Forever My Babygirl (Vegas Daddies) - Page 59

He gives a laugh. “That’s not what that means.” But he sinks a little deeper in the couch, his arms stretching out on either side of the sofa behind him.

I give his cock a rub and it twitches up to meet my hand. “Can we just agree to put a pin in this until later? We did talk about it, after all. I was honest with you and told you exactly what I was thinking.”

“Fine, but this conversation isn’t over, young lady.”

I give a nod of agreement.”

He stares at my legs. “Now, get those pants off and ride your daddy.”

I stand up, slipping my clothes off. He unbuckles his belt, and unzips his jeans and lowers them until his cock breaks free. It stands tall and proud, at attention, pre-cum glistening from the head, all ready for me. I grab his shoulders, climbing over him and bring my pussy down on his cock. He tilts his head up to me, demanding my kisses.

I swipe his bottom lip with the tip of my tongue, teasing.

“Be a good girl and kiss your daddy while you ride him.” He gives my ass a smack.

I kiss him, full on the lips, lowering down further onto his cock, just like a good little girl. But then that devil voice comes back, whispering in my ear. Let’s see how far we can take this whole topping from the bottom thing. I slow my hips, growing to a stop, sitting on his cock, but not moving. I clench my muscles, tightening my pussy around him. “Now, you don’t come until I tell you to.”

His brows shoot up in the air. “Excuse me?”

“I said—” but my words are cut off by his strong grip around my waist, lifting me from his lap. “Hey, what are you doing?”

“This has gone far enough. You need to know, you are marrying a daddy dom, and daddy doms don’t like their babygirls even teasing about being in charge.”

“But it’s just a sexy game—”

“That’s not the kind of game I like to play.” He cuts me off again, bending me over the high arm of his sofa. My shirt rides up as he bends me over the arm, pushing my upper body into the couch, my belly resting over the round, upholstered arm. “I have a sexy game for you. It’s called striping your ass with my belt.”

“What?” My voice comes out in a squeak.

“You heard me.” The sound of him pulling his belt from the loops of his jeans fills my ears.

“But I…” My protest lodges in my throat as I grow curious. What will it feel like to have his leather belt swiping across my bare ass? I find out all too soon as the buttery leather comes down across my curves.

“Oh,” a moan rises from me. It hurts but it also feels good, the burning heat on my ass making my pussy wet with desire. I beg, politely, like a good girl. “Do it again, please, daddy.”

He brings his belt down again, harder this time and it snaps against my skin, stinging my flesh and making me rise up on my toes. “Oh, daddy.”

“Your ass looks so pretty with my stripes across it. Ask daddy for one more.”

“Yes, sir. Please, one more, daddy.”

He brings the belt down over the lower curve of my ass. It hurts so good, making me want him so badly. “Will you fuck me now? Pretty pretty please? I’ll be your good, good girl.”

He comes up behind me, grabbing my hips, the fronts of his thighs pressing against the backs of mine. His cock finds the entrance of my pussy and he thrusts inside me.

I let out a low moan. Fuck. That feels unbelievable.

He takes me from the back and with my ass over the arm of the sofa, his cock goes deep inside me. My nails scrape at the fabric of the sofa, my toes curling as his hips bang against my ass. My pussy tightens around him and this time, I’m begging him to come. “Daddy, yes, fuck me till I come, please, make me come.”

He gives me all I ask for, burying his cock in my pussy over and over until that tight coil of a spring winds inside me, tightening and releasing as I come with a cry all the way from the bottom of my belly.

He keeps pumping, riding out my orgasm, tearing after his own pleasure. He comes, calling my name, calling me his babygirl. “Yes, Emmeline, yes, babygirl, give it to me.” He comes inside me, then pulls out, giving my ass a slap and collapses on the couch, pulling me onto his lap.

He holds me there, my face snuggled in his shoulder as he strokes my hair, and we catch our breath together. He kisses my cheek. “Don’t worry, babygirl. I think I’ve got this figured out. You like surprises, right?”

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