A taste of Daddy’s Touch

A taste of what’s coming in February/March

“I can’t touch you,” I murmur huskily. “But I can still help you.”

“How?” she breathes out as her pupils dilate.

The smirk on my face tells her all she needs to know, and my cock hardens at the sight of her expression. Judging by her face, her breathing, and her posture, I’d say she’s more than a little aroused.

“Will you let me help you?” I ask softly and place my right arm on the back of the couch. With my free hand, I pull away the blanket and drop it on the floor. Kayla doesn’t reply verbally, but she does nod—quite furiously. I smile and lean in. “You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?” I whisper in her ear. “Desperate for an orgasm.” Looking down, I have the perfect view of her tits, all pushed together in her light yellow dress. Her pigtails linger down her chest in loose curls, and I can’t stop myself from twirling a lock between my fingers, which causes the strands to brush against her cleavage. “Tell me—” I notice her shiver when I exhale into her neck “—are you wet, baby girl? Are you fantasizing about a big cock destroying your pretty little pussy?” Her breathing hitches, a flush spreading over her lovely cheeks. “Or maybe pushing inside your tight bottom?”

Dropping my hand, I wrap my fingers around her wrists and keep them in her lap.

“Yes,” she whimpers and rubs her thighs together. “Yes, yes, yes.” She licks her lips, another word on the tip of her tongue. I can feel it in my gut.

I want her to scream for me, call me Daddy, beg for more, when I fuck her silly. I want her to be desperate.

I want her to suck on my cock like it’s her pacifier.