Page 19 of Working For Her Attention

My fingers tangled in her hair, tugging it gently to place her exactly where I wanted. Part of me should have been horrified I was doing too much too soon, but I felt her smile against my mouth, and that’s when the kiss really enflamed. Suddenly, the two of us were up in flames, too hot to stop. My sweet princess turned naughty when her little fingers found the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head.

And I couldn’t help but match her.

Needing to feel her skin against mine, I took her top off, tossing it god only knew where before unhooking her bra with nimble fingers.

“Fuck!” I cursed as I took my first look of the most perfect set of tits I’d ever seen. Pale creamy skin covered firm more-than-a-handful breasts with berry-pink nipples that were tight and screaming for attention. With a growl, my head dipped down and I took a perfect nipple into my mouth. Her fingertips dug into my shoulders as her back arched, grinding her pussy against my hardness.

“Daddy.” Her soft moans only fueled my desire. “Please,” she pleaded, and it wasn’t until she was done undoing my belt that I realized what she was up to.

“Please, what?” I groaned before pulling away.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. I stood, bringing her with me.

She squealed, pressing her perfect full breasts against my bare chest as I walked us out of the living room and down the darkened hall. I didn’t bother turning any lights on. Not because I wasn’t dying to get a better look of her but because I was that much in a hurry to get her into my bed.

“What are you doing?” she breathed. One of my hands rose and fell, spanking one of her plump ass cheeks before firmly gripping it.

“Shut it,” I clipped. I was on edge. Too fucking close to the edge for a forty-year-old man. I should have been stronger than this.

“Daddy?”

“You gotta be a good girl for me, princess,” I growled, stepping into my room.

Our room. Sooner rather than later, I’d convince her into moving in with me. Making this place a real home with her in it.

I dropped her carefully in the middle of my bed and took my fill of her.

Seeing her there, topless, tits bouncing for me like my very own dirty wet dream come true, I palmed the hard ridge of my cock behind my pants.

“Take everything off for me, baby,” I ordered, my voice almost unrecognizable in my ears. I watched as Avery did as I said without a word like a good girl. My girl.

When she shimmied out of her jeans, her tits jiggled and bounced. Inch after inch of bare skin was exposed until she was left completely naked. My girl’s knees bent on the bed, pressed together, preventing me from seeing the precious beauty she had between her thighs. My knee touched the mattress, and she frowned, giving me a hint of the adorable brat that lay beneath all her sweetness.

“Wait, what about you?”

“What about me, Avery?”

“You’re still dressed,” she pointed out. My cock strained to be freed. To take every stitch of clothing off and sink into her tight wet heat.

But I couldn’t do that.

Not yet.

I bit down on the inside of my cheek, trying to get some kind of hold on myself. She lifted her body up on her elbows. “Why?” she asked, and I swallowed. My cock was throbbing. All the fucking blood flow in my body had dashed southbound in a way I couldn’t manage an explanation.

“Please,” she pleaded, her eyes wide and filled with desire that matched my own.

“Who’s in charge, little girl?” I asked, trying to get some control back. Didn’t she know denying her was almost close to impossible? She blinked.

“But I want⁠—“

“Shit,” I huffed and undid the zipper of my jeans, letting them fall to the ground, leaving me in nothing but my dark boxer briefs. Those are going to stay on even it fucking kills me.

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.