The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βTa very much, Daddy,β I whimper when itβs over, and rub my smarting legs when he lets me.
βGood girl, Emmy.β His hands, cool against my overheated skin, follow mine. βWill you mind your Ps and Qs now?β
βYes, Daddy.β
βThatβs my little angel. Turn on your side.β
I roll as instructed. Logan puts a fresh towel down under my butt before spooning in behind me. He slides his arm under me and twists my shoulders, so theyβre flat on the bed, while holding my hips flush against his. His erection presses in between my butt-cheeks. I lift my left leg a little to ease the strain on my back and hip. Itβs a position Iβve done in yoga class and seen in porn videos, and itβs not really very comfortable.
Logan must see the discomfort on my face. βJust for a minute, baby doll. I want to see your eyes as I enter you.β
That makes it okay. I relax against him, sliding my leg over his. He runs his hand up and down between my breasts and my belly before cupping my mons and holding me still while he pushes into me from behind. I meet his eyes, those dark werewolf eyes, glowing a little in the red morning light, as he stretches and fills me. I lose his gaze when my eyes roll back, but not before I see the savage pleasure fill his face.
βGood girl.β His praise fills something else in me. βTurn so youβre comfortable, sweetheart.β
I shift my shoulders so Iβm no longer twisting and Logan pulls me tight back against him as he starts to thrust, grinding his cock head over my G-spot. He props himself up on his elbow and leans over me, pressing his cheek against mine, and speaks into my ear. βBeautiful baby. You feel so good. Daddyβs going to take this slow. Slow and sweet and deep. Do you like it that way?β
βYes, Daddy.β What I donβt like is the lack of connection in this position. Although I love what his cockβs doing inside me. I canβt see him without twisting my neck, or touch him, the way I could when he was on top of me last night. And heβs not mastering me the way he did that made me so crazy. βDaddy, can I please have your weight again? Please-please?β
He presses his lips against my cheek, breathing warmly against my skin. βNot feeling this, little girl?β
I shake my head. βI love what your, um, penis is doing, Daddy, but I canβt see you or touch you.β
βFair enough, sweetheart. I just donβt want to crush you.β
βIβm super-tough. Un-crushable me. Promise.β
βUn-crushable you, huh?β He chuckles into my hair. βOkay.β
He withdraws from me, rolls me onto my back, kneels between my spread legs and scoops up my hips, drawing my lower body up against his at a right angle, while my shoulders and head are still on the bed. I wrap my legs around his hips, locking my ankles behind him. The iron-hard bar of his forearm slides under my ass, supporting me and reminding me of the soreness of my backside. Heβs not giving me his weight, but I have no control in this position. Iβm at his mercy, with only one choice: submit or struggle. With a wriggle, I happily choose to submit. He slides his wet length along my slit, then angles his hips back, lines himself up and pushes into me, holding me steady for his entry. I arch at the delicious sensation that runs all the way up my spine. His slow penetration pushes a long moan out of me.
βOh, fuck yes,β he groans. βLet me see your eyes, baby.β I twist and lift my head so I can meet his gaze. βOh, yeah. Thatβll never get old.β
Iβve got no idea what he sees in my eyes when he enters me. I know Iβm wide open to him in that moment. Anything he asked of me, Iβd do; anything he wanted, Iβd give. Maybe itβs that vulnerability he sees. Whatever it is, it darkens his eyes and fills his face with primal satisfaction.
He spread his knees and begins thrusting, that hard snap of his hips he used the third time last night. In this position, heβs shoving right up into my G-spot with each thrust, surging against my cervix at the end of the stroke, and I keen with the sharp onslaught of pleasure. βDaddy, Daddy!β
βMmm,β he growls. βI think someone likes this position.β
I nod fervently, my hair foaming around my face. I shake it back and reach for him, wanting that connection our last position lacked. I find his thigh with one hand and grip it, feeling the firm muscle flex under my hand as he thrusts, using his back and ass and thighs.
As I grope at him with my other hand, Logan reaches down and threads his fingers through mine. βIβve got you, baby.β
Oh, God, he does. He holds me tight while he fucks me. Last night was Master fucking his subbie. This feels more like Daddy fucking his baby girl. Thereβs something tender and sweet about it even while itβs hot and strenuous and right on the edge of too much. It undoes me in minutes. Iβm shivering all over, my toes curling, legs clasping at him as though I could somehow pull him deeper. I remember to beg before I go over, arching up, my head grinding back into the mattress.
Logan pulls my hand to my belly and clasps our hands there, flat on my belly, pressing down against his upward thrusts. I gasp out each hard contraction of my body. This orgasm sucks in-in-in instead of splintering me outward, and for a second, I feel connected
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