by Ava Sinclair
“What do you want, little one?” I run my finger down her spine. Her body arches as I do. She looks back at me through half-closed eyes already glazed with lust. Her cheek is against the bed.
“I want Daddy’s cock in my pussy.” She sighs. “I’m so wet, Daddy. Can you make it better?”
“Daddy will always make it better.” I move behind her, leaning forward to cup her breasts. I roll the tight nipples between my fingers, reminding her that they are mine, too—mine to suck and nibble and knead.
She is mine, I tell her, and I’ll never let her go.
The head of my cock is pressed against her clit. Sugar looks back again and whimpers.
“Daddy, you’re so big. Be easy, okay?”
“I’ll go easy until you want me to go hard, little one.”
I push into her, the long-awaited sensation as good as I imagined, better even. She’s so hot and tight. Her slick walls clamp down on the length of my cock, clenching rhythmically along my length. The plug in her ass is pressing against the membrane between her pussy and her bottom. It makes for an even tighter fit, but by the sounds of her groans and the ensuing slickness, the slide into her eager body is as delicious for her as it is for me.
When I’m fully seated, I reach down to stroke her clit. I hear my own groan now as I look down to see her warm, spanked ass cheeks pressed against me, see my cock filling her pussy just beneath the flanged plug filling her ass.
“Ohhhhh….” It’s a woman’s moan coming from my little girl. The roles we play are just that. Roles. She’s my wife, my woman, my love, and my lover. We are free enough to live and embrace our dominant and submissive selves. I begin to move in my perfect mate, sliding in and out in long, slow strokes, reminding her with each one that she’s mine, all mine.
“Harder, Daddy. Harder.” The words are music to my ears. I grasp her hips, digging my fingers into the soft flesh. Daddy is going to wreck his little girl, and she’s going to love it.
I drive into her, holding her fast as my cock thrusts in and out. I set the pace by the sound of her cries. She encourages me with her eagerness. A sheen of sweat is forming on her back. I lean over, scoring her shoulder with my teeth as I push myself into her up to the hilt. Her pussy is constricting, the hot, wet sleeve of it drawing and drawing until I can no longer deny her my tribute. I nearly withdraw and with a cry push myself back in, drawing her up as I do, pulling her back against my chest, finding her sweet mouth with mine. I swallow her cries of bliss as I coat her pussy with my seed.
She lays her head back against my shoulder, her eyes closed as her pussy milks the last of the cum from my cock.
“Daddy, you made it all better,” she says.
“And I always will,” I promise. “I always will.”
WHO’S YOUR DADDY?
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About the Author
USA Today bestselling author Ava Sinclair pens steamy romance across a range of genres. Although she’s probably best known for her daddy dom books, she’s also written contemporary romance and a bestselling fantasy reverse harem series.
She lives in the foothills of Virginia, where she enjoys making up stories and communing with nature.
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