Sip Of Pleasure
A Little Surprise by Stella Moore
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Then Matt shoved his shirt up over her breasts and pulled one stiff peak into his mouth, and she grinned as she arched up to meet him.
Leave it to her Daddy to answer a question she hadn’t even asked.
He took his time, not releasing her nipple until she was writhing and whimpering beneath him. By the time he finished with her other breast, she could barely catch her breath and her clit was throbbing in time with her racing heartbeat. Between being edged with that damn toy all day and now his wicked tongue, she was ready to combust.
“Daddy, please. I need to come. Please.”
“Soon, baby,” he assured her in low, crooning tones between swipes of his tongue over her breasts and down her stomach. “I want to be inside you when you shatter for me.”
If he kept talking like that, she wasn’t going to be able to hold out for much longer. “Hurry, Daddy, please.”
“Roll over on your tummy, baby.”
Eager to do whatever it took to finally get the pleasure he’d been keeping just out of reach all day, she rolled onto her stomach and pillowed her head on her arms.
“Spread your legs for me, babygirl.”
With a happy sigh, she did as she was told, her lips curving up into a grin as he settled between her legs.
But when she felt his mouth on the back of her thigh, slowly working its way up to her bottom, she couldn’t help but tense up.
“Daddy, no,” she groaned, humiliation turning her cheeks into an inferno as he nipped at the full lower curve of her bottom cheek.
“Why not?” he asked with a chuckle that said he was clearly enjoying her embarrassment. “We just had a shower, so you’re nice and clean and tasty. Be a good girl and keep those legs open wide for Daddy.”
Like she had a choice when his shoulders were holding her open as much as her own free will. But she did her best to relax, to submit, even when his tongue slid over the sensitive skin between her pussy and her bottom hole. She knew what came next, and as always, she was powerless to stop him.
And, though it was humiliating to admit even just to herself, she really didn’t want to.
“Daddy,” she whined as his tongue moved higher, inching toward that place she didn’t want to want him to touch her.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He didn’t sound the least bit concerned. If anything, he sounded downright amused by her embarrassment. Which just made the whole situation even more embarrassing. And hotter. “You don’t want Daddy to taste you?”
“Not there!” she shot back, her voice rising to a horrified squeak.
“I don’t think you’re being very honest, babygirl.” A hint of playful sternness infused his tone. “And naughty girls who tell lies don’t get to come when Daddy fucks them.”
“Daddy! That’s not fair!”
Chuckling darkly, he slid two fingers into her pussy. “I happen to think it’s very fair.”
The pleasure she didn’t want to want flashed through her as he pressed against that bundle of nerves inside her, his tongue finding its way to her forbidden hole.
Whimpering, she squirmed under him, but even she wasn’t sure if she was trying to get away or press herself closer.
It was so wrong. And yet, it felt so fucking right.
Soon, her whimpers turned to moans as she pushed herself backward, lifting her hips in a silent plea for more. Which he readily gave her, flooding her with pleasure until she stood trembling on the edge, ready to fly.
And then he pulled away, and she stumbled back from the edge with a cry.
“Daddy!”
“Is something wrong, baby?”
Again with that fake sympathy she loved to hate. “Daddy, please.”
“Please what, babygirl? Tell Daddy exactly what you want.”
Slowly, tortuously, he slid his finger back inside her, drawing another round of whimpers from her. “I wanna come, Daddy, please.”
“Not until you tell the truth about how much you like Daddy’s tongue in your bottom. That’s the deal, babygirl.”
“I can’t!”
“Then I can’t let you come.”
A sob of frustration rose in her throat as he returned to tormenting her, doing those wickedly wonderful things to her bottom while he slowly finger-fucked her. Her entire world narrowed to him and the pleasure he was deliberately keeping just out of reach.
Until, finally, it broke her. “I lied, I lied, I’m sorry I lied, Daddy, just please let me come.”
He nipped at her bottom again, and the flash of pain was almost but not quite enough to send her over the edge. “What did you lie about, baby?”
“I l-lied about how much I like it when you… when you do that thing. With your tongue.”
“Hmm. I’m not sure I know what thing you’re talking about, babygirl. You’re going to need to be more specific.”
Oh, you sadistic son of a bitch. Because she still had some sense of self-preservation, she kept those thoughts to herself, and focused on forcing herself to say the words he wanted to hear. “When you put your tongue in-in my bottom.” The words were barely a whisper, but she managed to get them out all the same.
“That’s my good girl. Thank you for telling me the truth, baby. Do you want to come now?”
“Yes, god, yes. Please, Daddy.”
To her dismay, the bed shifted again and the weight of him disappeared from between her thighs. But only for a moment, before he flipped her over with an ease that never failed to take her breath away and drove into her. Lowering onto his elbows on either side of her head, he caged her in as he fucked her with slow, sure strokes.
“Come for Daddy, baby. I want to feel your pussy milking my cock as I fuck you.”
As if she had a choice in the matter, when he was hitting that exact right spot inside of her with every single thrust. The pleasure he’d kept at bay for so long crested inside her, crashing down over her as she cried out for him, her fingernails digging into his back.
“Gorgeous,” he rasped out, feathering a kiss over her cheek. “You look so fucking pretty when you come for me, Carly. I want to watch you again.”
“I can’t.” Her head thrashed from side to side against the pillow. “I can’t, I can’t.”
But another orgasm was already building in her core, and her Daddy’s movements became more forceful with each thrust of his hips.
“You can. And you will. Because you’re my good fucking girl.”
Pain melded with pleasure, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to deny him. And the second time she went flying, she took him with her, and it was her name being shouted to the heavens as he filled her.
Collapsing beside her, careful not to let too much of his weight rest on her, Matt dragged in a shaky breath. “Come here, baby.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. Rolling over, she snuggled against his side with a sigh. “Best vacation e-ever,” she said, her declaration interrupted by a yawn as sleepiness settled over her.
“Sounds like somebody needs a nap.”
“Nuh uh.” But despite her protests, her eyes were already drifting closed.
“Yes, huh. You’re sleeping for two now, babygirl. In fact, I think a nap after lunch every day would be a good idea going forward.”
At his words, the sleepiness vanished and she pushed herself up to glare down at him. “I am not taking a nap every day!”
“You are if Daddy says you are, little girl.” There was a hard edge in his tone that told her this was a battle she was going to lose. “And if you need your bottom reddened so you can sleep, I have no problem coming home for lunch to take care of that for you.”
Leave it to her Daddy to answer a question she hadn’t even asked.
He took his time, not releasing her nipple until she was writhing and whimpering beneath him. By the time he finished with her other breast, she could barely catch her breath and her clit was throbbing in time with her racing heartbeat. Between being edged with that damn toy all day and now his wicked tongue, she was ready to combust.
“Daddy, please. I need to come. Please.”
“Soon, baby,” he assured her in low, crooning tones between swipes of his tongue over her breasts and down her stomach. “I want to be inside you when you shatter for me.”
If he kept talking like that, she wasn’t going to be able to hold out for much longer. “Hurry, Daddy, please.”
“Roll over on your tummy, baby.”
Eager to do whatever it took to finally get the pleasure he’d been keeping just out of reach all day, she rolled onto her stomach and pillowed her head on her arms.
“Spread your legs for me, babygirl.”
With a happy sigh, she did as she was told, her lips curving up into a grin as he settled between her legs.
But when she felt his mouth on the back of her thigh, slowly working its way up to her bottom, she couldn’t help but tense up.
“Daddy, no,” she groaned, humiliation turning her cheeks into an inferno as he nipped at the full lower curve of her bottom cheek.
“Why not?” he asked with a chuckle that said he was clearly enjoying her embarrassment. “We just had a shower, so you’re nice and clean and tasty. Be a good girl and keep those legs open wide for Daddy.”
Like she had a choice when his shoulders were holding her open as much as her own free will. But she did her best to relax, to submit, even when his tongue slid over the sensitive skin between her pussy and her bottom hole. She knew what came next, and as always, she was powerless to stop him.
And, though it was humiliating to admit even just to herself, she really didn’t want to.
“Daddy,” she whined as his tongue moved higher, inching toward that place she didn’t want to want him to touch her.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He didn’t sound the least bit concerned. If anything, he sounded downright amused by her embarrassment. Which just made the whole situation even more embarrassing. And hotter. “You don’t want Daddy to taste you?”
“Not there!” she shot back, her voice rising to a horrified squeak.
“I don’t think you’re being very honest, babygirl.” A hint of playful sternness infused his tone. “And naughty girls who tell lies don’t get to come when Daddy fucks them.”
“Daddy! That’s not fair!”
Chuckling darkly, he slid two fingers into her pussy. “I happen to think it’s very fair.”
The pleasure she didn’t want to want flashed through her as he pressed against that bundle of nerves inside her, his tongue finding its way to her forbidden hole.
Whimpering, she squirmed under him, but even she wasn’t sure if she was trying to get away or press herself closer.
It was so wrong. And yet, it felt so fucking right.
Soon, her whimpers turned to moans as she pushed herself backward, lifting her hips in a silent plea for more. Which he readily gave her, flooding her with pleasure until she stood trembling on the edge, ready to fly.
And then he pulled away, and she stumbled back from the edge with a cry.
“Daddy!”
“Is something wrong, baby?”
Again with that fake sympathy she loved to hate. “Daddy, please.”
“Please what, babygirl? Tell Daddy exactly what you want.”
Slowly, tortuously, he slid his finger back inside her, drawing another round of whimpers from her. “I wanna come, Daddy, please.”
“Not until you tell the truth about how much you like Daddy’s tongue in your bottom. That’s the deal, babygirl.”
“I can’t!”
“Then I can’t let you come.”
A sob of frustration rose in her throat as he returned to tormenting her, doing those wickedly wonderful things to her bottom while he slowly finger-fucked her. Her entire world narrowed to him and the pleasure he was deliberately keeping just out of reach.
Until, finally, it broke her. “I lied, I lied, I’m sorry I lied, Daddy, just please let me come.”
He nipped at her bottom again, and the flash of pain was almost but not quite enough to send her over the edge. “What did you lie about, baby?”
“I l-lied about how much I like it when you… when you do that thing. With your tongue.”
“Hmm. I’m not sure I know what thing you’re talking about, babygirl. You’re going to need to be more specific.”
Oh, you sadistic son of a bitch. Because she still had some sense of self-preservation, she kept those thoughts to herself, and focused on forcing herself to say the words he wanted to hear. “When you put your tongue in-in my bottom.” The words were barely a whisper, but she managed to get them out all the same.
“That’s my good girl. Thank you for telling me the truth, baby. Do you want to come now?”
“Yes, god, yes. Please, Daddy.”
To her dismay, the bed shifted again and the weight of him disappeared from between her thighs. But only for a moment, before he flipped her over with an ease that never failed to take her breath away and drove into her. Lowering onto his elbows on either side of her head, he caged her in as he fucked her with slow, sure strokes.
“Come for Daddy, baby. I want to feel your pussy milking my cock as I fuck you.”
As if she had a choice in the matter, when he was hitting that exact right spot inside of her with every single thrust. The pleasure he’d kept at bay for so long crested inside her, crashing down over her as she cried out for him, her fingernails digging into his back.
“Gorgeous,” he rasped out, feathering a kiss over her cheek. “You look so fucking pretty when you come for me, Carly. I want to watch you again.”
“I can’t.” Her head thrashed from side to side against the pillow. “I can’t, I can’t.”
But another orgasm was already building in her core, and her Daddy’s movements became more forceful with each thrust of his hips.
“You can. And you will. Because you’re my good fucking girl.”
Pain melded with pleasure, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to deny him. And the second time she went flying, she took him with her, and it was her name being shouted to the heavens as he filled her.
Collapsing beside her, careful not to let too much of his weight rest on her, Matt dragged in a shaky breath. “Come here, baby.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. Rolling over, she snuggled against his side with a sigh. “Best vacation e-ever,” she said, her declaration interrupted by a yawn as sleepiness settled over her.
“Sounds like somebody needs a nap.”
“Nuh uh.” But despite her protests, her eyes were already drifting closed.
“Yes, huh. You’re sleeping for two now, babygirl. In fact, I think a nap after lunch every day would be a good idea going forward.”
At his words, the sleepiness vanished and she pushed herself up to glare down at him. “I am not taking a nap every day!”
“You are if Daddy says you are, little girl.” There was a hard edge in his tone that told her this was a battle she was going to lose. “And if you need your bottom reddened so you can sleep, I have no problem coming home for lunch to take care of that for you.”