The Best Part of Waking Up—The Izela Series - Sex Stories

The Best Part of Waking Up—The Izela Series

... deliciously pink button his little girl is presenting him with. A sharp nip at the bundle of nerves has her crying out and pulling away, but Daddy's hands catch a firm hold of her hips before she can fully lift up, and bring her right back down so he can soothe the hurt with soft licks. Gentling a hand down Izzy's thigh to her knee, Daddy nudges it to the side, forcing her to spread wider as he lifts his head up. To keep balance, Izzy abandons the tuft of her daddy's hair she had been gripping and instead uses that hand to prop herself up as she leans back. With her now wide open and angled perfectly at his open mouth, Daddy squeezes her hip. Understanding exactly what he desires, Izzy rolls her hips forward and up— right into his tongue. Forward, up, back, and down. Forward,forward, up, back, and down. It doesn't take long before Izzy's fisting her shirt and panting hard, as she fucks her daddy's face. "Daddy! Daddy,please. Just— please let me," she manages to beg between whimpers. "Please." In silent response, the hand still on her hip slides back around to round cheek and squeezes while shifting her all the way forward and leaning over him, while the other catches one of her sensitive nipples in a pinch. Izzy squeaks in pleasure and jerks hard, but Daddy immediately slaps her as in punishment, making it clear she's now to stay still. Whining high, Izzy wills herself not to move as her daddy launches into an all-out assault on her special place. His tongue flicks quickly ...

... back and forth and around her clit before darting down into her wet folds and inside her tight hole, and then gliding slowly back up to her clit to start the pattern all over again. The fast-slow rhythm has her squirming slightly in anticipation and pleasure despite her best efforts. Everything is tight and hot, and wet, and getting tighter. This is always how it feels before she explodes. "Da-addy! Ineed—please!" Just when Izzy thinks she might pass out, or worse— cum without permission, Daddy takes mercy on her. In a well-coordinated, skilled effort, he sucks on her clit, pinches and twists her nipple, and squeezes her ass. The attention to her clit and nipple bring Izzy right up to the edge, but it's that brief, reassuring grip that lets her know it's alright to tip over it. She cums hard, pleasure radiating from the pressure between her legs and sparking up higher with the slight pain of the twist. Daddy eventually lets up on her nipple, rubbing it with his thumb, but keeps suckling her, easing her through the slowing waves. When she finally has the mind to move back and off, she does, righting herself on the bed before falling in boneless heap by his side. His face and beard, sticky with her cream, shines in the now bright morning light as he rolls to look at her. Swiping some of the mess from his chin, Daddy spreads it over Izzy's parted lips before dipping inside to slide it over her tongue. Instinctively, she sucks and licks around them until they no longer taste like ...