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

did before, until our thighs meet and my balls bump her cheeks. I flatten my hand on the small of her back to guide her. A slow withdrawal and a gentle surge inward. Her whimpers underscore my deep groans.

“Touch yourself, my good girl. I want to feel your fingers on my balls.”

Her warm fingertips immediately trip across my sac. I push deep and enjoy the flutter and clamp of her ass, the squeeze of her fingers. I give her hip a gentle slap. She grins, understanding it was just a love-tap to let her know how pleased I am with her. Her reddened mouth rounds into an O when I start to thrust harder, my groin slapping her soft ass. Her face tightens and her whimpers rise in pitch. I know I’m going a little faster and deeper than is comfortable. I also know she comes nearly out of her own skin if she feels I’m using her for my pleasure.

“That’s it. That’s my angel. Give yourself to me.”

She makes a tiny, breathy cry, her fingers working wetly over her own flesh and my balls. Her ass jerks, muscles squeezing so hard a grunt’s forced out of me. I grab her hips and pound her ass as her cries escalate to wails.

“Come, Emmy. Come for Daddy,” I grit out.

She shakes all over. I slap her ass hard to rocket her over the edge and she screams. Her hands slap across the lounger, seeking a hold. I press down on her sacrum to hold her steady and keep up the ecstatic pounding of her spasming ass.

“Daddy!”

“Yes,” I hiss between clenched teeth, straining not to come and end it too soon. “Take it, my good girl. Take it.”

I give her everything, grabbing one shoulder to drag her back onto me over and over, snapping my hips to slam my cock into her soft heat mercilessly, flattening her to the couch under my weight.

“Again, Emily. Come for Daddy.”

She shakes her head, scraping her cheek against the cushion, but she does it, my angel, who lives to please me. She howls as she goes off, her body bucking with the strength of her release. I pin her with my weight and ram deep. My own dam bursts with a roar that fills my ears. Every ounce of tension floods out of me in a dozen, mind-expanding pulses. Billowing, blissful release.

I shift to my side, so I’m not crushing her. She squeaks, probably because my semi-hard dick is still buried in her ass. But she doesn’t squirm or struggle. She submits, my perfect girl.

When I can finally speak again, I murmur to her, “Stay still, my sweet baby. I’m going to come out of you and clean up a bit. Then you’re going to relax while Daddy gives you more orgasms for being a little love.”

She turns her little face up onto her shoulder until she can beam up at me. “Ta very much, Daddy.”

I stroke her all over as I ease out of her. Tracing her sweet shape with my palms and fingers. I find some knots of tension in her neck, shoulders, and upper back and work them with my thumb as I wipe us both up with baby wipes from my toy bag. This is where Emily carries tension, but I didn’t expect to find any after several orgasms.

I lift my head to glare at the source of Emily’s tension.

Pence’s mouth is back in service, this time to Harry, while Nico continues to ply the devil’s tongue against the backs of Pence’s thighs. Pence’s feet shuffle with each hit, but don’t dance the way I’d expect. Unless Nico is holding back, but nothing about the devil’s tongue’s deep song suggests he is. While I reposition the towel, pillow, and blanket, and Emily among them, I keep an eye on Pence.

My little girl, ever attuned to me, follows my line of sight and asks softly, “Is everything okay, Daddy?”

“Mm-hmm. Would you like some water or a juice box before the next round, sweetheart?”

“Juice box,” she says, but her voice sounds uncertain and a small line scores the skin between her brows.

I fish a box of her organic apple juice out of my toy bag, puncture the top with the straw, and hold it for her to sip. “Everything’s fine, Emmy. Pence isn’t being harmed. We’re all watching him.”

She nods.

“I’m going to call a break in a bit, to let Pence recover. Would you like a good-girl spanking while Pence is having a break?”

Her face relaxes. “Could it be a good-girl spanking on my front?”

“You love your pussy spankings, don’t you?” I tap the tip of her nose. “Yes, you can have a good-girl pussy spanking.”

She wriggles and pushes her little breasts together between her arms. “And maybe here?”

I lean down and give each of her soft mounds a kiss. “A good-girl titty slapping? Is that what you’re asking Daddy for?”

She grins.

Harry comes to sit next to me on the loungers while I’m getting Emily in a comfortable position for her spankings. Another of our club brothers, Franco, has taken Harry’s place in front of Pence and is grunting through a fast and forceful face-fucking. Pence is going to have an extremely sore throat tomorrow.

I cradle Emily in my right arm, with her back propped against the arm of the lounger, and play with her sweet, little nipples, while Harry gets comfortable, stretching his legs out in front of him and crossing his ankles.

“I think the boy needs a break,” he says quietly.

“Agreed.”

“Want me to tack a half-hour on to the end?”

“No, I think he’ll have gotten the message by then.”

Harry snorts. “Loud n’ clear, I’d say.” He glances at Emily, who is cuddled up against me, her binkie around her waist, wriggling at each twist and pinch and looking up at me adoringly. “Still, the more I think about what he did, the more it pisses me off. If one of the house subs had done that to him, I’d be tearing them