“Nuh uh, not yet, Princess.” He was enjoying this way too much. Climbing fully onto the bed, he kneeled between my spread legs. He took the sheet, which was bunched up just over my needy pussy, and tugged it slowly down.
I bit my lip in anticipation when my breasts became visible. The soft silk slid over my nipples and left them behind, hard like pebbles. The sheet reached my stomach, gliding lightly past my navel until the hem was just above my mound, my light curls barely out of sight.
“We’ll leave it there for now, I think. No need to rush.”
“Daddy!” I whined his name, frustrated. He played me so slowly, so expertly. I wanted him in me
so bad.
He only chuckled before he unbuttoned his white shirt, exposing his broad, muscular pecs. There was a man’s chest, powerful and strong, a trail of salt and pepper hair showing the way in a narrowing trail toward his pants. Why would I want the scrawny, hairless boys i
Fold Up when something like this existed? I watched him hungrily.
Trapped in Bed
He threw the shirt aside and leaned over, his hands on either side of me. When he nipped at my perky nipple with his teeth, I drew a breath sharply and wiggled as much as I could. He did the other, holding on to it, tugging with his teeth. Not so hard it hurt, but I definitely noticed. The bites led to kisses, all around my sensitive breasts until he took a nipple in his mouth and
sucked on it.
“Oh Daddy!” It was better than I’d imagined. I wish we’d found each other long ago.
