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

me now, little girl,” I growl, and she does, convulsing on my cock, her whole body shaking. She buries her howls of release in my calf, her wet mouth pressed to my skin. I groan at the sweet torture of her pussy choking my cock. It’s a completely different sensation from when I’m hard, biting and wicked.

She goes limp again after her orgasm and I bring her down with gentle circles of my stinging palms on her hot cheeks.

“That’s my good girl. Such a good girl.”

“Tuh-ta, Daddy,” she manages.

“I’m very pleased with you, little girl. Lick me clean and then come up here for a cuddle.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She lifts herself slowly, and a little shakily. I can see her striving to be graceful even though her legs must be stiff. She straightens the towel under me as she slides back until her mouth’s in line with my cock. She dips her head and starts cleaning me up. With one shaking hand, she reaches back and smooths her dress down over her bright red ass.

I slap her hand away and flick the dress back up to her waist.

“What are you doing, little girl?”

She lifts her head from her cleaning duties. “I’m messy, Daddy. I didn’t want to stick it in your face.”

“If I don’t want to see, I’ll cover it up. Right now, I want to see my come dripping out of the pussy that belongs to me. Show me.”

Her back arches, which she knows I don’t like, then flattens as she struggles to control her embarrassment.

“Little girl,” I growl.

“Sorry, Daddy.” She slides forward so her ass tips up and I have a perfect view of her cream-covered labia. I rub my thumb through my come and Emily shivers, not with pleasure. She’s backsliding. Time for positive reinforcement.

“Is this my gift to you, Emmy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says between licks.

I rub my thumb around, spreading my come all over her labia. “Is there anything disgusting about my gifts, Emily?”

“No, Daddy.”

I’m not convinced. “Do you want my gifts?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry I tried to cover up.”

“Will you do it again?”

“No, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

She probably will. This is a deep-seated issue for Emily. She’s better about it than she was two months ago, but she’s still struggling.

“No cleaning yourself up until bath time, little girl. You’ll wear Daddy’s gift for the rest of the day.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I can’t see her face, but she sounds very unhappy.

“Finish and come up here, little girl.”

She finishes cleaning me quickly and turns around, stretching out along my right side and laying her head down on my shoulder. That’s not enough for me. I pull her on top of me, adjust her until I she’s fitted into me, then take her mouth and kiss her deeply, tasting her sweetness under the musky salt of my jism.

“I can taste myself in your mouth,” I tell her between kisses. “Do you think I find that disgusting?”

She looks at me uncertainly. “No?”

“No. I like tasting myself in your mouth and I like seeing you covered in my come, because I can taste and see how much you belong to me. Do you belong to me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she agrees quickly. “Every inch of me.”

“That’s right. When you hide yourself from me, are you denying that every inch of you belongs to me?”

I see her consider it, her eyes narrowing. Then she nods. “Sorry, Daddy. I didn’t realize.”

“When you hide part of yourself from me, are you submitting to me? Are you giving me all of yourself?”

She bites her lip and the big eyes fill. “No, Daddy. I’m sorry. I do want to give you all of myself. I’ll do better. Promise.”

“That’s my girl. That’s where we should be.” I brush her tears away and kiss her on the forehead. “I want everything from you, Emily. Even the messy bits. You may not hide from me. You may not withhold any part of yourself from me. Everything you are is mine.”

“Yes, Daddy. Sorry.”

I hug her tightly. “I know this is hard for you, little love. I’m proud of how far you’ve come, but I need you to take that next step with me and let go of those old fears. When you’re tempted to hide from me, or when you worry I’ll find you disgusting, I want you to repeat your mantra.”

She wraps her arms around my neck. “I can do that, Daddy. My mantra really helps.”

“That’s what I want to hear.” I rub my nose against hers. “We’re a team, right? Top and bottom? Daddy and baby girl?”

She nods eagerly.

“That’s my sweetie. Nothing comes between us. Not old fears. Not new garbage. You must have questions about me and Miranda. Ask me, baby. Doesn’t have to be right this minute, but ask me before she gets here. I don’t want you bottling it up and choking on your fears while she’s here. Promise me you won’t do that.”

She nods again and kisses my jaw before she asks, “Did you and Miranda have a contract like we have?”

Good, she’s thinking it through. “Uh-huh. It was a more traditional contract than you and I have, but it was similar.”

“And you had your hard limits in it?”

“Yes, I did.” I can see where this is going. “My hard limits with Miranda were different from my hard limits with you, Emmy.”

“Oh.” She considers this for a moment. “There’s nothing about me staying on birth control in our contract.”

“True.”

“Do you want to add something?” she asks, her voice tiny and soft.

“No.”

She wiggles, snuggling in a little tighter. I reach down and tug her dress up so there’s nothing between us from waist down. Her warm, damp skin settles against mine. Dirty, delicious connection.

“When I heard you arguing with her on the cruise, I kind of got the impression that you didn’t want kids at all. You said you offered to get a vasectomy.”

“I did. I would have frozen my sperm first, but I didn’t ever want to be in the position I’m in now.”

She gives me a funny