Then he mentally scolded himself. He hurt his baby girl's mouth, so of course, he should apologize! It was his fault, even if it wasn't! Anything he did that hurt his baby girl, even if it wasn't intentional, was his fault! Everything was his fault!
"It's okay. It doesn't hurt anymore," she said, kissing him on the mouth. Her hand reached his still-hard length and started stroking him.
"Baby, you're killing me," he gasped, groaning.
Her thumb rubbed the teeth marks. "Does it still hurt? I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. It's your fault, you know."
"Yes, yes. It's my fault. Ah. How about you give it another kiss? So it won't hurt anymore."
Her fingers tightened dangerously around it.
"Whoa, baby. Careful! Be gentle."
"You want me to bite it again?"
The pain and pleasure mixing together almost made him come, but he controlled himself. He gave her a sexy smile. "Go ahead. Bite me all you want. I'm all yours."
