Always My Babygirl A Billionaire Romance - Jane Henry Page 0,20
she swallows, eagerly moaning, taking all of me with so much longing, I swear it makes me fucking harder. I come so hard I nearly black out, as she licks and suckles and swallows every drop.
I haven’t come like this in years. And I’ve never been blown like that in my life.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I moan, taking myself out of her mouth and stroking her cheek with approval. She grins at me, bends, and kisses my thigh.
“I loved doing that for you,” she says, resting her cheek against my thigh. “Please let me do that again sometime. Maybe in the morning? I’ll wake you with my mouth on your cock.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I groan. Swear to God, I’m already getting hard again.
She shakes her head. “No, daddy, of course not. I’m here to serve you. Pleasure you. And I love making you happy.”
I tuck my cock back in my pants and zip them up, smiling at her. “That’s right, baby. Because you’re daddy’s good little girl.”
Pleasure kink meets daddy kink. A match made in heaven.
I won’t make her first time on my jet. No. When I take her for the first time, I’ll have earned her trust, and made the experience a memory she’ll take with her forever.
“Come here, baby,” I say, lifting her to her feet. “It’s babygirl’s turn.”
“You already made me come,” she says, but she’s not really protesting. There’s a fervor in her eyes I don’t miss.
“Oh, really? You’re good then?”
She whimpers and giggles. “Well, I—”
“Need to sit on daddy’s face?”
Her eyes go wide, but she quickly schools her features. “Yes, sir.”
I grin, stand, and lift her up in my arms.
I walk her to the bed, lie down, and arrange her on top of me. I slap her ass, and she squeals. “Off with this dress.”
She scrambles to obey.
Watching her undress might be my favorite thing to do.
“Good girl.”
I lie against the pillows. “Up here, now, doll. I want you straddling daddy’s face while I eat you out.”
I arrange her so she’s facing me, her eyes wide and lust-filled, her knees on either side of my shoulders. She’s in perfect shape, and it helps, while she braces herself, holding her position over my mouth. I spread her pussy wide, and guide her hips so her heated core is where I want her, holding her gaze with mine when I drag my tongue along her hot, wet slit.
“Oh, God,” she moans, throwing her head back and bracing herself on the bed. “Oh my God.”
I grin against her pussy, suckling her sweet clit before I tongue her mercilessly. I tease her clit, then drag my tongue to her core and tongue-fuck her until she’s writhing and gasping with need. I bring my fingers to her nipples and gently stroke and squeeze while I lazily lick her.
“Please, daddy,” she whispers. “May I come?”
Good girl. She’s wired for this lifestyle. I love that she asked my permission, that she knows how much this means to me. I hold her gaze and nod.
She flies into ecstasy as she comes against my tongue, moaning with pleasure and writhing under the spasms of euphoria. She comes so hard I have to hold her hips to keep her in place, while I eke every drop of bliss from her body.
“Daddy,” she moans. “Oh, daddy.”
I’ll never forget the way she looks in the throes of ecstasy, her cheeks flushed and perfect lips parted. I can’t imagine how good it will be when I finally get her to myself. When I can finally have her as my own.
She shudders her last spasm of pleasure, and I ease her off my mouth. She collapses, boneless and sated, on the bed beside me.
“Why is it,” Miranda pants, a grin flashing over her face. “That you keep ending up fully clothed and I’m the one naked?”
I chuckle, rubbing my hand over her shoulder. “Because you’re the babygirl, and I’m the daddy.”
“My God, that’s hot.” Holding a hand to her mouth, she tries to hide a yawn.
The poor thing must be exhausted.
I reach for the folded blanket at the foot of the bed and tuck it up around her shoulders. I bend and kiss her cheek. “Get some rest, babe. We’ve got some time for a nap.”
I get up and head to the bathroom. I bring her the little facial wipes they keep on board for me. She wipes her face clean. I lean down and kiss her dewy cheek, still damp from the cloth, more beautiful now than