Daddy’s good girl (pleasure dom, oral, gentle)

[Da****]

The lamp on the nightstand throws a warm circle of light across the rumpled sheets. Her hair spills over my thigh like a dark curtain, and I can feel the heat of her breath through the cotton of my briefs. She’s been at this for five minutes, just breathing, nuzzling, her nose tracing the seam of my hip. My cock is already half-hard, pressing against the fabric, and she hasn’t even touched it yet.

“Look at you,” I murmur, threading my fingers through her hair. “So patient. My good girl.”

She hums against my skin, a low, contented sound that vibrates through my leg. Her eyes flick up to mine, wide and glassy, and there’s that little smile she gets when she knows she’s doing exactly what she’s supposed to.

“Can I take these off, Daddy?” Her voice is soft, almost shy, but her fingers are already hooked into the waistband.

“Go ahead, princess.”

The cotton slides down my thighs, and my cock springs free, thick and heavy, bobbing against my stomach. She doesn’t grab it. Doesn’t rush. She just looks at it for a moment, her lips parted, and then she leans in and drags her tongue flat along the underside, from base to tip, slow and deliberate. A groan cracks out of my chest before I can stop it.

“That’s it,” I breathe. “Nice and slow. You’re doing so good.”

Her mouth closes over the head, warm and wet, and she sinks down just an inch before pulling back with a wet pop. My hips twitch. She does it again—deeper this time, and her tongue presses against the sensitive spot right under the crown. My hand tightens in her hair, not pushing, just holding.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “Your mouth is so soft. Such a good little cocksucker.”

She moans around me, and the vibration makes my toes curl. Her cheeks hollow as she takes me deeper, and I can feel the back of her throat, that tight, fluttering resistance, before she pulls off to catch her breath. A thin string of spit connects her lip to my tip, and she licks it away, grinning.

“You like that, Daddy?”

“I love it. You have no idea how good you look right now. My pretty girl with her mouth full.”

Her hand wraps around the base, stroking slowly while she talks. “Can I play with your ass? Please?”

The question sends a jolt straight through my groin. I nod, maybe too eagerly. “Yeah. Go ahead.”

She shifts lower, her hair brushing my thighs, and I feel her palm slide down between my legs. Her fingers are cool and tentative at first, just grazing, and then one fingertip circles my hole. My whole body clenches, not from ***, but from the sudden, sharp intimacy of it. She doesn’t push in. Just teases, light circles that make my cock jerk in her other hand.

“Does that feel nice?” she asks, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

“Yeah. Fuck. Keep doing that.”

Her mouth returns to my cock while her finger keeps circling. Then, wetness. Her tongue, flat and warm, dragging down past my balls to press against my hole. I gasp. My thighs fall open wider without me telling them to, and she licks again, slow and wet, the tip of her tongue tracing the rim.

“Oh, god.” My voice comes out strangled. “You’re…shit, that’s good.”

She hums against me, and the vibration travels up through my perineum, straight into my cock. Her hand keeps stroking, steady and tight, while her tongue works in lazy circles. I can feel my pulse hammering in my throat, in my temples, in the base of my spine.

“You’re such a good girl,” I manage. “Taking care of Daddy like this. Licking my ass while you stroke my cock. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

She pulls back just enough to speak, her breath hot and damp against my skin. “I want to make you cum, Daddy. All over my face. Please?”

The words hit me like a fist. “Yeah? You want my load on that pretty face?”

“Please.” Her eyes are huge, pleading. “I’ve been so good.”

“You have. You’ve been so fucking good.” I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “Keep going. You’ll get what you want.”

Her mouth returns to my cock with renewed purpose, and her finger finally pushes past the tight ring of muscle, just the first knuckle, and the fullness of it, the strange, electric pressure, makes my vision blur at the edges. She’s relentless now, tongue and fingers working in tandem, and I can feel the pressure building in my balls, a heavy, drawing ache.

“I’m close,” I warn her. “You want it?”

She pulls off, her hand still pumping fast. “Yes. Please, Daddy. On my face.”

“Open your mouth.”

She does, tongue out, eyes up. And I let go.

The first spurt hits her cheek, hot and thick. The second lands across her lips. She flinches, but she doesn’t close her eyes, she’s watching me, watching my face as I come undone, and that’s what pushes the last of it out, a long, messy stripe down her chin. My whole body shakes, my hips jerking with each pulse until I’m empty and gasping.

She stays there for a second, her face glazed, and then she grins, slow and wicked, and licks her lips.

“You missed some,” she says, and her finger swipes through the mess on her chin, bringing it to her mouth. She sucks it clean, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Come here,” I say, my voice wrecked. “Come here, princess.”

She crawls up my body and settles against my chest, her cheek sticky against my skin. I can feel her heartbeat, fast and light, and my own is still hammering.

“Was I good, Daddy?”

I kiss her forehead, her hair, the corner of her mouth. “The best. My perfect girl.”

Her hand finds mine and squeezes. “Can we do that again tomorrow?”

I laugh, hoarse and spent. “Ask me again in ten minutes.”

She lifts her head, and that wicked grin is back. “You mean you’re not done?”

My cock twitches against her thigh, already stirring. “Apparently not.”

Her fingers trail down my stomach. “Good,” she whispers. “Because I want to try something else.”

[Pr****]

Oooh wow...sigh