Chapter 6 – Evening Worship & Doctor Play

• The second the front door closed and her truck pulled away, Daddy lifted me onto the kitchen counter like I weighed nothing. He kissed me deep and slow, hands sliding under my shirt, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts.
• “I’ve been dying to touch you properly all day,” he growled against my mouth. “Now Daddy’s going to worship every inch of you… and you’re not allowed to come until I say.”
• He peeled my clothes off piece by piece, then knelt between my spread thighs on the kitchen floor. But he didn’t dive in. He started at my feet—kissing the arch slowly, tongue tracing every curve, sucking gently on each toe until my toes curled and little sparks raced up my legs. He worked his way up my calves, behind my knees, licking the sensitive skin there until my thighs trembled uncontrollably.