Chapter 22 Is It Hot In Here?

• She whines as I start to eat her out, sucking in stuttered breaths and wiggling her hips restlessly.
• “I…I n-never saw this on the farm,” she stutters, finally opening her thighs wider for it. Accepting that it’s happening and that she likes it. Likes my tongue on her sensitive pink pearl, licking it all over and pursing my lips against it, sending vibrations through it and feeling it swell up, listening to her whine and thread her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer to the place I never want to leave—the notch between her heavenly thighs. “Daddy. Please. Daddy.
• I groan into my next lick, overcome by the power granted to me by that title.