Page 26 of Jade

“Right. Absolutely no cussing. A pastor’s Little girl should not be saying naughty words.”

Jade shook her head. “I don’t wanna do that again.” She paused and cocked her head, staring at him with a thoughtful expression. “How did you get so good at that, anyway?”

“Good at what?” he asked, not following.

“All of it. Mouth soaping. Making me ask for a spanking. Making me count them out, and that sentence you made me repeat. Those are experienced Daddy moves. Have you been reading up or something?”

“I swear I haven’t.” He paused and considered all the moments she’d referenced. They’d come naturally, and out of nowhere. He chuckled. “Sweetie, I promise I’m not hiding any secret Daddy experience. However, I was raised in the south, in a very religious family. I’ll let you use your imagination on where I learned those skills.”

“Oh.” Jade blushed then giggled, covering her hand with her mouth. “I forget sometimes that we grew up the same. We have all these things in common, but sometimes it feels like we are worlds apart and have lived totally different lives.”

“We had similar upbringings but very different life experiences. It’s one of the things I love about us. I can always count on you to understand where I’m coming from, but I can also count on you to show me a very different perspective.”

She smiled shyly and lay down again, resting her head on his chest. “Is there anything else? Have we talked about everything?”

“We’ve talked about the most important things. Anything else we can take as it comes.”

Jade grinned and rested her hand on his waistband, just above his groin. “Seems like there’s only one thing to talk about then.”

He shook his head. “Naughty little girl.”

“Daddy, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’m not feeling very Little at the moment.”

Jade

She’d barely been able to keep her wits about her long enough to have that very important conversation.

Her pussy was tingling and every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire. She had tunnel vision and only one thing on her mind: Her perfect Daddy and his dreamy body. She wanted to wrap her hand around his cock and press her body against his. She wanted his fingers inside of her, teasing her until she was writhing and begging him to stop.

He reached down, caressing the side of her face with his soft hands, slid his thumb under her chin, and tilted her head, before leaning to catch her lips in a kiss. He’d kissed her before, his lips grazing her cheek as he said goodbye, or sweet little pecks on the lips in the chapel or cafeteria, but nothing like this. He claimed her mouth, leaving no room for doubt; she was his.

The breath whooshed from her chest happily as she leaned into the passion of his embrace, curling her body around his, relishing the feeling of his muscles pressed against her. She felt safe and cherished in his arms.

“Oh god,” he whispered as he pulled away. “It feels like I’ve waited my entire life for that kiss.”

“Same,” Jade agreed. He’d put into words what she’d still been struggling to comprehend.

“I want you. I feel like I have no right, like despite what I said, it’s too early, and if I give in to my most carnal desires this early, I’ll be doing you and myself, both of us, a grave disservice that our relationship may not recover from.

She knew she should pause, consider his concerns, reassure him and maybe even end the night with a cold shower, but she was too far gone for that.

“If you don’t give in to your carnal desires right freaking now, I’ll do you a grave disservice that you won’t recover from!” she muttered not quite under her breath.

His laugh was one of disbelief. “Wait… what did you say?”

Jade colored, horrified at herself and unwilling to repeat it. “I said… please…”

“Please?”

“Touch me. Kiss me. Hold me. Take me. I can’t wait. I want you. Take me like a Daddy takes his Little girl.”

Her passionate plea spurned him into action, and he quickly stood.

Her breath hitched as he worked the buttons on his shirt, slowly revealing, inch by inch, his broad, muscular chest with the tuft of dark, sexy curls between his pecs.

“Ohhh,” she breathed, enjoying the show, whether he meant to give her one or not.

His head jerked up and he winked at her, holding her gaze as his hands went to his waist, lingering on his leather belt. His eyes never left hers as he slowly unbuckled the clasp, and worked the fly of his slacks, sliding the fabric over his hips and down his thighs, until they were a puddle around his ankles that he stepped out of.