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“I don’t like it, and I’m full,” she said, her nose wrinkling.
“Too full for hot chocolate and brownies?” He almost laughed as he watched her consider her answer. When she speared a stalk of asparagus, he said, “Good girl.”
After dinner, he cleaned the kitchen while she set up the board for the game she’d chosen. He brought their mugs and a plate of brownies to the coffee table.
“Oh, thank you,” she said, picking up her mug.
“Careful, it’s hot beneath that mountain of marshmallows.”
“What color do you want to be, Daddy?” she asked, holding out her palm where several little plastic gingerbread men laid.
“I’ll be orange.”
“I’ll be pink,” she said, placing the two pieces on the beginning square. “Do you want to go first?”
“No, sweetie, the youngest player goes first.”
“Oh, goodie!” She took another sip of her hot chocolate and a big bite of her brownie before drawing her first card.
They played Candy Land, her squeals when she landed on the space that allowed her to take a shortcut across the bridge almost as cute as her exaggerated sighs when she landed on a licorice spot, losing a turn. But what had him grinning was when she bounced on her cushion, clapping her hands when he drew a card that sent him almost all the way back to the beginning. When she easily won, she jumped up and did an adorable version of her ‘happy dance’ around the table, causing him to grunt when she plopped down, straddling his lap.
“I won so you get to put up the game.”
He shook his head. “I wonder if you’ll be as gracious a loser as you are a winner.”
“Probably not,” she said, giggling. “After all, I’m just a little girl. You should let me win.”
“Nope, I believe in teaching my girl that it isn’t if you win or lose, the fun is in playing the game.”
She tilted her head as if to say that was the stupidest thing she’d ever heard.
“You doubt your daddy?”
“Ummm, duh.”
“Well, then I suppose you don’t want to play my version of the game?”
“What is your version?”
“My version is where the loser gets to enjoy some candy.”
“But, you don’t like sweets. You didn’t even eat all of your brownie.”
“Oh, but I do love some sweets,” Liam said, reaching for the tab of the zipper at her throat. Her eyes widened as he began to pull it down. “I absolutely adore sweet little berries that start out soft, then get hard as I nibble on their flesh.” He released the zipper when it reached her hips and slid his hands inside her jammies to run his fingers across her nipples. “Ah, like these little berries.” Rolling the hard pebbles between his fingers, he felt her shudder and squirm, knowing she’d feel his cock beneath her. Opening the halves of her pajamas, he bent forward and gave each nipple a flick of his tongue. She moaned, arching her back as if to offer him more.
“I also absolutely love the taste of honey on my tongue,” he continued, slipping a hand into her panties and over her bare mound to find her already hot, her folds slick. “Do you know where I could find some honey?”
“Yes,” she said. “Oh, yes, right there, Daddy.”
He slipped his finger up and down the seam of her sex, each stroke adding a bit more honey to his hand. Lowering his head, he sucked a taut nipple into his mouth, drawing hard and giving it a nip, which caused her pussy to gush. She placed her hands on his shoulders as if needing to ground herself as he played his game. Popping one nipple free, he moved to the other, sucking, licking, nipping as she mewled and then moaned when he slipped a finger into her honey pot. He pumped his finger in and out of her soaked sheath, his thumb rubbing over her clit.
Lifting his mouth from her breast, he said, “Come for me, Elena. Come while my finger is deep inside you.”
It didn’t take but a few more strokes before she stiffened and then cried out as she obeyed, her pussy gripping his finger, her honey flowing to soak his hand and her panties. He kept sucking her nipples, slowing his thrusts as she came down from her climax. He didn’t bother zipping her back up. Instead, he cupped her bottom in his hands and stood. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, her face pressed against his shoulder.
“I like your game, Daddy. But, you let me win.”
Liam chuckled. “Baby, this game is far from being over.”
