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I’m so deep in sleep I don’t even register that my back is being pulled back against Oliver’s chest. I only feel it when I instinctively begin grinding back against him, feeling him harden behind me and his grip around my waist tightening.

A breathy moan leaves my parted lips. My eyes are still closed, and I’m still half asleep, stuck in that euphoric daze of the early morning. Oliver’s grip is firm, his fingers splayed across my stomach in a possessive yet soothing hold.

When I grind my ass backwards again, he groans into my ear, the deep vibrations sending shivers through my whole body. He’s still not touching me, yet I’m growing wet at the feel of him all around me, him holding me and his hard arousal poking against me. We both sleep naked, so there’s no barrier between us, and I can’t get enough of the feel of his warm skin against mine.

“Daddy,” I moan on a breathy whimper, earning a groan in my ear again. He goes crazy when I call him that, and it’s enough to make him do almost anything for me. It’s his preferred name when we’re deep in our dynamic, and I can’t get enough of his reactions when I call him that, as well as mine.

One of his hands travels up my stomach, his wrist grazing my nipples on its path up my body, making me gasp. His large hand wraps around my throat in a tight, yet not too painful grip.

My own hands instinctively grab his arm, but I let them drop back to the mattress at his warning growl in my ear. “Hands to yourself, baby,” Oliver demands, and I do my best to obey, but it’s difficult.

It’s not even that I want him to let go, I’d never want that, but I just can’t get enough of his arms. The way his thick, corded muscle feels under my small, soft hands is enough to make me drenched between my thighs. He knows it too, and he damn well knows his denial is making me crazy.

But being at his mercy, his hand wrapped around my throat and the other holding a possessive grip on my waist, feels heavenly.

“God…” I whisper when his fingers squeeze around my slender neck. It’s still not hard enough to be painful, let alone do any damage or cut off my breathing, but it’s enough to remind me that I belong here, in his arms and at his mercy.

Oliver groans into my ear again, nipping the lobe between his teeth, just this side of painful. It’s enough to make me hiss in surprise. His answering chuckle is sinister and amused, making goosebumps break out across my skin.

His fingers start trailing down my abdomen, the heat of his palm a comforting caress across my skin. He stops just before he reaches the area where I need his fingers most. “Are you wet for me, baby girl?” he asks.

“Yes, Daddy,” I reply, nodding.

He hums. “That’s right,” he groans, his hand trailing down and down until his palm cups me.

I gasp, my thighs clenching around his hand to keep him there. I grind against his hand, desperate for friction, but his grip around my throat tightens for a second in warning. I let out a whimper and try to keep myself still.

He clicks his tongue in my ear. “So eager for it, aren’t you?”

“Please, Daddy,” I beg. “I need you…”

“I know, princess, I know.” His soothing tone sends warmth through my whole body. “You have me.”

I nod, my eyes clenching shut when his fingers start teasing around my opening. He doesn’t enter me, just teases me, spreading my wetness all over me with his large, calloused fingers.

I’m shaking from how turned on I am for him, how badly I want him inside me in any which way he wants to be. I grind against his cock, so hard against my ass that I’m sure it must be painful, and he lets out a quiet moan.

“Careful, little girl,” he warns, but I’m so desperate for him that the warning doesn’t even register.

His hand around my throat tightens, pushing a gasp out of my mouth, and he suddenly plunges a finger inside me. “I said careful, baby,” he says. “You don’t want me to punish you, do you?”

I normally do, but right now, I need him to continue doing whatever he’s doing. I shake my head.

He hums. “That’s what I thought. Now be a good girl and stay still for me, okay?” His tone is firm, yet soft and understanding all at the same time.

I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”

His grip around my throat loosens, and I find myself missing how tight he was holding me. He adds another finger inside me, and I moan. He’s carefully exploring me, taking his time with it like he wants to savour it and drive me crazy. I’m desperately trying to keep from grinding up against his hand, and I’m frankly not sure I can hold out much longer.

He keeps going for I don’t know how long. All I know is that I’ve soaked his fingers and that I’m desperate for more, since he seems intent on teasing me and not letting me come.

His fingers suddenly bottom out, and I gasp. “Play with your nipples, baby girl,” he orders, and I obey. I moan at the contact, the way tugging at my nipples sends shivers through my entire body, all gathering to where I’m thrumming and sensitive between my legs.

“Please,” I beg on a gasp, not entirely sure what I’m begging for.

“Shhh,” he coos into my ear. His cheek lays at the top of my neck, and I feel so damn good cocooned in his grip. “You wanna come, princess?” he asks.

I desperately nod, hoping he can see how he’s driving me crazy. “Please. God, I need it…”

I gasp when his palm firmly presses down onto my clit, the callouses of his rough skin immediately making me buck up into his hand and arch my back. “Mmmm,” Oliver says. “Not without my permission.”

“I need it, Daddy. Fuck,” I gasp, and his grip on my throat tightens in response.

“Language, little girl,” he chides.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I just need it so bad, please.” Humiliation colours my cheeks red at how pathetic my begging sounds, but I’m beyond caring. All I know is that I need the orgasm he’s withholding from me more than I need my next breath.

He chuckles, his deep voice warming me to my bones. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” he mocks, though it’s light and teasing.

I shake my head, and he chuckles again. “Whose pussy is this, little girl?” he asks.

“Yours, Daddy,” I say with no hesitation. It’s his, and only his.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he praises, and I moan at the praise. “You wanna come?” he asks, and of course I nod. He hums. “Be a good girl and come for me, princess,” he says, and I could cry with relief at his permission.

All it takes is another minute of fingering, palm on my clit and hand wrapped around my throat, before I come apart. I cry out, back arching and grinding into his hand, all while still playing with my nipples and moaning as the orgasm wrecks my body. It’s so intense it makes my entire body shake before I relax in his hold again, already feeling so spent and exhausted.

His fingers withdraw from my pussy, and he brings them up to my mouth. “Suck them, baby,” he commands, and I obey, opening my mouth and letting him stick his fingers in me, soaked with my juices. “There you go,” he praises. “You like tasting yourself, baby girl?” he asks, and I moan on a nod. “Mmmm, that’s right.”

He pulls them out of my mouth after a minute, and I whimper at the loss of his fingers from my mouth. He also lets go of my throat, and I briefly panic, thinking he’s getting out of bed so soon.

But then he begins crawling down the bed, and when he reaches the end, he kneels. I look at him, a little confused for a second before he grips my legs and twists me so I’m laying on my back. “Daddy?” I ask. “What are you doing?”

He crawls up my body, and I realise what he wants when I feel his hot breath fan against my pussy. “I need you to come on my face before I’m satisfied,” he explains, and I could nearly come from the desperation in his voice alone.

Which is why I suspect I won’t last long when his mouth comes down on me.

I moan at the feel of his hot mouth and tongue against the most sensitive parts of me, but he’s slow, just like when he was fingering me. He’s taking his time exploring me, winding me as tight as he can before he lets me have my release.

His tongue teases my entrance, and I wrap my legs around his head in a desperate attempt to pull him closer, but he won’t budge. “Such an eager little thing, aren’t you?” he says, and heat crawls up my neck.

“Please,” is all I say back, and he immediately flicks his tongue on my clit, teasing the hood and pushing moans and gasps out of my gaping mouth.

“Fuck, baby girl, you taste so good,” he groans, not wasting a second before his tongue explores me again. I grip his hair, and I’m grinding against his face before I even realise it.

He meets my desperation with even more enthusiasm, nibbling and licking at me like he’s starving for me. I’m moaning and writhing, chasing the climax that feels just out of reach.

“Daddy, I need to–“ I say, ending on a gasp when he sucks my clit into his mouth. I can’t take it, his teasing and his light, featherlike touches. It’s such a contrast to the tight grip he has on my inner thighs, spreading me for him while he feasts. “Oh, god…”

He moans, growing more and more unhinged with the way he’s eating at me. Eventually, he pauses, looking up at me.

The sight of him has got to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The way his flushed cheeks are coated with my wetness, and the way his tongue darts out to lick at it. His hair, a huge mess atop his head from sleeping and then sticking his face between my legs. And the crazed hunger in his eyes, making me whimper with need.

“You’re going to come on my face, princess,” he says, like it’s inevitable, which it is. “Can you do that for me?”

I nod. “Yes, Daddy. Please make me come,” I beg, even though I’ve already been promised my orgasm. Me begging him gets us both off, and at this point, I have no shame in indulging that.

He groans, and his lips tip up in a proud smile. “Such a good girl for me,” he praises, and I match his smile.

His head dips down between my legs again, and my thighs tighten around his head, as does my grip to his hair. My back arches, moans escaping my parted lips, and I clench my eyes shut when I finally teach the peak.

“Daddy– I’m going to–“ I gasp, grinding against his face as my second orgasm hits me like a truck. I moan “Daddy” over and over again while he eats my pussy, giving me as much pleasure as possible while I come apart for him. I’m shaking, goosebumps and heat coating my skin and making me flushed and sweaty all over.

It takes a while for me to finally come back down to earth, and when I do, Oliver gives me one last chaste kiss to my clit. I stir a little, but I’m too spent to voice any useless protests.

He kneels again, his cock looking painfully hard and leaking with liquid I desperately want in my mouth. I go to kneel, but he leans forward and pushes me back down.

“Stay there, princess,” he commands, and I frown when he stands.

“Daddy?” I ask, wondering what he’s doing.

He pulls on a pair of briefs, which barely manage to contain his erection, and he then turns to face me. “What is it, baby girl?”

“I– Aren’t you gonna come?” I ask. I feel spent and exhausted, and I don’t think I could walk if I tried, but I still want him between my legs.

He smiles, then leans down to give me a kiss on the forehead. I giggle and smile at the soft kiss, feeling warmth flooding my system. “This wasn’t about me. Don’t worry, I’ll let you make me come later.” My cheeks heat, but he doesn’t acknowledge it before continuing. “I’m going to make you breakfast in bed, baby,” he explains.

I can’t keep from smiling at the way he always wants to take care of me, no matter the situation. “I’d like that,” I say, feeling all giddy at the prospect of being lazy in bed today.

But when he starts walking away, I yell after him, a thought occurring to me. “Wait! What about your breakfast?”

“I just had my breakfast!” he yells over his shoulder, and I laugh into my palms while he makes his way to the kitchen, whistling a little tune the entire way.

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