Page 27 of Restless Obsession

“Daddy,” she whimpered. My hands teased the hem of her skirt.

“You want me to touch you, don’t you?”

“Please!” She nodded her head against the pillow, her strawberry-blonde hair a halo of soft fire behind her.

“I know you want daddy’s fingers on your little pussy, but first things first.” My hands roamed up to the hem of her blouse and, with a hell of a lot more patience than I thought was possible, I undid button after delicate button.

Kissing her stomach after exposing her skin. Swirling my tongue around her navel the way I wanted to do with her clit before finishing up, unbuttoning her blouse. The taste of her skin seared into my memory just like the sight the last button revealed.

My little girl wasn’t wearing a bra.

“All bare? No bra?” I asked, tweaking both her nipples at the same time.

“Daddy!” she cried out.

“You sexy, little, slutty girl. Did you do this hoping I would get on and watch you?”

“Yes!” she hissed, and even though the moment was hot and heavy, I knew she was speaking the truth.

I leaned down and, with a firm tongue, flicked a nipple back and forth before pulling it into my mouth, where I gently suckled on her. Pulling from her, all sorts of dirty, filthy images popped into my head. With a grunt, I let that one go to give the other the same attention, my hands on her hips trying to keep her squirmy little hips still.

When I couldn’t handle it anymore, my mouth moved south. She pulled herself up on her elbows to watch me flip that little skirt over to her exposed belly and, without taking my eyes off her, took my first taste of heaven on earth. I groaned like a wounded animal. One who had been starving and was about to gorge himself on the sweetest juices known to man.

“Daddy! Oh god.” She bucked, arching her back. Her shirt fell askew off her shoulders, her hair a wild mess behind her as the makeup smeared slightly and kitty ears clung to her head for mercy.

“Be my good girl, Lucy.” I squeezed her thighs as I licked and nibbled, enjoying every feminine dewy drop that dripped from her cunt.

“I need more,” she cried.

“You need to stay still, pretty girl.” I spanked the side of her thigh, not too hard or too light, and she squealed. Grinding against my face with a desperate need.

“Please!” she cried out. My tongue darted in and out of her little hole, tasting her, exploring her tightness. I almost went cross-eyed thinking about shoving my cock into this tight little channel.

“More, Daddy, please! I need more!”

“You want more, baby?” I growled as I pulled away, her eyes taking in the shininess of her girly honey all over my face. “You want daddy’s fingers or cock?” The offer was genuine.

“Cock.”

“You want daddy’s cock, huh?” I asked, pulling away and watching as she nodded furiously.

I hopped off the bed.

The temptation to take my cock out and stick it right in her sweet little pussy was too big, but there was no way the both of us weren’t going to be fucking naked our first time.

Sans that cute little skirt.

“Take your top off,” I ordered. Without taking my eyes off her, I undid the zipper, letting my thick, heavy dick spring out. Her eyes widened.

“What did daddy say, Sunshine?” She sat up and shimmied out of her blouse. “Ears,” I pointed out for her to chuck off.

Too on edge as I pushed down my pants down, along with my boxer briefs, after kicking off my socks and boots. She tossed the headband off, letting it land god only knew where, because our focus was locked on one another. I palmed my thick erection, swiping the droplet of fluid at the tip down as lube.

“You want this?” I asked, stroking myself slowly while my eyes roamed the lines of her curvy body. She was exquisite. All woman, divine femininity come to life.

And all mine.

Only mine.