The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
Read free book Β«The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) πΒ» - read online or download for free at americanlibrarybooks.com
Read book online Β«The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) πΒ». Author - Frost, J
βHold on to it, Emmy,β I tell her, leaning over her and bracing myself on my forearms. She likes my weight, my Kevlar baby doll, so I give it to her, but not so much Iβm crushing the breath out of her.
My weight, and the pressure on the butterfly, send her bucking up off the bed. βPlease, Daddy. Please!β
βA little more,β I encourage her, gritting my teeth against my own release. If we can both hold out, when we finally let go, itβll be that much more intense. Fuck, is it hard, though. Sheβs bucking under me, driving me right to the edge. Her hot little cunt tightens, squeezes, clamps on my cock. I spread my elbows to give her more of my weight, and my knees so I can pound into her.
She bucks like a bronco, squealing, yanking on the cuffs so hard sheβs going to have another set of bruises. βDaddy, now! Daddy, please! Please!β
I canβt hold back any longer, either. βCome for me, baby,β I grunt, and follow it with a long groan as my own pleasure spikes.
She wails like a fire-engine as she comes, rocking from side to side. If I didnβt outweigh her by so much, sheβd throw me off. She locks her legs around my hips, shoving back against each of my thrusts. Itβs that motion, the tattoo of her hips against mine, which explodes my climax, eruption after eruption, a dozen trips to Heaven and back, until I collapse on her, completely spent.
βBaby,β I groan. βOh, baby doll.β
She hums happily, vibrating her belly against mine, locking me inside her. The motion should hurt when Iβm going soft but feels so, so good. Iβve found my perfect little sheath, and I never want to leave it.
Sheβs quiet when I finally withdraw, when I uncuff her, when I carry her to the bath. Quiet but happy, smiling and snuggling. Her eyes, more green than brown in the bathroomβs halogens, linger on my face. When I smile back at her, her eyes light up.
I kiss her on the forehead as I lower her into the hot water. βGood second date, baby doll?β
βOh.β She goes limp in my hands. I pick up a washcloth to clean her, then decide I might as well get clean with her. I scoot her forward so I can slide into the tub behind her. As soon as I spread my legs around her, she wiggles back into my lap. βGreat second date. Whatβs third base, I mean, date?β
βDinner and spanking.β I rub the washcloth up and down her arm. βWe leapfrogged, didnβt we?β
βIβm good with that.β She sighs. βThis feels great.β
It does. The wet heat works deep into my muscles, almost as good as the orgasm I just had. My fourth orgasm today, even if the second one was more of a paingasm. Still, Iβm going to have to start pacing myself, and drinking more water, if Iβm going to keep up with my needy baby girl. I stroke her soft head back onto my shoulder and rub the washcloth over her lazily, less concerned about getting her clean than about letting her feel warm, safe, and cared for. Cared for by her daddy.
βEmmy, you know what? I really like it when you call me Daddy. How about you do that all the time when weβre alone? Save Sir for when weβre around other people.β
βLike at the mall?β
I chuckle at the memory of telling her to flash a couple of women who gave her the stink-eye when she called me Sir on the phone while she was shopping.
βUh-huh.β
βYes, Daddy. Iβd like that.β
βGood girl.β I kiss her temple. βWe could fall asleep here, except youβd get all pruney.β
She takes my free hand, resting on the lip of the bath, and brings it to her lips. She sucks one of my fingertips into her mouth. βDonβt you get pruney?β she asks around it.
βSuperman doesnβt prune.β
A soft giggle. βBut Supermanβs a dork. Wouldnβt you rather be Wolverine?β
βWolverineβs a prick, with a huge chip on his shoulder. He couldnβt see past his own ego long enough to top. Heβd make a lousy daddy.β
βTrue,β she says. She sounds sleepy. And happy. βSome people say that the Jokerβs a daddy, but heβs too much of a nutcase. He hurts his baby for real. Not many daddies in films, either. Except Bruce Willis in RED. Heβs such a daddy.β
βHe is, huh? I donβt think Iβve seen that one.β
βI have it with me on my laptop, if you want to watch it.β
It shouldnβt surprise me that she carries the one Daddy-Dom movie around with her. I bet she watches it a lot.
βIs it PG? My little girlβs not allowed to watch R-rated movies.β
She giggles. βYes, it is. Can I keep Deadpool, though? I mean, Iβve already watched it.β
βNo.β She was wearing a Deadpool shirt when she arrived. That will have to go, too. But when I think about it, it was baby Deadpool, riding a unicorn. Too cute. She can keep that.
She sighs and turns so she can cuddle to my chest. βIβll delete it, Daddy.β
βGood girl. Weβll watch the movie tonight before bed.β
We do. Or,
Comments (0)