The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection Frost, J (good beach reads .TXT) 📖

eyes, again, but neither of us needs any more emotional gravity. Tonight can just be playful and fun.

Then she gets her giggles under control, widens her eyes and tries to scramble away from me.

“There’s nowhere to run,” I growl at her.

She tries anyway. When I corner her, she changes tactics and throws herself at me, pounding, not very hard, on my shoulders with her little fists. “Let me go! I’m a princess! Don’t you dare touch me, bad man!”

Game on.

I spin her around and push her up against the wall. I cup one hand between her legs, pulling her back against my erection, rubbing hard between her ass cheeks. With my other hand, I find her breast and give her nipple a wicked pinch through the soft nightie, eliciting an adorable squeak.

“Don’t touch you? Don’t touch you like this?”

She wriggles and pushes ineffectually at my hands. “Get off! No one touches a princess.”

“I’ll touch you any way I want.” I grip her so tightly she squeals. Dragging her up my body so she’s off her feet, I march her the few steps to the bed and throw her onto the mattress. I follow her down, crushing her under my weight, pinning her nape with one hand. As I press her cheek to the covers, I run my free hand all over her, rumpling the nightie, while she struggles and shrieks. “Feel me touching you, Princess?”

“No, no, no, get off! Bad man!”

I love her tone, halfway between indignant and giggly. Little cutie. I sweep her hair off one shoulder so I can kiss the soft, bare skin of her neck and shoulder. I nip her a few times to keep her over the line into indignant, and a few more when she gives a happy little squeal at the pinch of my teeth.

“I’m gonna get off,” I growl into her shoulder. “I’m gonna get off right up inside you, Princess.”

“No, no, no! Leave me alone, bad man!”

She tosses and twists but I hold her down. Her ass and thighs provide delicious friction as she struggles. I tug up the nightie to bare her cane-striped thigh and round little ass. Fuck, that ass. I rub it with my palm, intoxicated by the feeling of her velvety skin, while I dry-hump her. Her struggles fade to happy wriggles.

To keep her at least nominally in the scene, I give her a slap on the ass. There’s no force behind it. It’ll barely turn her skin pink. But it gets her back over the line to indignant.

“You can’t spank a princess! Get off me!”

A few more spanks ramp her up nicely. I work my hand under her and cup her mons to test her response to the scene. Sweet wetness. Sliding my fingers along the crease of her hip makes her giggle again and, suddenly, the most important thing in the world is for me to hear her laughter. I yank her nightie up, so it tangles around her arms and attack her ribs with my fingertips.

She goes wild, squealing and thrashing and giggling so madly I worry about her hyperventilating again. I pin her for a moment to make sure she’s okay, and when she murmurs, “Daddy?” in a husky whisper that rushes straight to my head and then to my balls, I tickle her unmercifully. When she tries to pull free of the nightie, I tickle her through it, while she screams and bucks. I work her legs apart as I stretch over her, and, when her thrashing puts her in a good position, I shove my pajama pants down, grab her hips to hold her still and sink into her. Wonderful, wet heat. I crush her down into the bed, her body small and soft beneath me. There is nothing better than fucking my little girl. Her giggles turn into throaty moans. I keep my thrusts slow, giving her time to adjust to my weight and the friction. I want this to be fun and playful and sweet.

While I’m fucking her, rocking my body over hers, I smooth my hands over the damp, rumpled nightie tangled around her head and upper arms. Impromptu bondage. Tugging the hem down until I uncover her face, I kiss her cheek. She peers up at me through the wealth of ruffles, grinning.

“All good, little girl?”

“Super-good, Daddy.”

“Ready for a pounding, Princess?”

“Princesses don’t get pounded.”

“This princess is about to get pounded through the mattress, so brace your little self.”

That gets me a giggle, and then a squeak as I spread my knees to push her legs wide, pick up the pace and give her the promised pounding. I stretch the nightie across her shoulders and arms to keep her pinned, gather a handful of cloth and hair, and hold tight. She responds to the restraint the way she always does, wiggling gleefully, lifting her ass so every thrust takes me deeply, pushing back so she impales herself. Her giggles and happy moans are interspersed with squeals of “Daddy!” when I go up onto my elbows and toes to piston into her. As soon as I feel her come, her body arching up under me, gasps turning into breathy screams that fill my ears, I clasp her throat, throwing her higher, stretching out her orgasm. I follow her, letting the hard tattoo of my hips against her ass, the sweet grasp of her pussy around my shaft, carry me over the white-hot edge.

The first spurts are pure heat, nerves on fire, undistilled, raw release. Then an entire volcano bursts out of my cock while I roar into her shoulder. My orgasm goes on and on, past bliss, into pain. I’m sure I’m shooting dry, and Emily’s sweet cunt still milks me, and I keep coming, fucking galaxies burning their way up through my balls and erupting out of my dick, until I collapse over her, spent.

She giggles breathlessly.

I can’t help but laugh with her, even while I’m gasping.

“What in the fuck was that?” I groan. “Crazy fucking galactic come.”

Deranged