Oh, those words, a more beautiful phrase has never been uttered by this girl before. Each word is better than the last. That slender hand finds its way to his belt, his fly, and he gasps at what little relief is provided--even from beneath his boxers, it's still room, blessed room, and her hand is so agonizingly close that the proximity could kill him.
A crooked grin overcomes him when she says he'd never hurt her. Not out of spite, he wouldn't, no--but because he had to, because the muscles in his arms scream even now to grab her, squeeze her. That pretty neck would feel so perfect beneath his hands, it's too tempting, and with a groan of frustration he finds himself reaching down to take hold of her hips, just for the sake of grabbing onto her.
Grinning broader, Richard nuzzles up against her lips. "Daddy's dirtier than you could ever hope to be, little girl." Although she's plenty dirty, he has to admit, and it is delightful. He clamps his teeth shut just a centimeter away from her pretty mouth and reaches down, freeing himself from his boxers, his cock throbbing for her, so hard that the sting of all this delay is almost giving him a headache. He sits up against the headboard of the bed, senses blurring together while he strokes her hair and bends to press kisses across her eyebrows.
"Of course I want this, Salome, of course daddy wants your cunt." Every word out of him is a husky growl, the real Richard clawing his way through the mask of daddy, or perhaps blending with it. "That tight, beautiful wet little pussy--oh, fuck, princess, daddy wants to wants to be the first and best screw you'll ever have, he wants to fill you up and make you feel so good you don't even remember your name." Nuzzling against her ear, Richard takes her hand and draws her up. "Come here and sit in my lap, little girl, you haven't sat in my lap for years and years, I've missed it. Come curl up and play with me, we can feel good together."
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A crooked grin overcomes him when she says he'd never hurt her. Not out of spite, he wouldn't, no--but because he had to, because the muscles in his arms scream even now to grab her, squeeze her. That pretty neck would feel so perfect beneath his hands, it's too tempting, and with a groan of frustration he finds himself reaching down to take hold of her hips, just for the sake of grabbing onto her.
Grinning broader, Richard nuzzles up against her lips. "Daddy's dirtier than you could ever hope to be, little girl." Although she's plenty dirty, he has to admit, and it is delightful. He clamps his teeth shut just a centimeter away from her pretty mouth and reaches down, freeing himself from his boxers, his cock throbbing for her, so hard that the sting of all this delay is almost giving him a headache. He sits up against the headboard of the bed, senses blurring together while he strokes her hair and bends to press kisses across her eyebrows.
"Of course I want this, Salome, of course daddy wants your cunt." Every word out of him is a husky growl, the real Richard clawing his way through the mask of daddy, or perhaps blending with it. "That tight, beautiful wet little pussy--oh, fuck, princess, daddy wants to wants to be the first and best screw you'll ever have, he wants to fill you up and make you feel so good you don't even remember your name." Nuzzling against her ear, Richard takes her hand and draws her up. "Come here and sit in my lap, little girl, you haven't sat in my lap for years and years, I've missed it. Come curl up and play with me, we can feel good together."