The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) 📕

praise her, and stroke her soft hips and thighs as she works her way down. I’m a visual bloke and the view’s glorious: her creamy curves against the darker skin of my thighs, the faint marks from last night’s strapping across her smooth cheeks, the shadow of her cleft, and my reddened shaft disappearing between her wet, pink lips.

“Good girl. Lean forward. Balance on Daddy’s shins.”

With a wriggle, she moves into position. Her little hands close around my calves, another point of connection. I lube my fingers again and rub them up and down her cleft as she begins to ride me, working my cock deeper and deeper until my tip bumps along the smooth closure of her womb. She whimpers with pleasure-pain.

I rub her sacrum with my free hand. Letting her know that I hear her, that sweet sound of submission and surrender, as she gives herself over to what I want her to feel. She’s on top; it might seem like a dominant position. But she’s doing exactly what I want, when I want. The only control she has is to choose to submit or not. That’s all I allow her and all she wants.

“Who does this ass belong to, Emmy?”

“You, Daddy.” She arches her back as she slides up and down me, giving me easy access. I rim her with my slick finger until she begins to open. I plug her frequently, and she goes crazy when I fuck her plugged, but the initial invasion is still difficult for her. I love watching her struggle. Mindful submission is exactly right. It fills my soul as well as my cock.

I press one finger into her and work it against the resistance of her sphincter. When the ring of muscle softens, I push another finger in and stroke slowly in and out of her warm, slick hole, as she moans and shudders.

“Daddy,” she gasps.

I push my fingers and cock deep with a groan. “Oh, yes, my little girl. Do you feel Daddy in both your holes?”

She makes a purring whimper that sounds like it should come from the cat and shivers uncontrollably as she lifts and lowers, lifts and lowers, impaling herself. “Yes, Daddy, yes.”

“Sweet baby. Little faster now.”

With a mewl, she increases her pace, but keeps her form, with her back arched so my cock slides deep and bumps her cervix with each thrust. My fingers sink in all the way to the knuckle. She tightens, her muscles gripping me, a hard stroke of heat up and down my shaft. Her thighs shake against mine and she squeezes my shins. “Daddy?”

Such a sweet, pleading sound. It shoots straight to my balls.

“I’m here.” I rub my palm over her tailbone. Press down to drive her even harder onto my cock and fingers. “What do you need?”

“Please, can I come?”

“Not yet. Little faster. Bring Daddy with you, sweetie. I want us to come together.”

She pants but nods and speeds up, bouncing on my cock, her soft ass-cheeks jiggling. The tension gathers in my thighs, flexing wide as she rides me, and in my balls, pulling up against my body. I arch under her, loving the tug and roll of our rising need. We balance against each other for long moments, her body drawing on mine, mine straining into hers. Each breath becomes a groan. I pull hard on the small of her back, crushing her down onto me as I jerk up into her. She throws her head back, her dark curls sweeping across her shoulders. She’s coming.

“Yes, that’s it. Come for me, baby girl.”

Her sweet cunt milks me and I let go, shooting my release into her in bursts that turn my balls inside out and set off red fireworks behind my eyes. Pleasure turns my body rigid, every muscle straining. The leather under me creaks as I arch off the couch, ramming up into Emily even as she collapses over my legs, her body cupping mine.

With a groan that echoes up from my damn bones, I slump back onto the couch. I slide my fingers out of her ass, clean them carefully on a baby wipe, and rub my palms over her quivering cheeks.

“Stay still, little girl,” I whisper, low and rumbly. “We’re not done. You’re going to hold Daddy’s cock nice and tight in you, and squeeze with every hit. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, rubbing her cheek against my shin.

“That’s my good girl. This is going to be hard and stingy, but this is not discipline, my little love. ‘Yellow’ if it becomes more pain than pleasure.”

“Yes, Daddy, thank you.” She squeezes my calves, nuzzles my shin, and wriggles down a little tighter on my groin. “Ta for my orgasm.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Relax into what Daddy gives you now.”

I push down on her ass-cheeks, pressing the heat of my hands, the strength of my muscle and bone, into her soft flesh. Despite last night, her ass is peach and cream, with just a few red streaks from the strap’s edge. She needs to be warmed up again. Once her skin pinkens, I lift my left hand and bring it down on the apple of her cheek. My palm burns and I feel the answering heat that rises in her skin. Emily huffs a breath across my calf, stirring the hairs on my leg. I smile at the fresh point of connection, a bridge of flesh and air, before I bring my right hand down.

I alternate hands and cheeks. Hitting the same spots over and over with the flats of my fingers, the hard ridge where fingers meet palm. She gasps and whimpers with each stroke but does exactly as instructed: squeezing her pussy hard on my cock each time. I’m sensitive after coming, and the pressure hurts, but feels good, too. I groan at each tight squeeze.

I build the rhythm, slow and alternating cheeks at first, then faster, finally hitting both cheeks together, a hard tattoo of sound. Emily’s gasping, begging between breaths.

“Come on