Page 25 of Snowed In with My Ex

She didn’t know it yet, but tonight was all about her. Her pleasure, making sure she knew just how much daddy loved her without taking any fucking pleasure for my own. The next time I fucked my princess, I’d be breeding her. There would be nothing between us. Not a condom, no pills. Just the two of us connected so deeply and closely, nothing or no one could tear her away from me.

My middle finger moved up and teased her little pussy hole. I watched her clench around me, and something in me flared to life. Watching that, witnessing her need, only set mine off triple fold. “Feeling empty, baby girl?”

“Yes.” She nodded. Her dark hair was splayed against the pillows, a golden hue from the fire set across her tanned skin.

“Jesus, look at you,” I rasped. “You look like a goddess right now.” That earned me a soft giggle and slight blush.

“I look like a mess,” she whispered. I shook my head.

“No, no mess, but by tomorrow, you will be,” I promised. “You’ll be a beautiful mess, princess.” My finger slowly slid intoher tight little cunt. I watched her stretch and swallow it up. Her velvety smoothness sheathed my finger. Her muscles clenched, and she made that sweet little sound I had been missing for way too fucking long.

“Look at you,” I rasped. “Look how you take my fingers. You’re so fucking tiny and tight.” I licked my lips, loving that I could still taste her there.

But it wasn’t enough. My mouth dropped, and I swirled the tip of my stiff tongue around her swollen pearl.

“Daddy!” She bucked beneath me. With my free hand, I kept her in place, licking her as my fingers worked in and out of her pussy. I was fucking glad we were snowed in. The blowing blizzard kept her cries muffled from anyone who could be around. “Winston!” she cried out, and I felt it before she gushed on my tongue, milking my fingers.

I curled them in, touching that spongey spot inside of her to prolong her orgasm. Another gush of fluid streamed out, and I licked it all up.Sweet and tangy and so damn mine. I could have stopped, but I was relentless. I needed another one from her. She squirmed and tried to break free, but daddy wasn’t letting go.

“Another, princess,” I demanded.

“Daddy.” Her head neck against the pillow, showing off her throat. “Win, I can’t,” she panted.

“You can,” I gritted through my teeth, adding a third finger into the mix. “Stay still.” My hand dipped from her waist and smacked the side of her thigh. She gasped, and I grinned against her pussy while I looked up at her.

“My princess likes to get spanked,” I noted, filing that away for later. For as much as we had explored in our dynamic, spanking hadn’t come up yet. How could it when Allie was such a sweet, good girl for me? But now that I knew her reaction, it would be happening again. I soothed the skin I’d spanked. Ourgazes connected. “Stay still, princess. Let daddy do all the work.” She licked her lips and slowly nodded.

Once again shocking me like hell with the trust and faith she had in me. I licked and fingered her. My free hand, I moved down to tease that little hole. Her little whines turned into whimpered moans that only got louder.

“Good girl,” I praised against her pussy. “Daddy’s good girl, fuck!” I pushed a little into that tight untouched hole, and it was like setting off a firecracker.

“Winston!” She bucked up while my other fingers worked in an out of her pussy a little rougher.

My dick strained past the point of pain. When she came, I was pretty sure we both saw stars. Just the sight of her, unbound and uninhibited, in the throes of pleasure, was a fucking sight to behold.

“Good girl. such a good, beautiful girl for daddy,” I praised, slowing down the way my fingers slid in and out of her until I slipped them out. She gasped, and my lips twitched.

“That was… wow,” she sighed, her body dropping completely to the makeshift bed on the ground. “I think I’m sweating.” She giggled. I dropped next to her. She turned her head to look at me, her green eyes shining like jewels. “I didn’t think you could actually sweat during a blizzard.” She smiled so sweetly.

I couldn’t keep my mouth off hers. I leaned in to kiss her, but I didn’t have to go far. My girl met me more than halfway and kissed me back with unfurled passion. “I like tasting myself off your lips,” she confessed quietly when she pulled away.

“I love tasting you,” I rumbled back. Her pretty little palm rested over my thundering heart. Allie started to slide her hand down my chest, but I covered it with my own. I shook my head, and she frowned. Those plucked brows bunched with confusion. “Tonight is about you.”

“Winston––“

“You called me something else,” I reminded her, hoping that in the aftermath of her high, she wasn’t regretting calling me that.

“Daddy.”

“That’s my princess.” Her lips quirked up before she licked them.

“What if I want to touch you?” she asked, her voice still breathy. Her pretty face flushed from what we’d just done.

“Princess,” I groaned, but this time when her hand tried to pull free of mine, I didn’t stop her.

Allie deserved a better man. A stronger-willed man. But I was weak when it came to her. Her hand easily moved down my front. Her chest rose and fell as she touched me. Like she had missed it as much as I’d missed her touch.

“You’re so warm.” She licked her lips. “Maybe we should take some stuff off?”