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“Hold on,” she grumbled. She banged Sealy down on Flash, and let out a high-pitched cry. “Winner!”
Jett stared at her as she lifted the seal’s little arms up, waving him around as he did his victory lap around Flash. “Wasn’t that awesome, Daddy? Did you see?”
“Sure did, baby. Come on. Tell me about it while you eat.” Standing, he held his hand out to her. She beamed as she took it and jumped to her feet, letting him guide her to the table.
She told him about the wrestling match between the toys as he cut her food up and fed her, feeding himself between her bites. And before they knew it, dinner was over and cleaned up, and she still hadn’t stopped talking.
She followed him around like a baby duck, talking and talking and talking. Not that he was really complaining. It seemed like she didn’t have anyone else to talk to, so he’d happily listen to her forever. It made him feel good knowing she felt so comfortable with him.
He wondered if he could take her to the bathroom, strip her, and get her in the bath without her realizing it. Was that wrong? Maybe a bit. But she had her safe word. Maybe if he didn’t make a big deal about it, she wouldn’t even think twice about it.
And it was getting late. She needed a bath before bed, and she’d told him she liked to read before she fell asleep. He wanted her to be comfy while she was trying to relax.
Without a word, he headed for the bedroom. Of course, she was on his heels.
“And then, she told him to go jump off a bridge. It was rather rude, but I understand it. He shouldn’t have been so mean. And mean people should jump off bridges, you know? Oh, that reminds me. This one time I saw a ladybug fly off a leaf?—”
He pulled everything out of her bag she might need and led her to the bathroom. It was small, but he’d given it a deep clean before she came over so he could bathe her. Turning, he knelt in front of her and tugged her shorts down her legs.
He held his breath, waiting for her to protest but she didn’t. She placed her hands on his shoulders as she spoke, stepping out of the shorts. He glanced up at her, finding her staring at the wall as she talked about the average speed sloth’s move.
Tugging her panties down, she stepped out of them, too. Okay, she must really not be aware of what was happening. Standing, he tugged her shirt off over her head. Then reached around to unclasp her bra.
That’s when she stiffened.
“Um, Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Why are you taking my clothes off?” she asked quietly, looking up at him with wide eyes. Pink rushed into her cheeks as she shifted her weight, pressing her legs together as he pulled her bra off completely.
“It’s bath time. Why? What are you thinking about?” He stared down at her body, taking in her curves and the softness of her little tummy, the fullness of her small breasts.
Fuck.
He wanted to sink himself inside her, wanted to taste her rosy nipples, wanted to feel her tongue lap at his cock after he finished filling her with his cum.
“Are you going to—are we about to—” She pressed her hands to her cheeks. “I thought we’d be in the bedroom for this, but I’ve heard good stuff about shower sex.” She stared longingly at the shower, and he grinned down at her.
“No sex tonight,” he said, and her bottom lip rolled out. “But if you’re a good girl, Daddy might make you come again.” Her eyes lit up at that, then she licked her lips.
“What about you?” she asked quietly. He tilted his head to the side in silent question. “Can I make you come? Oh my God, I can’t believe I said that.”
Reaching out, he skimmed his hand over the curve of her waist. “You want to make me come, pretty girl?” Her breath caught as she nodded. “How do you want to do that?”
“How would you like me to?” He shook his head.
“I asked you a question, I expect a real answer.”
Her entire body flushed pink and she swayed into him. He skimmed his hand higher, gently cupping her breast. She gasped as he brushed his thumb over her tight nipple.
“My mouth,” she whispered. His brows rose as he softly rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Yeah? You ever give head before?” Her throat bobbed as she shook her head. Fuck, he shouldn’t like that so much. But he did. He liked being her first in everything. “We never talked about limits.”
“I told you I’m open to everything,” she breathed.
He eyed her as he pinched her nipple, twisting it slightly. She cried out, arching her back. “How do you feel about a bit of pain?”
