Page 21 of Working For Her Attention

“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.

My hands ran up her spine and back down, gripping her ass before rubbing it. My big, tanned body behind her light creamy one. Her pretty face flushed, lips parted, eyes hooded with desire. She looked like a fallen angel about to be ruined.

“No, Daddy.”

“Tell me what it looks like.”

“Right, so right,” she moaned.

“Good girl. You keep watching, baby.” I settled behind her, pressed my face between her ass, and started to lick her pussy.