Stay Baby Stay (Daddy Loves You #2) Read Online Margot Scott

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Insta-Love, Kink, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Daddy Loves You Series by Margot Scott
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
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I pet her face and hair. It takes every ounce of decency and strength not to fuck her face. She’s doing just fine on her own, taking as much as she can at her own pace. Making Daddy proud. She takes my cock a fraction too deep before she’s ready, and makes herself gag.

My balls tighten. Precum joins the drool dripping down my shaft.

“No need to go deeper than you can handle,” I tell her. “Use your hand like it’s an extension of your mouth.”

“Like this?” she asks, her words muffled.

She works her hand up and down, keeping pace with her lips.

“Just like that, sweetheart.” I lock eyes with her as she gazes up at me. She’s gorgeous. A fuck-princess in training determined to please her daddy.

Pressure gathers in my balls and in my dick. I’m close. I can feel my orgasm surging like a force of nature.

“I’m gonna come, baby girl,” I rasp. “Stop if you don’t want me to blow down your throat.”

But she doesn’t stop. She sucks me harder, faster. She wants to taste my cum, and I’m more than happy to give it to her.

Pleasure rushes up and out of my cock. I come in hot, pulsing throbs. She gags, swallows, then gags again. She pulls off, as drops of translucent white drip down her chin.

“Fuck...baby.” I cradle her face and stroke the high points of her cheeks as she licks the tip of my dick.

The sound of our panting fills the room, along with the sharp aroma of sex.

“Was that good, Daddy?” she asks.

I gather her into my arms. “That was excellent, sweetheart.”

She tucks her face under my chin like she did the night we met. A moment later, I feel her hand wrap itself around me again.

Before I can tell her I’m gonna need a few more minutes, she’s jerking me off, and I’m hard. Rock hard. Like a fuckin’ teenager.

“Jesus,” I rasp. “I haven’t recovered this quick since I was your age.”

She kisses my neck as her hands work me, like it’s her fucking job. Her goddamn sacred calling to milk my balls until they’re completely empty. The feeling is almost too intense, but I don’t tell her to stop. Making me come seems to make her happy, and as her daddy, I’m determined to maximize her happiness—not that it’s a hardship. Not remotely.

Within minutes, I feel the buildup of a second orgasm, and the rush of cum flowing out of me. I shoot off all over her tits and belly, marking her as mine.

My dirty girl. My precious, insatiable Holly.

Chapter Fourteen

Holly

The clatter of a phone vibrating on the bedside table rouses me from sleep. It takes a second to orient myself to the bed I’m sleeping in, and the warm body wrapped around me. The light streaming in around the edges of the curtains is weak. It must be early, and though I’ve probably only gotten maybe five or six hours of sleep total, I feel well rested, like I’m ready for anything.

Cal groans. We’ve somehow managed to switch places so that he’s closest to the wall. I grab his phone from the table and hand it off to him.

“Larkin,” he mumbles. A tinny voice on the other end says something I can’t quite decipher. Cal bolts upright. “You got an address?”

The voice on the other end responds with more gibberish. Cal catches my hopeful stare.

“Is it Kenzie?” I whisper.

He kisses my forehead as he climbs out of bed. I can’t help staring at his bare backside as he steps into the hall.

“Say her full name again,” he says, heading for the bathroom.

“Stephanie Heartwell,” says a woman’s voice; he must’ve put his phone on speaker. “Wife of Ronald Heartwell, owner of Heart’s Hardware. Mother to two teenaged sons. The family lives in Farragut.”

I realize this must be Cal’s partner on the phone. I hear the spray of the shower, and the sound of Cal running a toothbrush over his teeth. I slip out of bed without bothering to get dressed to linger in the doorway.

“Perfect,” he says around his toothbrush. “Text me the address. I’ll be there in forty.”

“No, you won’t,” Abby says. “You can’t interview witnesses while you’re on leave.”

“That’s why you’ll be the one interviewing her. I’ll just be there observing.”

“Harris’s got me tagging along on an aggravated assault call.” Her sigh crackles through the speaker. “I take it the girl’s still MIA.”

“Unfortunately. Any word on the driver?” He catches my gaze in the mirror and points to the shower. I’m definitely going to need to wash the night off me before we head out to look for Kenzie.

He gives my ass a quick squeeze as I move past him on my way to the shower.

“Nothing of note,” Abby says. “With the number of people coming and going from those parties, I’m not surprised nobody remembers one driver in particular.”



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