“You’re going to take what Daddy gives you, then you’re going to sleep,” he murmured against her skin, his voice roughened with a need he had no intention of filling.
Junie relaxed back onto the pillows, blinking slowly and watching him with heavy trusting eyes. Every instinct in his body roared at him to claim her hard and fast, to sink inside her and never leave.
He hadn’t meant for things to go this far. Not here in her childhood bedroom. Not yet. But the second he tasted the sweet, slick heat of her, all his good intentions burned away.
“Spread your legs wider for Daddy, Cupcake,” he ordered.
Junie relaxed back onto the pillows. She whimpered but obeyed, her thighs parting further. The easy trust in that simple movement sent a fresh spike of hunger through him. She trembled under his hands, her pretty pink pussy already glistening and ready.
“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, settling between spread thighs. “So wet already. Is this all for me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, the words shaky but eager. “Only for you.”
That was all the permission he needed.
He dipped his head and dragged his tongue slowly up her slit in one long, deliberate lick. Junie cried out, her hips jerking against his mouth. He gripped her thighs, holding her open exactly how he wanted her.
She tasted so damn good, sweet and addictive, and he licked her again. Deeper this time, circling her clit with the flat of his tongue before sucking it between his lips.
Her hands fisted in his hair as needy little sounds spilled out of her, each one making his cock throb harder against the bed.
“Stay still,” he commanded against her soaked flesh. “You take what I give you without moving.”
She rocked her head back and forth, letting out a whimper, but didn’t move.
Licking her again, slower this time, he savored her. Learning exactly what made her gasp and what made her thighs shake around his shoulders. Her hands fisted tightly in the sheets, her back arching as broken little moans spilled from her mouth.
“Oh—Daddy… please…” she cried out, but she didn’t move.
The sound of her calling him Daddy like that nearly undid him. He hadn’t planned on devouring her like a starving man. But now that he had her spread out and dripping for him, he couldn’t stop. She responded so perfectly, like her body had been made for his mouth, for his hands, for him.
He slid two thick fingers inside her, curling them just right while his tongue worked her clit in steady, relentless strokes. Her thighs started to shake around his shoulders. Her breathing turned into desperate little pants.
“Please—I’m so close—Daddy, please let me move, please?—”
“Okay, little baker, you have my permission to move and come,” he growled against her. “Let Daddy taste you on his tongue.”
She shattered with a sharp cry of his name, her walls clampingdown around his fingers as she came hard. He groaned against her, licking her through every pulse, every lurch, every shudder, drawing out her pleasure until she turned into a whimpering and oversensitive mess beneath his mouth.
Even then, he didn’t stop completely. He gentled his touch, pressing soft, soothing kisses to her swollen folds while she came down, trembling and gasping for air. He couldn’t get enough of her.
When he finally lifted his head, Junie looked completely wrecked. Her cheeks wore a beautiful flush, lips parted, eyes glassy with pleasure, panting, exhausted. She reached for him with shaky hands.
He crawled up her body and gathered her close, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on his tongue. Inside his jeans, his cock throbbed against her thigh, but he made no move to take more. Not today.
“Take me,” she whispered, her voice still hoarse.
“Not this time,” he murmured against her lips, even as his body screamed at him to sink inside her. “You’ve had enough for one day, Cupcake. Let Daddy hold you.”
She curled into his chest with a soft, contented sigh. Her fingers traced lazy circles over his heart through the slits between the buttons on his shirt. She fit against him like she belonged there. Like she’d always belonged there.
Pressing his face into her hair, he breathed her in. Her warm, sleepy scent settled him. The last thing he’d meant was for things to go this far… but damn if he didn’t want to keep her right here forever.
He pulled her tighter into his arms and tucked her against his chest with Nibbles wedged between them.
“Sleep, little baker,” he whispered, pressing one last kiss to her forehead. “Daddy’s got you.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
