The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βMmm, thatβs beautiful, baby doll,β Logan says, pushing up, shifting his weight backwards and taking away my new favorite toy. I pant and whimper at the loss.
He reaches down and cups my head, lifting it so I can see down my body. My labia are bright pink, and my clit is so engorged itβs sticking up like a bullet between my inflamed lips.
βDaddy, Daddy, please,β I beg.
Logan chuckles. βWhatβs wrong, baby doll? You anxious to get to the fucking?β
βYes, Daddy, please. Iβm so ready.β
βMmm.β He leans down and kisses me upside-down, which makes me giggle at the brush of his chin against my nose. βIβm pretty ready, too, Iβll admit. Youβve got me hotter than fuck. Slide up.β
He helps me scoot up so Iβm lying fully on the bed, my head and hips on pillows. Logan shucks off his robe and climbs up onto the bed beside me. He admires his handiwork for a moment, stroking my reddened lips, then tracing his fingers up my belly and swirling over my skin. He lifts his fingers to his lips and licks me off him again, then reaches down and slides a finger into me, withdraws and pushes two in, curling his fingertips right against that spot that makes me wild. I gulp and arc up. Iβm ready. Iβm so ready. But Iβm also strangely reluctant. I donβt want this wonderful torture to end, and I want him deep in me when I come.
βYou feel close, baby doll,β he growls.
I nod. Pretty damn close.
βYou want Daddy to bring you now?β
I shake my head. I want him in me.
That wins me a huge grin. βOh, baby doll, good answer.β
He moves over me, kneeling between my spread thighs and angling his hips so he can line up his cock and push slowly, oh so slowly, into me.
I arch to take him. Heβs wonderfully thick, stretching me as he pushes deeper. My whole body fires white-hot with the burn of his entry. I whimper and reach for him, then hug myself since Iβm not sure if he wants me to touch him.
βBaby girl,β he groans. βYou feel so good. Look at me. Let me see you as I get right down inside.β He leans over me, supporting himself on his forearms and looking down into my eyes. βTouch me, baby.β
Oh, yes! I reach for him eagerly, running my hands up and down his chest, then curving my arms around the firm barrel of his ribs and lifting myself to rub my breasts against him while he pins my hips to the bed and thrusts, slow and deep. Thereβs so much sensation. Iβm tender from the slapping. Heβs all the way in, bottoming out with the deepest strokes. I canβt keep still. My legs clasp his hips restlessly. I shiver and shudder with each thrust. My pussyβs already fisting around him and he just got inside me.
βWhat a squirmy little thing you are,β he murmurs to me, which only makes me wriggle harder.
βDaddy, please can I come?β I whimper.
βYeah?β He pushes up on his forearms so he can look into my face. Iβm sure Iβm a red, sweaty mess, but I donβt care. Iβm about to come for the second time tonight and all I care about is the sensation that keeps lifting me, winging me upwards. βAlready?β
I nod so hard my hair flops into my face.
Logan chuckles as he brushes away the tangles and lowers himself like heβs doing a press-up to kiss me. βYes, you can come,β he says against my lips.
Iβm not quite to the point of coming on command, although I have no doubt Logan could get me there. But it doesnβt take long. He thrusts hard, giving me bright spikes of pleasure-pain as he bumps my cervix. The friction against my inflamed pussy-lips, the harsh rub of the towel against my abused ass, the prickle of his leg-hair against my stinging calves, they push me over the edge in a few dozen strokes and Iβm soaring, spinning, shaking and only his body enclosing mine anchors me. His feral dark eyes hold mine as I come and he growls deep in his chest.
βBaby doll.β
I finally lose his eyes when mine roll back and I grab his neck, afraid I really will fly off the bed, Iβm convulsing so hard. His growls turn to grunts as my body milks his. He plants himself deep and stops moving, holding me down while I continue to shiver beneath him.
βJesus H. Christ, little girl,β he rasps in my ear. βYouβve got me right on the edge and itβs been five whole minutes.β
βSorry, Daddy,β I mutter, although Iβm not sorry at all, and Iβm really glad heβs stopped moving because my bones have turned to jello.
He chuckles. βYou need a minute after that, sweetheart?β
I nod and loosen my hold on him. Iβm clinging to him like a koala baby to its mother and although thatβs cute during sex, I havenβt met a guy yet who likes it afterwards.
Until Logan.
βWhere are you going?β He holds himself up on one forearm while he pulls my legs back around his hips and my arms back around his neck. βHold on tight because the next rideβs the Big One at Blackpool Pleasure Beach.β
Having sampled Blackpoolβs dubious delights during one of my trips to England, I know heβs talking about a huge roller-coaster. Iβm totally fine with him riding me like that, so I squeeze him with my jello-bones and wriggle happily.
βCan you come again, baby?β he asks, after heβs given me a minute to recover.
Multiple orgasms are not my best thing, but I donβt care in this moment. I want him to fuck me raw, until I canβt sit down and have to stand the whole way back to Syracuse. βYes, if you do it hard, Daddy.β
The wolfy
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