Poor Salome, sweet Salome. She can have him physically, and he'll always be her adoring, doting daddy, but she can't have more of him than that simply because he has nothing more he's capable of giving her. This, and those long, tender moments after, these are what he can give her, and doubtless their relationship will at least strengthen (or, more appropriately, further enmesh) in some ways even if he has to break her heart. All the love he can give her is hers, and though it grows now, and he can see a new avenue of connection, even his most paternal love is a possessive thing full of poison and all-consuming bile. Especially now, now he wants to put her in a pretty little cage to let her sing for him, now he thinks about how nice it would be to have her come by more often, now he wonders what else she inherited from him on a psychological level to which he has been previously unaware.
But right now, at this moment, he's just gone, lost completely while he groans--Christ, she swallowed, of course she swallowed, his little angel. His fingers comb through her hair while ecstasy rushes through his blood, his skull lighting up like a pinball machine until the waves of pleasure begin to ebb away and he comes back down. Consciousness starts to return, first with better awareness of her lovely eyes, then her face, and the fact that she's still suckling and stroking him, still using that tongue, and his toes curl. His hands flex, too, like the claws of a cat, a low murmur of a growl coming from between his barely-parted lips. Richard shudders, ever-so-gently giving her hair a little tug to coax her up.
As soon as she's near enough, he lunges upon that beautiful mouth, pressing a hard kiss to the swollen lips that he moans to kiss and suckle upon as though her mouth contains ambrosia--as far as he's concerned, it does, but that may be what he tasted between her legs. While he kisses her, his tongue slipping into her mouth and against hers, his hand slips into her panties and his fingers play rapidly against her clit. He lifts his head to breath, one hand upon the nape of her neck to keep her from looking many places but his eyes while he pleasures her, eyes that burn with deviant, vile hungers as much as they fog with afterglow.
"That was lovely, Salome, what a wonderful girl you are." His mouth closes down around her lower lip and he sucks upon it, forefinger and thumb working to hit every sensitive spot upon the surface of that gorgeous pussy. The tone in his voice is a hurried, husky murmur, low and dark as mahogany bookshelves. "See, you already do such a good job, I don't think I have to teach you too much about sucking my cock, do I? My naughty little girl, wasting your time and your energy on those hideous boys at your school, and they don't even appreciate it. They don't understand what a privilege it is, the little animals. But daddy does, Salome, daddy appreciates you and all you do for him." He grins, one finger sliding inside her while his thumb pushes down upon that most sensitive spot. "Who's my good girl, princess? And my wicked one, too?"
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But right now, at this moment, he's just gone, lost completely while he groans--Christ, she swallowed, of course she swallowed, his little angel. His fingers comb through her hair while ecstasy rushes through his blood, his skull lighting up like a pinball machine until the waves of pleasure begin to ebb away and he comes back down. Consciousness starts to return, first with better awareness of her lovely eyes, then her face, and the fact that she's still suckling and stroking him, still using that tongue, and his toes curl. His hands flex, too, like the claws of a cat, a low murmur of a growl coming from between his barely-parted lips. Richard shudders, ever-so-gently giving her hair a little tug to coax her up.
As soon as she's near enough, he lunges upon that beautiful mouth, pressing a hard kiss to the swollen lips that he moans to kiss and suckle upon as though her mouth contains ambrosia--as far as he's concerned, it does, but that may be what he tasted between her legs. While he kisses her, his tongue slipping into her mouth and against hers, his hand slips into her panties and his fingers play rapidly against her clit. He lifts his head to breath, one hand upon the nape of her neck to keep her from looking many places but his eyes while he pleasures her, eyes that burn with deviant, vile hungers as much as they fog with afterglow.
"That was lovely, Salome, what a wonderful girl you are." His mouth closes down around her lower lip and he sucks upon it, forefinger and thumb working to hit every sensitive spot upon the surface of that gorgeous pussy. The tone in his voice is a hurried, husky murmur, low and dark as mahogany bookshelves. "See, you already do such a good job, I don't think I have to teach you too much about sucking my cock, do I? My naughty little girl, wasting your time and your energy on those hideous boys at your school, and they don't even appreciate it. They don't understand what a privilege it is, the little animals. But daddy does, Salome, daddy appreciates you and all you do for him." He grins, one finger sliding inside her while his thumb pushes down upon that most sensitive spot. "Who's my good girl, princess? And my wicked one, too?"