Sip Of Pleasure
Her Daddy Knows Best by Laylah Roberts
Out Of Print
“April, you wake up right the fuck now! You listen to Daddy or you’ll be in big trouble. Open. Your. Eyes.”
Opening her eyes, she gasped for breath as she stared up at him. “D-Daddy?”
“Thank fuck.” He was sitting up in bed with her tucked into his lap, holding her tight.
A sob escaped her. “Daddy.”
“I know, baby. I know. You were having a nightmare. But you’re fine. You’re safe. And I’m not ever going to let something like that happen to you again. I promise.”
He couldn’t make that promise. Not really. Bad things happened all the time. But she needed to hear it in that moment.
Turning her head, she pressed her face to his bare chest as she cried.
“It’s all right. You’re safe. Daddy is here.”
“S-Sorry I woke you up.”
“Stop that,” he said firmly. “You never apologize for waking me up. The only time I would ever be mad is if you needed me and you didn’t wake me up.”
That was Trent. Always putting her first. God, how she loved him for it.
He lay back in the bed and arranged her on his chest again, his arms tight around her.
“Want to tell me about the nightmare?” he asked.
“That guy had his gun aimed at me. I knew I was going to die. Then he fired at me and I couldn’t breathe. That’s when you woke me up. Thank you.”
“Always, baby.”
She lay there as he rubbed his hand up and down her back. She stared into the darkness, knowing that she needed to go back to sleep. But she was frightened to close her eyes.
“I think I should go do some work or something and let you sleep, Daddy.” She attempted to climb off him, but Trent tightened his arms around her.
“Don’t even think about it,” he growled.
“I’m keeping you awake, though.”
“You think I care about that? I don’t. What I care about is you. Stay where you are.”
“I don’t think I can sleep. I feel antsy . . . itchy on the inside. I can’t explain it.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
She thought about that for a long moment. “I don’t know.” She wriggled around on his chest. She had to do something.
“I think . . . I need to feel alive. To remember that I’m here. That he didn’t hurt me. He didn’t hurt anyone else.”
“You’re here, baby girl. With me.” He squeezed her ass and a shot of pleasure ran through her.
Suddenly, she knew exactly what she wanted if she could get him to agree. She ran her tongue over his nipple, then turned her head so she could suck on it.
“Baby,” he groaned. He placed his hand on the back of her head, holding her there gently. “Fuck. What are you doing?”
“If you have to ask that, then I’m obviously not doing it right,” she grumbled as she moved her head over to his other nipple.
“Christ. Of course you’re doing it right.”
“I want you,” she murmured as she slid down his stomach. He didn’t have defined abs, but his stomach was firm and hard. He was built wide.
Strong.
She always felt so small and delicate against him, and she loved that.
“April,” he said warningly. “Stop for a moment and talk to me.”
“Please, I don’t want to talk. I want to feel.” She glanced up at him.
Reaching over, he switched on the bedside lamp and studied her face.
“You’re sure about this?”
“I need you in my mouth. I want this. I want to feel alive.”
He nodded slowly. “All right, my baby.”
Relief and hunger filled her.
She practically fell on him. Feasted on his body. She used her mouth and tongue and fingers to play with his nipples, to kiss and lick his chest and stomach and neck.
Finally, she couldn’t hold back anymore. April grasped hold of his dick.
She was well aware that he was holding back for her. Normally, he wouldn’t put up with her taking control for long.
Trent needed control as much as she needed to submit.
He was worried about her, that much was clear. And he wanted her to have whatever she needed.
She slid her tongue over the head of his cock as he groaned. Then she took him into her mouth, moving slowly up his shaft.
“Fuck. Fuck me.”
Hmm. That sounded like a good idea. But she wasn’t done playing with his dick yet. She took him as deep as she could and hummed.
“Fuck!” he groaned.
She loved doing this to him and she wasn’t stopping yet. She moved up his cock, then licked her tongue over the head again. Taking just the head into her mouth, she used her hand to jack him off.
His breathing grew faster, and she could feel how tense he’d grown. Drawing away from him, she shifted between his spread legs, lying on her stomach. Then she cupped his balls, licking them as she went back to rubbing her hand up and down his dick.
He was muttering to himself. She had to admit that she was shocked he hadn’t snapped and taken over.
Moving up onto her knees again, she sucked on the head of his cock. A sense of contentment ran through her. She loved having him in her mouth.
“Baby, get up here. I want to taste you.”
No. She didn’t think so.
“April,” he growled. “Fuck.”
Poor Trent. He really did sound like he was in pain. Finally, she straddled him and took him deep into her pussy with a groan.
That felt so damn good.
Placing her hands on his chest, she started to ride him. Slow, then fast. Hard, then gentle.
She could feel her own need growing. She was so damn close, but she couldn’t get to where she was supposed to be. A noise of frustration escaped her.
Then his hand was there, his finger playing with her clit. With his other hand, he cupped her breast and pinched her nipple.
“Oh! Ohh,” she cried out. “More, please.”
“Whatever my baby wants, she gets.”
That wasn’t always the case. He’d been known to tease her for hours. Although, in fairness, he always gave her what she wanted in the end.
“Please!” She wasn’t sure what she was begging for. She was so close, but she couldn’t seem to get there.
“Come for me, baby. Come hard. Now!”
That’s what she’d wanted. What she’d needed. To be given permission to let go and come. Throwing her head back, feeling her hair move down her back, she screamed as she came.
As soon as those first few trembles of her orgasm began, he grabbed hold of her hips and started driving himself into her. He was relentless. There was nothing soft or slow.
He was fucking her.
He rolled them and she found herself on her back with her hands above her head, her wrists trapped in his large hand. With his other hand, he held himself up, so she wasn’t taking all of his weight.
Then he started fucking her again. She wrapped her legs around his hips as best she could, holding on for the ride.
When he came, she was so close to the edge once again that a whimper of need escaped her. He released her hands, kissing her hungrily as he remained settled inside her. She loved having him inside her. It made her feel connected to him.
“I need to go clean up,” she said.
“No.”
“Um. There’s a wet patch.”
He shifted them over so he was on his back and she was lying on his chest once more. Somehow, he kept them connected. His dick was still semi-hard inside her.
“Now, there’s no wet patch.”
“We can’t sleep like this.”
With a yawn, he turned out the bedside lamp, wrapping one arm around her tight.
“Yes. We can.”
There was no way. She needed to clean up. He was still inside her.
Not . . . happening . . .
She kept thinking that even as she drifted off to sleep.
Opening her eyes, she gasped for breath as she stared up at him. “D-Daddy?”
“Thank fuck.” He was sitting up in bed with her tucked into his lap, holding her tight.
A sob escaped her. “Daddy.”
“I know, baby. I know. You were having a nightmare. But you’re fine. You’re safe. And I’m not ever going to let something like that happen to you again. I promise.”
He couldn’t make that promise. Not really. Bad things happened all the time. But she needed to hear it in that moment.
Turning her head, she pressed her face to his bare chest as she cried.
“It’s all right. You’re safe. Daddy is here.”
“S-Sorry I woke you up.”
“Stop that,” he said firmly. “You never apologize for waking me up. The only time I would ever be mad is if you needed me and you didn’t wake me up.”
That was Trent. Always putting her first. God, how she loved him for it.
He lay back in the bed and arranged her on his chest again, his arms tight around her.
“Want to tell me about the nightmare?” he asked.
“That guy had his gun aimed at me. I knew I was going to die. Then he fired at me and I couldn’t breathe. That’s when you woke me up. Thank you.”
“Always, baby.”
She lay there as he rubbed his hand up and down her back. She stared into the darkness, knowing that she needed to go back to sleep. But she was frightened to close her eyes.
“I think I should go do some work or something and let you sleep, Daddy.” She attempted to climb off him, but Trent tightened his arms around her.
“Don’t even think about it,” he growled.
“I’m keeping you awake, though.”
“You think I care about that? I don’t. What I care about is you. Stay where you are.”
“I don’t think I can sleep. I feel antsy . . . itchy on the inside. I can’t explain it.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
She thought about that for a long moment. “I don’t know.” She wriggled around on his chest. She had to do something.
“I think . . . I need to feel alive. To remember that I’m here. That he didn’t hurt me. He didn’t hurt anyone else.”
“You’re here, baby girl. With me.” He squeezed her ass and a shot of pleasure ran through her.
Suddenly, she knew exactly what she wanted if she could get him to agree. She ran her tongue over his nipple, then turned her head so she could suck on it.
“Baby,” he groaned. He placed his hand on the back of her head, holding her there gently. “Fuck. What are you doing?”
“If you have to ask that, then I’m obviously not doing it right,” she grumbled as she moved her head over to his other nipple.
“Christ. Of course you’re doing it right.”
“I want you,” she murmured as she slid down his stomach. He didn’t have defined abs, but his stomach was firm and hard. He was built wide.
Strong.
She always felt so small and delicate against him, and she loved that.
“April,” he said warningly. “Stop for a moment and talk to me.”
“Please, I don’t want to talk. I want to feel.” She glanced up at him.
Reaching over, he switched on the bedside lamp and studied her face.
“You’re sure about this?”
“I need you in my mouth. I want this. I want to feel alive.”
He nodded slowly. “All right, my baby.”
Relief and hunger filled her.
She practically fell on him. Feasted on his body. She used her mouth and tongue and fingers to play with his nipples, to kiss and lick his chest and stomach and neck.
Finally, she couldn’t hold back anymore. April grasped hold of his dick.
She was well aware that he was holding back for her. Normally, he wouldn’t put up with her taking control for long.
Trent needed control as much as she needed to submit.
He was worried about her, that much was clear. And he wanted her to have whatever she needed.
She slid her tongue over the head of his cock as he groaned. Then she took him into her mouth, moving slowly up his shaft.
“Fuck. Fuck me.”
Hmm. That sounded like a good idea. But she wasn’t done playing with his dick yet. She took him as deep as she could and hummed.
“Fuck!” he groaned.
She loved doing this to him and she wasn’t stopping yet. She moved up his cock, then licked her tongue over the head again. Taking just the head into her mouth, she used her hand to jack him off.
His breathing grew faster, and she could feel how tense he’d grown. Drawing away from him, she shifted between his spread legs, lying on her stomach. Then she cupped his balls, licking them as she went back to rubbing her hand up and down his dick.
He was muttering to himself. She had to admit that she was shocked he hadn’t snapped and taken over.
Moving up onto her knees again, she sucked on the head of his cock. A sense of contentment ran through her. She loved having him in her mouth.
“Baby, get up here. I want to taste you.”
No. She didn’t think so.
“April,” he growled. “Fuck.”
Poor Trent. He really did sound like he was in pain. Finally, she straddled him and took him deep into her pussy with a groan.
That felt so damn good.
Placing her hands on his chest, she started to ride him. Slow, then fast. Hard, then gentle.
She could feel her own need growing. She was so damn close, but she couldn’t get to where she was supposed to be. A noise of frustration escaped her.
Then his hand was there, his finger playing with her clit. With his other hand, he cupped her breast and pinched her nipple.
“Oh! Ohh,” she cried out. “More, please.”
“Whatever my baby wants, she gets.”
That wasn’t always the case. He’d been known to tease her for hours. Although, in fairness, he always gave her what she wanted in the end.
“Please!” She wasn’t sure what she was begging for. She was so close, but she couldn’t seem to get there.
“Come for me, baby. Come hard. Now!”
That’s what she’d wanted. What she’d needed. To be given permission to let go and come. Throwing her head back, feeling her hair move down her back, she screamed as she came.
As soon as those first few trembles of her orgasm began, he grabbed hold of her hips and started driving himself into her. He was relentless. There was nothing soft or slow.
He was fucking her.
He rolled them and she found herself on her back with her hands above her head, her wrists trapped in his large hand. With his other hand, he held himself up, so she wasn’t taking all of his weight.
Then he started fucking her again. She wrapped her legs around his hips as best she could, holding on for the ride.
When he came, she was so close to the edge once again that a whimper of need escaped her. He released her hands, kissing her hungrily as he remained settled inside her. She loved having him inside her. It made her feel connected to him.
“I need to go clean up,” she said.
“No.”
“Um. There’s a wet patch.”
He shifted them over so he was on his back and she was lying on his chest once more. Somehow, he kept them connected. His dick was still semi-hard inside her.
“Now, there’s no wet patch.”
“We can’t sleep like this.”
With a yawn, he turned out the bedside lamp, wrapping one arm around her tight.
“Yes. We can.”
There was no way. She needed to clean up. He was still inside her.
Not . . . happening . . .
She kept thinking that even as she drifted off to sleep.