Daddy's Game by Normandie Alleman Page B

them. Tugging with his lips and teeth, pressing hard with the point of his tongue, he elicited an almost constant barrage of cries from her sweet throat.
    He knew it was all she could do not to grab his shoulders and pull him into her, but he’d stopped that by instructing her to hold her hands behind her head.
    “Oh, please lick me, Daddy.”
    He leaned back and slapped her inner thigh, causing her to jump. “Hush, babygirl. You don’t do the bossin’ here. You need to sit still and trust your daddy. I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry.”
    Sitting back on his heels, he took her in. His darling girl was open like a book, hot and ready, dripping with lust for him. Her blue eyes, normally edged with green, took on deeper peacock tones when she was aroused.
    These were the moments he craved, why he needed to dominate her. For nothing turned him on as much as her arousal. Seeing her in the throes of passion made him feel in control, made him feel whole. Made him love her.
    Grinning, he went back to work plunging into her with his fingers. He reached inside and tickled her g-spot—softly at first, then with more ferocity. She eagerly scooted down into the leather seat, giving him better access.
    With the palm of his other hand, he pressed down on her lower abdomen, his fingers meeting each other on either side of her vaginal wall. She wiggled underneath him and her moans became screams.
    “Now we’re really gonna see how wet you can get, little girl.”
    “Daddy!” she shrieked. “Oh, my God, Daddy!”
    His powerful hands served him in many capacities. In addition to giving him a dream job, they also allowed him to please his woman in a way he wasn’t sure other men could. He moved his hand rapidly in and out of her dripping pussy.
    Her whole body tensed and, knowing she was close, he ramped up the speed and power with which he fucked her, all the while curling his fingers back toward himself, massaging her g-spot from both sides. Then the liquid started flowing out like a dam had burst. Copious amounts of silken liquid girl-cum gushed from her cunt and pooled onto the leather seat and covered his hand.
    “Such a good girl,” he said as he removed his hand from her sopping womanhood. “That’s pretty wet.” He slid onto the seat next to her and unlocked her hands from behind her head, bringing one hand to his lips. He kissed it, saying, “You’re good at this game.”
    Carmen flopped onto his shoulder, spent. “May I pull my dress down now, Daddy?”
    “Yes, you can,” he said.
    As she was arranging herself, the glass partition rolled down. “Mr. Dakers, we’ve arrived at your destination.”

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Carmen tried to keep pace with Natron as they entered the condominium, but his strides were larger than hers even when her gait was not shaky from just having experienced a mind-blowing orgasm. She tugged at his hand to slow his speed.
    “Sorry, babe,” he said, slowing down. “I’m just excited to get you inside.”
    Her head was spinning the way it often did when she got swept up in her relationship with Natron. He was the best lover she’d ever had. Sometimes he made her come more often than she’d ever imagined possible, and something told her tonight was going to be another one of those nights. Another perk to being with an athlete, she smiled to herself.
    The moment they walked through the door, he started unzipping her dress.
    She unbuttoned his pants and reached in and wrapped her fingers around him. His cock pulsed in her hand and she tugged the sensitive skin until he stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head. No matter how many times she saw his incredibly defined abs, they made her breath catch in her throat. And she licked her lips in anticipation as she eyed that v-shaped valley that led directly to his crotch.
    In seconds, they were naked standing in the entryway of the building Natron had rented for the duration of training camp. She’d get a tour later, for it