Page 62 of Cowboy Daddies

Now he could reach everything, and she cried out as his tongue drove between her pussy lips and swept up and down in long teasing strokes. There was no special attention for the place she wanted his tongue the most, just a quick circle before his tongue moved away again.

The sounds she made grew increasingly frustrated as she tried to guide his head to her clit by tugging on his hair and circling her hips. The long licks up the middle heightened everything, but it wasn’t enough to make her come. She knew he was doing it on purpose, and her desperation made him laugh, which sent ripples straight to her core.

“Daddy. Daddy, please.” It wouldn’t take much. She was already so close. “This isn’t fair. Isn’t a whole day of edging enough?” A huff exploded from her as he flicked his tongue against her clit, and then tipped his head back to look up with heavy-lidded eyes.

“That was not a day of edging, sweetheart. If you’d like to experience a full day of edging … that can be arranged. What you had was a delay of gratification and if you keep whining about it, that delay will get longer. Would you like to wait until after dinner to try again?”

Allegra shook her head frantically. “No, no Daddy. This is fine,” she assured him.

“Good. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m busy down here.” The tone was playful, so she knew he wasn’t really mad.

She also knew that mad or not, he’d follow through and stop if she didn’t behave. She clamped her mouth shut and tried not to whine as he took his time getting back to business. And once his tongue slid between her folds, she was too wrapped up in sensations to think about complaining.

His hands left her hips and a second later he was spreading her pussy wide open. The slow teasing strokes were done. He used his tongue with aggression, finally giving her clit plenty of attention. Lapping with the flat of his tongue, catching all those nerves—it sent her mind spiraling until she couldn’t think, could barely even breathe.

Dimly she could hear her own voice between harsh pants and moans, but she ignored the pleasure-soaked rambling. “Oh, god. That feels so good. Please, don’t stop. P-please…Yes, yes, there!”

He paused, just for a moment to get a better grip on her, and she almost lost her mind. “No! No, don’t stop, please, Daddy!” she begged. Her voice was high and desperate as her fingers clutched at his hair.

Carter didn’t reply, he just went back to feasting on her. His tongue swirled around her clit a few times, and then he sucked it into his mouth. His teeth slowly tightened until she whimpered. He kept it trapped, sucking for endless moments, and when he released it, a burst of heavy warmth and sensation rolled through her body, tossing her into climax without warning.

The explosion of pleasure sent her up on her toes. Her head fell back against the wall with a thud, and a high-pitched keening moan filled the room when he continued. She wasn’t sure how long it went on. Her brain short-circuited and time no longer existed.

Long licks eased her back from the edge without the pleasure stopping, but as soon as she calmed under his tongue, he went right to lapping at her clit again. And back and forth it went, until her legs were shaking too hard to hold her up. She started to slide down the wall, putting all her weight on his shoulders.

The next thing she knew, she was lying in bed wrapped in towels. Her body still trembled and she was cold. “Daddy?” she called out, in a shaky voice.

“Just a second, sweetheart.” The voice came from the living room, but he appeared in the doorway a moment later. “Hey there. I had to grab the food.” He held the Chinese take-out bags up and shook them.

Her brow furrowed as she frowned. “I thought you said we had an hour?”

“We did, and we used it.” He laughed and brought the food over.

“But … there’s no way we were in the shower an hour. We don’t even get that much hot water!” she blurted.

“We weren’t, but you were loopy for a while, Ally.”

She gave him a skeptical look.

“Do you even remember me carrying you in here? You were babbling a bunch of nonsense, and you didn’t seem coherent, so I just settled on the bed with you until the delivery came.”

Allegra’s mouth opened to argue, but she did vaguely remember some of that. It was more like a dream than something that had happened. “Wow, I’ve never done that before.”

Carter snorted. “Sweetheart. Love of my life. You have definitely done that before. Usually during scenes, but once you’re that far out in space, you’re not paying attention enough to remember later.”

“But that’s during a scene … this was just sex,” she protested.

“Sometimes there’s not much difference between the two, as you know. Besides, if you think about it, tonight was a continuation of last night. The end of your punishment, right? So, technically it was a scene.”

Oh. Actually … that did make sense. She struggled to sit up, but her body still felt limp and floppy. “I feel like I could sleep for a year,” she said, following it up with a loud yawn.

He laughed and moved around to help, propping a couple of pillows behind her. “You could probably use it, but dinner first.” Once she was comfortable, he started unloading the heavy food bags, and her eyes widened as she saw how much he’d ordered. He caught the look and shrugged. “I couldn’t decide, so I got us both a few choices. I figured we could do it family style and share everything.”

Stomach grumbling, she was already reaching for the closest container. “I like that idea!”

“Good. I wanted to make sure you ate well. You’ve been missing a lot of meals lately. Well, you were missing. I’ve got my eye on you now.” He pointed a chopstick in her direction and gave her a look that said he meant it.

She looked down and gave the orange chicken more attention than it needed. “You’re really taking this Daddy thing seriously.” It sounded flat, lacked inflection, and she wanted to chalk it up to being tired, but she knew it was more than that. What if it doesn’t last?