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Forbidden Sweets by Maggie Ryan
Long Distance Daddy by Rayanna Jamison and Allysa Hart
Her blue eyes widened as Kane stepped into the shower stall. His body made the space instantly become smaller and more intimate. When he paused outside of the shower spray, she knew that he was giving her permission to look at him. Sylvie scanned over just the right amount of chest hair scattered across his broad torso and tight stomach.
“Oh, my,” burst from her lips as her eyes traced his massive erection that proudly pressed upward. As a doctor, she knew the average size of a male’s penis. Kane’s shaft far overshadowed the average. His low laugh made her eyes jump back to his face in embarrassment. “Honey, I’m glad you like looking at your daddy. Let’s get you clean before you catch a chill.” He set the bottles on the shelf and guided Sylvie into the spray of the warm water. “Let’s start with your hair, honey. Tilt your head back into the water to get it wet.”
Once her hair was dripping wet, he turned her around so that he could spread the thick shampoo on her drenched locks. Taking his time to rub her scalp gently and work the cleanser through the length of her hair, Kane smiled as she moaned her approval of his technique.
When she teetered unsteadily on the wet shower floor, he guided her hands back to hold on to the sides of his hips for stability. Before long, her slippery back and bottom were fully pressed into the warm skin of his body. They both enjoyed the feel of their bodies flush against the other.
Turning her to allow Sylvie to tilt her head back under the showerhead to rinse her hair, Kane automatically stepped forward to allow her arching body to press against him for balance once again. They both groaned as their bodies meshed perfectly with each other. Her long legs presented the valley between her thighs just at the level of his rigid penis. His organ strongly twitched against her sparse brown curls as her pelvis pressed to his. Their torsos pressed against each other as Kane reached around her to coax the suds from her hair. The tips of her small breasts urgently poked into his chest.
Kane gritted his teeth as he focused on taking care of his Little girl. His desires were secondary to tending Sylvie. With her hair free of the sticky hairspray that had secured her hair in the fancy up-do, Kane opened the bubblegum scented body wash. Immediately, the corners of Sylvie’s mouth turned up in a smile.
Happily, she giggled as Kane washed her face, erasing the makeup from her skin. Instantly, she looked younger and more innocent. Kane smiled as his Little girl emerged from the shell of the glamorously dressed physician. She was so beautiful. Unable to resist, Kane pressed a hard kiss to those pink, parted lips.
Passion flared hot between them. Kane deepened the kiss, sweeping into the warmth of her mouth with his tongue. Teasing her tongue with his, Kane blindly spread more of the sweet-smelling soap over her torso. The slick body wash allowed his fingers to slide over her skin easily. Cupping her small breasts, Kane brushed his thumbs roughly over her clenched nipples, drawing a shiver of arousal from the slender woman in front of him.
He kissed a path down her sensitive neck as his fingers washed her lower abdomen. He wrapped one hand around her body to support her lower back as his fingers combed through her sparse pubic hair into her slick, intimate folds. His Little was eager for his touch.
Kane could feel her eager trembling as his fingers explored her. Without urging, her feet moved further apart to allow him to touch her body. When that supporting hand began to spread the sweet body wash between her small buttocks, Sylvie bucked forward against his pelvis. His finger automatically traced down the inner crease of her buttocks to press against her nerve-rich secret entrance.
“Kane?” Sylvie’s voice sounded small and unsure.
“Call me Daddy, honey. It’s okay. Daddies get their Littles clean all over. Even here.” His finger pressed into the tight opening slightly, drawing a gasp in reaction from Sylvie. He could feel her heat rise between her legs as her pelvis pressed hard against him, grinding against his erection. There was no doubt, his Little had a very sensitive bottom.
An Odd Little Girl by J.M. Dabney
“Come here, baby girl,” I ordered as I patted my thighs. “Bring your teddy.” My girl looked like she needed a short nap and backrub. She shuffled toward the couch with her bear swinging at her side from where she held his paw. When she started to sit beside me, I grabbed her hips and shifted her until she fell onto my lap.
Her skirt flew up for a split second exposing white cotton panties, and she sat right on my cock. I was a grown-ass man, I could control myself, and all that mattered to me was easing her discomfort. I could tell her back was stiff. I wrapped my hands around her sides and pushed on her lower spine with the pads of my thumbs.
“Lean forward a bit,” I ordered as I slipped my hands beneath her dress to get to her soft skin. She bent all the way over and hugged her teddy to her. I massaged every knot and paid attention to the spots that seemed to pain her, easing my touch as I focused on them. Her moans traveled over my body as tangible as soft fingertips. The more I worked her muscles, her body went limp, until finally, I sensed she was asleep.
I gently lifted her until she was lying on my chest. I shifted her until I cradled her in my arms with her face buried against my neck. I brought my leg upward to rest my ankle on my knee, and I cupped her bottom in my big hand as I rocked my baby girl. Her stuffie was held tight in the curl of her left arm. She nuzzled and her right hand fisted in my t-shirt at the base of my spine.
A sense of peace came over me at simply having my baby girl cradled in my arms as she slept. I wasn’t ashamed of my sappy smile as I looked down, shifting enough to see her beautiful face. I traced the perfect sweep of her auburn brows and the shadow of her lashes on her rounded cheeks. Her plump lips were slightly parted. I lowered my head the few inches that separated our mouths and brushed the little, sleepy tilt of her lips.
She wiggled in her sleep, and the hem of her dress eased upward exposing her innocent, white panties that hugged the roll of her lower belly. My cock jerked at the nest of dark curls showing through the cotton. The fabric conformed to her plump crease. I tightened my hand on her fleshy hip, and my fingers sunk into the curve as I suppressed the need to wake her up by rubbing her nub. I didn’t touch her, and I wouldn’t play with her little pussy until I heard her beg Daddy to take her.
Before I made her mine, we had to talk about what belonging to me meant. For her, I’d even rein in my Daddy tendencies because she was more important than a title to me. Whether she called me Daddy or not, she’d always be my little girl. After just a few days, she owned me as much I would her.