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

While she gasps, I stroke her cheek with my thumb and hold her eyes until she sinks into my dominance. “Last time, my wonderful girl.”

She grins through her tears and opens her mouth, giving over all control to me.

I fuck her face. Hard thrusts that lift my ass from the chaise and power my cock all the way down her throat. She gags from the very first thrust, her body jerking in my hold, but she never breaks eye contact. Her tongue and throat work wildly over me. The wet chok-chok of her gagging mingles with the creaking of the pillory, Pence’s muffled squeals, Javier and Dana’s moans. Over the chorus of pain and pleasure, I hiss the count between my teeth. “One, little love. Two, little love.”

The rhythm overtakes me. I cup the back of her head and ram her throat like a piston as I reach the twenties. In and in and in. My balls draw up, despite the cock ring. “Fuck, baby girl,” I roar.

She curls forward, her neck arching, opening her throat even more, giving me that extra. My perfect angel. I reach thirty and start to draw back but she sucks hard, pinning my cock against her hard palate. She strains forward, pulling against my grip on her hair. I keep counting. “Thirty-one, little love. Proud of you. Thirty-two.”

At thirty-five, she squeezes her eyes closed and I immediately pull out, sliding my hands around to cup her face as she sags against my calves, coughing and gasping. “Emmy, my perfect girl. Daddy’s so proud of you. Catch your breath and come up here.” I pat the chaise. “You’ve earned the biggest good-girl fucking in the world.”

She grins through her tears and gasps.

While she recovers, I check the scene still going on in front of us. Javier has finished on Pence’s face and is now leaning on the pillory, gripping Pence’s hair, watching jism drip off the submissive’s nose and chin with an expression of savage satisfaction. I’ll have to ask Javier later what Pence did to get on his shit list.

At Pence’s other end, Dana’s moved on to the ice portion of tonight’s entertainment. She and Harry are discussing makes of ice dildo molds while they pull on gloves. Dana cheerfully snaps the latex against her wrist before she pats Pence’s ass. “Ready for the Big Chill, boy?”

Pence moans, then yelps as Harry pushes an ice-cube between his ass-cheeks.

Chuckling, I help Emily up onto the chaise. While she blinks at me adoringly, I clean off her face. Then I draw her in for a deep kiss. Her lips feel hot and puffy against mine. I rub my mouth across hers, enjoying the sensation as I position her under me. She loves having my full weight on her while she’s being fucked, and she’s earned exactly the kind of fucking she likes best.

She spreads her legs eagerly and wraps them around my hips as I settle onto her. I lift my mouth from hers long enough to smile down into her eyes. “Hi, sweetie,” I murmur, just to check in.

She blinks, bleary from lack of oxygen. “Hi, Daddy.”

“Love you, my baby. Would you do something for me? Would you ask permission for your first orgasm? All the rest are free, but I’d like you to ask me for the first one.”

She wiggles happily under me. “Yes, Daddy. Love you, too.”

I rub my nose along hers before finding her mouth again and running the tip of my tongue around the inside of her swollen lips. She shivers under me. I chuckle into her mouth as I reach down between us and guide my aching cock into her.

I love Emily’s mouth, but there’s nothing as good as sinking into her pussy. Snug and plush, gripping but yielding, in a way a mouth just isn’t. With a deep groan, I thrust all the way in, pushing my hips against hers so I bump her cervix. Emily mewls and tosses her head back and forth. I nip her chin, work under her jaw and along her neck with my teeth. “Yes, my girl.”

She arches her back, lifting her breasts against my chest. Can’t forget about those sweet, little tits. I prop myself on one elbow so I’m not crushing her and roll her nipple between my thumb and finger. She squeaks when I pinch hard and pull, all while thrusting deeply, then moans as the pain hits what she calls the “crossed wire” in her brain and transmutes to heat and need. Her pussy convulses on my cock. Exactly what I want to feel.

“That’s it, baby girl,” I growl to her, knowing the deep timbre of my voice will ramp her even higher. “Take the pain for me. Take Daddy’s cock deep. I know it hurts. Hurts so good, doesn’t it, my girl?”

She hisses and nods and thrashes under me, working against my thrusts to drive me even deeper. I spread my knees for better leverage and jackhammer her cervix. She keens and I feel her begin to go over the edge.

“Emmy,” I warn. If she ruins this scene with an unsanctioned orgasm, we’ll be ending the night with discipline, which is not where I want us to be.

“D-daddy, may I come for you?”

She almost never asks for permission that way. So perfectly submissive. “Yes, my girl. Come for Daddy.”

She goes rigid, her hips coming up off the chaise, even with my pounding weight on top of her. Her legs shake wildly, banging my hips and thighs. I relinquish her nipple to grab both wrists, pressing them to either side of her head, and pin her upper body to the couch as I finish her off. She wails like a siren, so loud I have to turn my head away while I bury my chuckle of triumph in her hair.

I slow to gentle thrusts as she comes down from that peak of intense sensation. Her clit and nipples can get overstimulated after a