She felt his chest move. Knew he was laughing at her. Didn’t care.
“Yeah, babe. It certainly was.”
She managed to raise her head to smile down at him. “It was good for you?”
“Best I’ve ever had.”
“Oh. That’s nice.”
This time his laugh wasn’t silent.
21
She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock then pressed the tip into the slit. She loved hearing him groan, hearing him say her name, loved that she gave him this much pleasure.
“Take me, baby girl. Take me in deep.”
More than ready for that, she took him into her mouth, took as much of him as she could. Then she slowly slid her way back up. Down quickly. Up slowly.
Suddenly, he grabbed her. Pulled her off him.
“No,” she groaned.
“Not coming in your mouth,” he told her. “Turn around, on your knees, grasp hold of the headboard and don’t let go.”
She loved when he got all bossy in the bedroom. He pushed her legs apart then surged into her. He bit down lightly on the spot where her neck and shoulder met as she arched back into him with a cry. In and out. He pounded into her, drove her up higher.
“Come with me, baby,” he commanded as he brushed his finger against her clit.
She shattered. She thrust back against him. Taking him as deep as she could. And he gave as good as he got until he roared his release and followed her over.
They collapsed together before he rolled off her, pulling her in against him, her head to his chest, his hand rubbing her back.
“Good morning, sugar.”
Oh, it certainly was.
Forty-five minutes later, she stepped into the kitchen to find him leaning against the counter, sipping his coffee. His head rose and he smiled at her. “Got your breakfast ready, baby.”
She wrinkled her nose as she stared down at the oatmeal on the counter. He reached over and pulled her so her back rested against his front then he kissed her neck lightly. “Does Daddy need to feed his girl?”
Happiness filled her. “I’m a big girl, Daddy.”
“Sometimes. And sometimes you’re my little girl. And I know that look, you’re thinking of a way you can pour that down the toilet.”
She sighed. Sometimes it was hard to have a daddy who was so observant. Which is how she found herself sitting at the kitchen counter while Daddy spooned oatmeal into her mouth. Of course, he blew on each spoonful to make sure it wasn’t too hot and occasionally he’d make choo-choo noises so that was fun.
When she was full, he wiped her face and hands gently. Then he kissed the tip of her nose. “My beautiful girl. Go brush your teeth. We’re going for a ride out to the ranch.”
Disappointment filled her. “You have to work?” She loved going to visit her friends at Sanctuary, but she thought she had him to herself today.
“Nope.”
“Then why are we going to the ranch?”
“Taking you to see my place.”
This was unexpected. She’d asked him why he hadn’t shown her his place when he’d brought her out to the ranch the other times and he’d told her it was having a few renovations.