Daddy, Take Me Ch. 13-14

He soon returned, so I took a few 'selfies' of us and sent them home to Maisie. We chatted nonstop about where he would like to take me, what was the 'must-dos' on any list I had and how we both treasured this time alone.

In no time, it seemed, we pulled into Gare du Nord station. We grabbed a taxi from the queue, and drove through the crowded street. We pulled up to a magnificent old hotel. I was...impressed! Daddy booked us in, handing over both passports, making me giggle. The hotel was set in an eighteenth-century townhouse, resplendent and so very French; nothing modern or minimal in this place! While daddy was getting us checked in, I walked through the lobby, amazed at the fittings...and the artwork lining the walls! I ambled into an anteroom, which was actually a small library, complete with original wooden beams and French prints on the walls. I was confident they were several sketches and original Picassos! Fuck!

The manager was extremely kind and efficient and accompanied us to our...suite! I tried to act so relaxed and nonchalant, as if my dad did this all time for me, but again, I failed miserably. I had my arm through his, as we entered the spacious room. I immediately noticed the freshly cut flowers, handwritten cards from the manager, a bottle of daddy's favourite Lagavulin and a selection of crisp, white wines and champagne in the wine cooler!

There was a huge bed that rivalled daddy's at home, a well-thought-out, massive en-suite with a roll-top bath but, the view? There was a balcony with comfortable furniture and views of the Eiffel Tower! Fuck! This was...too much. I stood outside, gazing at my first real view of Paris and was taken aback. Daddy came out to me after everyone had left, and wrapped his arms around me.

"This'll do?" he asked.

"God, daddy. Will it ever! Thank you, but really, you shouldn't have. I mean, all right, not a B&B, but you didn't have to bring us...here!" I shrieked, turned around and hugged him. Our lips met seriously for the first time in weeks, it seemed. He picked me up so easily, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, as my hands slid through his hair, my lips never leaving his. I slid down his toned body, turned around and pulled his arms around me. I looked out to the view, knowing I couldn't get too naked out here, as buildings were directly in front of us. Time would tell, though.

"So, where to first? We have all day to explore or..." he started to say, 'til I cut him off. I had my hand on his chest, pushing him backwards. He navigated the door with agility, as I kept my hand and eyes on him. I walked him to the bed, and he stopped when his legs had nowhere else to go. My fingers gently unbuttoned his crisp, pale-blue shirt, our eyes smirking at one another.

"Let's get you comfortable...daddy," I smiled, and slipped the shirt over his shoulders, throwing it at the nearby chair. I leaned in and inhaled my daddy's manly chest, tiny kisses here and there.

I stood back from daddy and whispered, "Stay," as I kicked off my trainers, undid my slim, leather belt and unbuttoned my trousers. I slid the loose pants over my hips and down my legs. I collected them, folded the trousers, and put them on the chair. I stood there in my pretty new panties and slowly unbuttoned my blouse. Daddy couldn't take his eyes off me, which was precisely the reaction I wanted. "Don't touch," I murmured, his eyes wild with desire.

With every button undone, I invited my daddy to look at me, take me in and imagine all the delicious things he wanted from me.

"Do you have any idea how in love I am?" I whispered, and undid the last button.

"I have a pretty good idea, Little One," he murmured, and watched as I opened my blouse to him, my young, perky nipples hard on my little mounds. I casually walked to the chair, laid my blouse down, and then turned back to this man standing stoically by the bed. I walked to him and pulled his mouth to my breasts. Daddy's firm hands went around my back, pulling me to his eager mouth. He teased me, his lips inches from my nipple, as he just looked. I brought his head to my chest, wiped his face across my breasts, and stepped back, easing out of his grip.

I stood there in just my dainty, blue panties. I looked at him and ran my hands into the soft material, fingers sliding through my wet labia. I pulled my fingers out and held them to daddy, a suggestive smirk on my face. He slowly grabbed my hand, brought my fingers to his mouth, and his eyes never left mine, sucking them. Fuck! I kneeled in front of daddy submissively and untied his shoes, slowly taking them off with his socks.

"Chloe...really...we can—" he started to say.

"Shhh, daddy. Let's start as we mean to go on, hmm?" I sultrily said.

I leant between his legs, as I unzipped his pressed khakis and leaned over, mouthing his now-erect daddy-cock. My fingers tautly pulled his tan trousers down, daddy kindly lifting his feet. I wrapped my arms around him, my hands fondling his firm ass, and pulled his covered cock to my mouth. My small hand went to his erect cock, and I squeezed a dollop of his pre-cum, wetting the cotton. I held onto his manhood, brought my lips to the head, and sucked. I licked my lips, looked up at my daddy, smiled, and moaned, "God...I've missed you," and covered his hidden cock with my mouth again, inhaling his scent, one hand still caressing his ass.

"Fuck...Little One," daddy growled, pulling my face harder to his shaft. "You're...going to get into trouble, Chloe, darling," he smirked, grabbing my hair tightly now.

"Mmmm," I moaned, taking my mouth from his boxers. "You're the one who's in...trouble," I sighed, and pulled his boxers down from behind, then down his muscular legs.

I grasped his stiff shaft, gently blew my warm breath on him, and then licked his glans like a summer ice lolly. God, I loved when I could make my daddy moan! I teased him with my tongue, slowly licking, then engulfing his head, then pulling back and re-licking him. I smiled at every pulse his throbbing cock made, as I played with his dick. Daddy tried to pull my face further onto him, but I slapped his thigh, and he reluctantly stopped his foolish attempt to fuck my mouth. He would go at my pace, not his. At least, that was my intention!

I slipped his prick from my mouth and lifted it up proudly. God, he was so hard! My face moved under, and inhaled one of his full balls, my tongue licking and prodding it, as his cock quivered in my small hand. I opened my mouth and sucked one of his full, weighty balls. I swirled it around and was drunk on his scent. My hand gently stroked his dick, as I let the man-mass slip from my mouth, looked up at him again, and murmured, "I've missed you, daddy. Never leave me...ever," I sighed, and sucked his other brimming ball.

"Chl—Chloe...you'll never...lose...me...ever," he grunted, his cock expanding as I continued to lavish my tongue and lips on his loose balls. My hand stroked his cock, pre-cum oozing out and covering my hand.

"God, daddy...you're so...wet," I moaned into his sac, sending little tremors through his body. I could feel his hand on my head, tighter and firmer than before. With the last slurp, I let his ball fall from my mouth. I moved his cock to my mouth again and engulfed him, swallowing his sap. I unceremoniously dropped his cock, the red, swollen head urgently staring at me. I stood up silently, much to daddy's chagrin!

"Daddy...take my panties off...please?" I asked, so calmly.

The look in his eyes said otherwise, but he slowly grasped the edges of the material and pulled them down over my ass. The further he pulled, the lower he crept 'til he was on his knees. I let out a long,

'Ooooohh,' as my pussy was uncovered to him.

He pulled the gushy panties down my legs, and I lifted each. He held them in hand and looked at them.

"Go ahead, daddy. We both know you want to, hmm?" I smiled.

Of course, my beautiful, perverted daddy lifted my wet panties to his mouth. He tasted me, sending more shivers through my body. He slowly stood in front of me, and through our well-worn household tradition, wiped them across my lips and kissed me. I left his embrace and pushed him back onto the bed. He maddeningly smirked and threw my panties at me. I stood between his tight legs, his manhood stiff and proud. He shimmied his body, giving me room to move between his open legs.

I seductively crawled up the bed, my long, brunette and blonde-tinged hair sweeping over his tight body. I swayed over his body, resting on his thighs, his wet cock staring at me. I leaned onto his stiffness, adjusting my labia, so his girth split my lips. I leaned down and sucked his nipple, his pelvis lurching up and pressing onto my valley. I coyly slid up and down his shaft, wetting him as he was wetting me. I moved my mouth along his chest, planting soft bites on his flesh.

"Ohhh...my, Chloe. God...you....you feel so...so beautiful," he moaned. He moved his hands to my tiny ass, and slid me along his hard cock, both of us leaking on the other. I brought my lips to daddy's, and we kissed, long and slow. His hands were in my hair, fingers sliding through my long tresses, as he kissed me like only he ever did...or would.

"Daddy...daddy...I've waited for this...forever. I...I love us," I sighed, and we tenderly embraced, as our hips worked with each other, gliding and moving.

He pulled my hair back, moved it over my shoulder, and gently bit my neck, sucking my flesh and marking me.

"That's...that's so...good...daddy...just...just mark...me," I moaned, into the air.

I could feel daddy lifting me, desperately trying to penetrate and take me. I could feel the recklessness of his rigid member, eagerly wanting to reconnect with his Little One. I almost surrendered to his fervid desire, but suddenly moved off his chest, sitting on his groin.

I grasped and stroked his stiff prick and whispered, "Daddy...just...relax, 'kay? I know you need to...be in...control...but, for now...let me, daddy. I need you to give yourself...to me. Give yourself to me...just this once, hmm?" I huskily said. "Don't...touch...me," I almost begged. "I need to take...care...of...my...daddy," I moaned, lifted myself up, my pussy hovering over his swollen cock, and wiped his wet glans along my labia, re-splitting my glossy lips.

His hands moved to my thighs, and I swatted them away.

"No, daddy...no touching...yet," I implored of him, my hips sliding along his shaft. "I'm going to love you, daddy...and fuck you. Then...I'm yours...always."

I held onto his tumid cock and lowered myself onto his wet glans. I kept myself there, my body shaking and my breath quickening. Daddy had his hands clasped behind his head, his smirky smile pissing me off!

I held off as long as I could, then slowly lowered myself onto his shaft, catching my breath as his thickness split me, daddy's cock sliding into me. I half expected a simple flick of his hips, burying himself in me, but he, somehow, understood my need to take him my way.

I moved my hands to his stomach, breathing deep and getting used to the welcome intrusion. I pushed up on his stomach, my body rising, then falling back down, impaling myself.

"This...this...is...what I miss...daddy. God...you...you fill me...daddy...in so...many...ways," I groaned, my hips now rolling on his manhood. I ran my hands through my hair, my eyes closed and totally absorbed in my daddy's cock deep inside me; I danced on my daddy, swaying, moving my hips side to side and to and fro, as I caressed my small mounds, tweaking my nipples and groaning to him. His face was filled with anguish at first, but he finally accepted my desire and lay back, relaxing and allowing me to use him, to please him.

My hands roamed over his body, touching, squeezing and caressing him. I leaned down, my hips still riding his cock and played with his nipples. I loved how his prick would throb when I pinched or sucked them. Daddy finally relented and ignored my overzealous pleas not to touch me. His hands encircled my head, kept my mouth on his chest, his hands playing with my hair, his hips finally lifting up to meet my now-urgent thrusts.

"That's it, daddy....Take me...you feel...so...so...wonderful," I moaned, as our bodies moved with each other. "Fuck me, daddy. Fuck your...Little One," I sighed.

I lifted myself from his chest, a fervent kiss sealing our desire. I leaned back, watching daddy's cock slide in and out of my young pussy, my body shaking with every deep prod of his.

"Touch me, daddy...Touch your Little One," I almost begged. He moved his hands to my thighs and caressed my soft skin, his smirk infuriating me to no end! "Touch me...daddy!" I almost shouted. He didn't, only teasing me with the constant light touch of his large hands on my thighs.

"Come on, daddy. Don't...you...want...to...touch...me?" I smiled, as my hands swept over my little mounds, pinching my nipples, as I threw my head back in faux ecstasy, tempting him...I hoped. "God...my tits feel so good when I touch them, daddy. They're so...soft...so tender...so...fuck...that feels...so...good. Mmmmm. Is daddy sure, hmm?" I smirked, flicked my hips on his buried cock and pulled my nipples. "They're still small, daddy, aren't they? Just...like...you...like...them, hmm?" I teased.

He swatted my hands away and groped my breasts; his thumbs deliriously skimmed over my erect nubs. I brought my eyes to his and smirked, then threw my hair back and revelled in his manly touch.

"That's it...just...God...dadd—yeah, pull them...ooooooh....fuc—you're...so...bad...dadd—" I shrieked, as his cock pulsed and somehow grew harder.

"So...so...close, daddy. That's...just like...that!" I screamed, as his hands went to my shoulders, and he pulled me down on him, his stiff shaft impaling me again.

I felt my anxious pussy grasp daddy's cock, and I came; all my senses exploded as daddy firmly pulled my nipples. My mouth was open, but no words came out, only my almost-feral groans, as daddy flexed his hips, pushing his shaft deeper inside me. I couldn't feel the warm rush of his sperm, and was deflated. I thought I used every little ploy to make him empty himself in me, but he was holding back. I was too lost in my orgasm, sliding his cock around inside me, and too taken with my relief. I moved my hands from my breasts and laid them on his stomach, fucking his cock, feeling his thickness slide inside me. His full hands were on my petite ass, moving me around on him at will. I flung my pussy on his cock, my fingers digging into his flesh, as I came again, my cunt gushing my honey all over his groin. My breath was strained, as I lay on his chest, his prick still nestled inside me.

"Ohhhh...daddy...that was...but...you...did—" I began to say, but he hushed me with his warm breath. He brought his hands to my back, softly cradling and caressing me, his pelvis still moving and sliding his member in and out of my sodden cunt. I felt glorious having him still hard and gently taking me. I ran my face over his sweaty chest, revelling in his smell. We both fell silent and still, his cock flexing inside me, which made me smile. My daddy still desired...me! I placed my hands on his chest and pushed up, daddy's cock still firmly in me. I sat up, his dick prodding my cervix. I smiled, but didn't move. We tenderly looked at one another, and then daddy grabbed my hands.

"Lean back, Chloe. Hold my hands but lean back and bring your legs over mine, okay? Come on, just...that's it...yessss...just," he moaned, as I leaned back, his cock partially slipping from my sheath, and I somehow moved my legs, so they were over his. He pulled my arms, his cock sliding further into me, then pulled back. It was an uncomfortable position, but he knew what he was doing. He pulled himself up, my legs over his, our wet bodies against each other. He wrapped his arms around me, and we gently kissed.

I loved this part with my parents; the connection and the closeness. Daddy held me tight against his masculine chest, his hips gently pushing his stiff shaft inside me, our foreheads locked together. Unhurriedly, we looked at the other; our earlier fever diminished by the slow rhythm we were setting. I traced his face, my fingers following his jawline, as our lips met so serenely. Daddy's hands were on my back, his feathery touch causing my pussy and imagination to seep.

"Why...why can't life be like this always, daddy," I whispered, as my pelvic muscles clasped his rigid cock.

"But, it can be, Little One," he whispered so deliciously. "It just...takes time...and work. I know you can do it, Chloe," he murmured in my ear, the low pulse of his voice sending my mind in another direction.

I gently rubbed my pliable nipples across his chest, my lips kissing and pecking his. I giggled to myself every time daddy flexed his prick, my muscles grasping him, too. His gentle pushes up were having the desired effect, my cunt gushing and waiting for his virile seed to fill me.

"Relax, Chloe. Just...relax. Let's take it slow. You'll know, okay? Just...let it build," he whispered, his hands holding me, as his cock flexed, setting my muscles off, as they grasped his stiff prick. Daddy sat there, so fucking stoically, knowing precisely what he was doing to me. He brought his forehead to mine, his body still, but his cock expanding. I kept my hips as still as possible, and used my muscles to massage his girth.

I smiled to myself as I milked daddy's manhood, knowing he would explode inside my valley soon. We tried to keep our bodies still, just using our genitalia to cum, both of us looking and breathing on the other. Our glowing eyes said all that needed saying, as his fingers gently tickled my neck. My mouth slowly formed that perfect 'O' as I felt my toes tingling, the sensation sliding up my body. We both made these tiny movements, pushing against each other, 'til I shrieked and came all over my dad's cock. As my pussy swelled and gushed, daddy let go, pulling my shoulders downwards, his cock planted deep inside me, as he spurt his musky daddy-cum in my sheath. There were no violent thrusts, both of us were just enveloped in each other, as we emptied ourselves on the other, our lips fixed together, our wet bodies moving as one.

Daddy pushed me back, our legs akimbo to begin with, but soon splayed out, his firm groin between them, our bodies still linked. He thrust sharply into me, the last bursts of his cum now inside me. I felt my cum sliding over his hardness, wetting us both.

He swept the hair from my eyes and whispered, "I love you, Chloe," and I knew he meant every syllable. I lay in his arms, his cock still nestled inside me, and I thought of Maisie. This is what I felt with her. 'Kay, not the hard cock part, but the connection...or at least, the beginning of what I felt with my daddy. He went to pull out, but I held his butt firmly against me.

"Not...not yet, daddy. Can we...just...for a...while?" I asked, nowhere near ready to break the bond.

"Of course, we can, Chloe," he smiled, and we spent the next thirty minutes talking low, chuckling and touching. Absentmindedly, I moved, and daddy slipped from me, my pussy gushing our secretions on the bedspread. We both moaned at the loss of connection, at least the physical one. Daddy went to get up, but I stopped him.

"Can I just...?" I smiled, leaned in and took his nearly flaccid cock in my mouth, licking and tasting us both. I stroked him with our wetness, sucking his glans for any remnants of his cum.

"What are you like, Little One?" he chuckled.

"I'm yours," I sighed demurely, and with a final lick, swatted his butt, and he walked to the bureau and grabbed us a drink.

In time, we had an uneventful shower; well, if you don't count daddy licking and biting my ass uneventful. Actually, no shower had ever been uneventful. How would I ever tire of daddy's hands around me, caressing my breasts, as his cock lay on my small ass?