She lowers her gaze.
“And stop addressing me so disrespectfully. You know better.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice is weaker, sorrowful.
“I think you spent your childhood trying to get your parents to see you and it never worked. Now you don’t know any different. You’re doing the same thing to me.” I’m having a moment of clarity, so I keep going since she isn’t denying anything. I think I’m onto something. Touching a nerve. “The difference is that you have my full attention. I’m right here. I have been since you arrived. Is it not enough for you?” My chest tightens.
She shakes her head. “It’s enough, Sir. You’re a great Daddy.”
I close my eyes and set my cheek against the top of her head. This is the first time she’s referred to me as a Daddy. Not hers. But she’s used the word, at least.
Suddenly, she throws her arms around me and hugs me tight. “I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t know why I’m so naughty.”
I rub her back and run my hand up into her hair. God, I love how she feels against me. She smells like baby shampoo. Precious. She’s so soft in my arms. I want to toss her onto my bed, yank this thin negligee off her, and fuck her into tomorrow.
I won’t do that, but what I will do might help turn the tide between us. I slowly turn around and lay her on my bed before crawling over her body and hauling her farther into the center of the mattress.
Her eyes are wide, and she breathes heavily.
I push her nightie up her body, exposing her pussy and then her belly and then her tits. After lifting the thin material over her head, I press it into her palms. “Keep your arms here. Hold on to the nightie.”
She nods, her face flushing.
“Spread your legs for me, baby girl.” I crawl down her body and then kneel between her spread thighs. She’s so fucking gorgeous. It’s been a long time since anyone brought my cock to such a state as Sabine does every day.
When I dance my fingers over her nipples, she whimpers and lifts her knees, digging her heels into the bed. I circle her swollen buds at the same time, making her arch her back, lifting her chest.
I love how she responds to me. There’s no way she isn’t interested in me. That’s not it. I may not have a clue why she’s holding back and acting out, but it’s not because she isn’t attracted to me.
Pleased by her reaction, I ease my fingers down to her belly and tease the dip of her belly button. As I sit back on my heels, I spread my palms on her inner thighs and open them wider, pressing them into the mattress.
She moans when I use my thumbs to part her labia. She’s shaking. She’s also holding her nightie in a death grip.
I love how wet she is for me, and I stroke her lower lips up and down with just enough pressure to tease her and not enough to give her any satisfaction.
It’s been five days since I’ve had the pleasure of watching her come. I can’t go another night without seeing that glorious sight. It’s against my policy, but I’m going to break my word tonight and rock her world. It’s selfish of me, because my intent is to remind her how fucking good it feels to orgasm for me.
I flatten my body between her legs, slide my arms under her knees, and cup her breasts as my mouth descends.
She gasps before I’ve had a single taste.
I pinch her nipples as she squirms. “Lie still, little one. I’m going to eat this sweet pussy, but only if you can keep from wiggling around.”
She’s panting now. “Sir…” Her voice is desperate. Pleading. Begging. All in one word.
I squeeze her breasts and lower my face, sucking her pussy into my open mouth without pretense. No soft kisses or licks or flicks of my tongue. I go straight for suckling her clit and as much of her pussy as I can at once.
Sabine cries out, her body jerking.
I thumb her nipples and suck again, dragging my tongue through her folds and over her clit.
“Jesus… Oh my God,” she yells.
I press my shoulders into her thighs and pinch her nipples again as she writhes beneath me. The only reason she’s remotely still is because I’m holding her down. But what did I really expect?
This woman is on fire. Any doubt I had about her attraction for me has vanished. There’s no way she misbehaves all day because she can’t stand the idea of me sucking her sweet pussy later that night.
I flick my tongue rapidly over her clit until she stiffens. Not wanting her to come just yet, I ease off and thrust my tongue into her tightness next. I’m lapping up her juices. I can’t get enough of her. I hate that she’s going to come any second. I’d rather lick her for hours.
I pray there might come a day when I get that opportunity, and that scares me to death. Sabine is not mine. She’s here for four more days. She’s not even right for me, I lie to myself.
Returning my attention to her clit, I flatten my tongue and press down until she screams out her orgasm. Her little body shakes in my arms, jerking with every pulse of her release.
I don’t remove my mouth until she flinches under my touch, and then I press a kiss to her mound before lifting my face.
She’s dazed and breathing heavily as I release her breasts and pull my arms from under her thighs. I wipe my face on the sheets and then climb up her body.
It’s not lost on me as I hover over her, that I’m fully dressed in jeans and a T-shirt while she lies naked and sated on my bed. “You may be a naughty little girl, but apparently it’s not because you don’t want me
