Page 31 of Schooling Little Sage

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“No, Daddy.”

Daddy lifted up and sat back down, and I swear my insides felt like a rocket ship taking off. “Eeep!” Daddy chuckled. “D-Don’t laugh, I might explode.” Shoot, that only made him laugh harder.

“How does it feel being inside your Daddy?”

Now he expected me to think?

“Um, tight?” And amazing and dangerously closing to coming before Daddy. Again.

“But you’re okay? Do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes and yes but if you move again it’s game over for me.”

I was glad he was happy but was he trying to kill me with all the laughing?

“Sorry, try to hold on for Daddy. Count backwards from one hundred.”

“Count?” And there he went doing things with his hips. Sexy things, I didn’t even understand how his hips moved like that, but it was torture. Plain and simple. It was like having my winkie stuck in this tight, vibrating…

Ninety-nine.

Ninety-eight.

Ninety-seven.

Dear god, how did he hit that-that…

Where was I?

Seventy-five.

Seventy-four.

Seventy-three.

Up and down, up and down. My eyes rolled back, my teeth chattered. I gripped the sheets as tight as I could, doing my best not to disappoint Daddy.

Twenty-seven.

Twenty-six.

Twenty-five.

“Almost there.”

Almost there?

“Sage, stroke Daddy.”

Wait, what?

Guess I didn’t move fast enough because he took my hand, wrapped it around his winky and used it to stroke himself with. This was like a double whammy, way overloading my current… issue.

“Daddy, please, hurry,” came out whiney but if my toes curled any tighter they might not go straight again. Daddy’s hand moved faster over mine. I didn’t know what to focus on and counting wasn’t happening.

This was too much. “I gotta! I gotta!”