my pelvis. My hands shot out from behind me and gripped the back of her head.
She slid up and down a few more times. She didn’t need any help from me.
“I’m going to come, baby.”
She answered by sucking harder. My hips thrust into her mouth. Her tongue worked in a wild rhythm, and I couldn’t hold out any longer.
“Oh, fuck, yeah.” My vision blurred and my body stiffened. The only thing that existed was her mouth encasing my cock. “Oh, God.” My body shivered as streams of cum shot down her throat. She took it all and wouldn’t release me until the last drop.
I blinked. My vision returned. The picture in front of me, of Kylie, laying small kisses up and down my shaft. Cleaning my cock like it was her job and grinning up at me, knowing she did good.
I shook my head, reached to grip her under her shoulders and hauled her up to kiss those naughty little lips. It was my turn to taste myself on her tongue. I rolled her onto her back, kissed her until we both gasped for oxygen.
“Was that the mushy stuff you were talking about?” I sucked on her neck, feeling her breath return. “If so, I have to say, it’s pretty hot, too.”
She giggled, and it vibrated through me. Her laugh filled my heart.
I kissed down her neck and across her chest, nibbling on her nipples the way she had mine. My tongue traced a trail down to her stomach when someone knocked on the door.
“Who’s that?” Kylie asked.
I rested my forehead against her chest.
“Room service.” A voice said from the other side of the door.
“Shit.” I crawled off her. “It was a great idea when I ordered it last night. I didn’t plan to leave this room all day.”
A laugh bubbled up from her chest, and her stomach growled. “Still a good idea, Daddy.” She offered me her puckered lips. I kissed them and jumped off the bed. Fumbling with the pair of shorts I had discarded last night.
I covered her up with a blanket. Such a shame, but her beautiful body was for my eyes only.
I checked back to make sure she was completely covered and opened the door.
“Hi Mr. Carmichael.” The room attendant stood with a cart full of food. “Would you like me to set this up for you?”
“No,” I handed him a twenty. “I’ve got it from here.”
“Thank you.” He smiled and tipped his imaginary cap, and walked away. I pulled the tray into the room. Kylie squirmed under the blankets.
“What are you doing?” I pushed the cart to her bedside.
“I can’t eat breakfast with no clothes on.”
“Who says?” I sat on the edge, and she appeared with the onesie on. She sipped up the front. “In fact, I think we should make that a rule. Breakfast naked.”
“You first,” she challenged.
