Page 74 of Finding Little Fiera

He carried her to his bedroom and put her down on his bed. Right where she belonged. His heart thundered—and not from the running around.

She made it to her hands and knees and tried to crawl out of reach, but he caught her feet and dragged her back until her hips were at the edge of the bed and her feet were on the floor.

Sitting beside her on the bed, he pulled her leggings and panties down to her ankles. His Little girl had a sexy ass.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. Please don’t spank me.”

He rubbed the silken skin of her bottom, warming it and making sure…

“Don’t, Daddy, I didn’t mean to—oh!”

Her pleas broke off when his fingers “accidentally” touched the lips of her pussy. Yep, she was ready.

“I’m afraid I have to, naughty girl. It’s my responsibility to make sure you remember this spanking. Now let's have those legs farther apart so Daddy can punish you properly.”

He didn’t have to ask her twice. She was already so wet for him. He brought his hand down, just hard enough to awaken all her senses. Each time, his fingers delved deeper into the tight heat of her pussy.

“You are being such a good girl for Daddy,” he said as he trailed his fingers lightly up the backs of her thighs. “I think you’ve earned a reward. I wonder what I should do?”

Her hips swayed as she lifted her ass, meeting his hand as he tantalized every inch of her sensitive skin. The rose-pink glow on her cheeks made his cock throb. He wasn’t going to be able to do this much longer. His dick was pushing against his zipper so hard it hurt.

They needed to lose the clothes. Now. He had her undressed in a matter of seconds. God, she was beautiful. Every delicious inch of her. And she was all his. The thought made him weak in the knees.

After that he made quick work of shucking off his clothes. Turning her to lie on her back, he kissed every inch of her soft skin. The curve of her neck. The swell of her breasts. Those hidden places he’d found last night that had driven him crazy all day.

He’d wanted to go slow. To take his time, but his need for her was too great. It was going to take all he could do to be gentle.

He ran his hand up her legs, his cock growing tighter with each moan and gasp she let escape. He loved the fact that she wasn’t holding back her responses from him. He’d found out the night before his Little girl was a screamer. This time, he wanted to hear her scream his name.

“Spread your legs for Daddy, babygirl. Daddy wants to taste how much you enjoyed your spanking.” She obeyed him without hesitation.

He ran his finger up the length of her slit, gathering her juices. Leaning over her, he braced himself with his other hand so as not to crush her. She was such a tiny thing.

Her eyes were half-lidded and she was drunk with pleasure. And focused all on him. She followed the path of his hand as he lifted it to his mouth and sucked all her juices from his glistening finger. She tasted like spiced honey, and it was all for him.

“Have you ever tasted your sweetness, babygirl?”

She shook her head. “No, Daddy,” she said. The sexy rasp of her voice was filled with desire. For him.

“Let’s fix that,” he said, leaning over her and kissing her hard and deep. He slid his hand back down her body to her pussy. She rocked against his hand as he slipped his finger back inside, deeper this time. “You’re so wet and hot for me, babygirl. Daddy needs a better taste.”

Kissing his way back down her body, he moved his hands underneath the cheeks of her ass and lifted her hips, just enough to give him better access. He rubbed his face against her sweet, soaked sex, inhaling the rich, earthy scent of her desire.

She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and damn if that didn’t make him feel like a king. Slowly, he pushed two fingers in her tight, hot channel before sliding them out. With his tongue circling and laving her swollen clit, he fucked her with his fingers, curling them to touch the sensitive spot inside her.

“Daddy! Oh… that feels… oh god, Daddy. I’m going to… Daddy, I need….”

He loved her responsiveness and the way she openly shared her pleasure. The way he could make her need him so much, she couldn’t talk. “Ask Daddy for permission before you come, firefly.”

“Please, Daddy. Please, can I come?”

With a wicked grin, he said, “Not yet, little girl. Tell Daddy how much you like what he’s doing to you.”

She groaned but did as he asked. “So, so good. Daddy. I’ve never… I didn’t know—oh! God, nothing has ever felt this good before. Please, please, Daddy. I can’t stop it. I need to come. Please!”

“Come, firefly,” he commanded. “Come for Daddy and let him know how much you enjoy his fingers.

“Daddy! Oh… oh… yes!!”