Page 13 of Daddy's Obsession

He puts his fingers to my lips and orders me to suck. Once his fingers are wet, he reaches between our bodies and presses against my clit. With every thrust, he rubs my sensitive nub until the pain of losing my virginity is replaced by pleasure. The orgasm that had abated as he claimed my virginity comes rushing back to the forefront. I feel like I’m going to fly apart; I cling to his arms, trying to keep myself grounded.

“That’s it, come for me. Come all over Daddy.”

He pistons in and out of me. My pussy clamps down on him and I explode into a million bright shiny pieces. I’m barely cognizant as Gage chases his own release. Every thrust drives me higher and higher until there is nothing left but white-hot ecstasy. Gage curses as he buries himself to the hilt. I feel his cock jerk inside me as he fills me with his release.

He lies heavily on top of me; I love the feeling of being completely surrounded by him. I wrap my arms around him and hold him close. I practically melt into a puddle of swoony goo when he starts peppering my neck and shoulder with sweet kisses. Rising to his elbows, he meets my gaze. His eyes show so much more than words. He looks at me like I’m the best thing in the world. I’m sure the sentiment is reflecting in my own eyes because I’m feeling something that suspiciously feels like love.

It’s insanity because we hardly know each other. He’s only been back in my life for two short days, but my seemingly unrequited crush has ballooned into so much more, quickly. My teenage self was half in love with him; my adult self seems to be all in. It takes effort to not voice my thoughts. I want to share everything with Gage. I want him to know me. The real me, not the girl the world knows. I want him to see beyond the pretty face.

Eventually, Gage rolls off of me. I instantly miss his warmth, but I don’t have to miss it for long because he pulls me into him until I’m practically lying on his chest. I snuggle closer as he runs his fingers up and down my back. It doesn’t take long before I’m asleep. I swear I hear Gage murmur ‘I love you’ as I give in to my exhaustion. But that can’t be, it’s too soon. It’s one thing for me to have fanciful thoughts of love, but Gage is a big strong man, he’s lived a hard life and has way more experience than I do. It won’t do for me to think he’s in love with me.

But he did say you’re his, my brain reminds me of all the times he’s gone a little caveman with his declarations. I stomp down that line of thinking. All of this could be temporary. He could get tired of me. Besides, what happens when the next model or actress or musician needs a bodyguard? He’ll be gone, and I’ll be left behind to my lonely life. I know, poor me, the rich supermodel who has the world at her feet. It sounds ridiculous, but I would give it all up in a heartbeat if it meant I could have a real life.

It makes me seriously consider what Gage has been saying about my doing things that make me happy and not what everyone else expects of me. Photography makes me happy. Being here with Gage makes me happy. I could easily live a normal, quiet life without any of the trappings that come with being famous. If I were a nobody, people like Steve Nelson wouldn’t be a problem…

8

Gage

Estella’s alarmwakes us at six. She’s doing a commercial for some kind of makeup or lotion or some other girly shit. She stretches in her sleep and rubs her soft body against me. My cock is hard as a rock even though I woke her twice in the night to take her again. I know her pussy has to be sore, but I’m a bastard and can’t get enough of her.

She rubs her ass against my cock and arches her back so she can encircle my neck with her arms. That’s enough of an invitation for me. I bite her shoulder and she moans. My princess likes a little pain with her pleasure. I’m happy to oblige. I lift her leg and pull it over mine, opening her up to me. My cock slides easily through the wetness from our mutual releases throughout the night. We should probably have a conversation about the fact that we haven’t used any protection and I know that she’s not on birth control. I get a fierce sense of possession at the idea of my little princess pregnant. I can imagine her body swelling with our child and I nearly come like an uncontrolled teenager.

I slowly enter her, doing my best to be gentle. Estella’s breathy moans as I make love to her are nearly my undoing. She pushes her ass back as I thrust and she cries out. I grip her hip and hold her still.

“Nuh-uh, slow. Gentle,” I scold.

She lets out a frustrated sound and I nip her ear.

“Please, Daddy. More. I want it. Don’t hold back.”

I groan as she begs me to fuck her, the dirty word easily falling from her lips. I know I told her cursing was a no-no but hearing her beg for me to fuck her makes me revise that thought. There is nothing hotter than my innocent princess begging for my cock.

“As you wish, princess.”

I flip her to her hands and knees and plunge back into her, bottoming out on every thrust. Her pussy is tight as a fist in this position, seriously testing my control. Estella falls to her elbows, tilting her ass higher, tempting me. I lightly spank her and again she begs for more. My next hit echoes in the room and she moans, her pussy clenching around me. Dirty girl. I spank her until her ass is a rosy red and she’s looking over her shoulder with tears in her eyes.

I don’t stop spanking as I fuck her, not until she’s begging me to stop. I ignore her pleas. Her ass is a bright red when I’m done. Her eyes are glazed over and even if she wasn’t dripping wet I would know she loved every second of it. I rub her heated cheeks and she moans, pushing back against me. Just yesterday she was an innocent virgin. Today she is a wanton begging for more. I’m a lucky man.

I spread her cheeks exposing her virgin asshole. I circle the tight ring and Estella tenses. “One day I’m going to take you here. I’ll own every part of your body.”

I slick my finger through her pussy, then slowly push past her tight ring. Even though she’s shying away from my prodding finger, her inner muscles ripple around my cock. I move my finger in tandem as I fuck her. Without warning, Estella screams her release, taking me over the edge with her in an almost violent orgasm. My cock slips from her tight sheath and I instantly want to dive back in. I can’t get enough of her, but she has to get up and get ready.

“Go take a shower, princess. I’ll order you some breakfast.”

“We could skip breakfast and you could join me in the shower.”

I shake my head with a smile. “If I get in that shower with you, you’ll never get to the set in time.”

I laugh when she sighs and her bottom lip pushes out in a pout. “I wish I could play hooky again today.”

“Me too, but you have responsibilities. Now get,” I say, giving her a little push and a slap to her still-pink ass. She giggles and walks to the bathroom with an exaggerated sway to her hips. Tease.

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The commercial takeshours to film. The other actress they hired showed up strung out and hungover. She could hardly stand up straight, let alone remember her lines. With about a gallon of coffee, she sobered up enough to passably make it through her lines. The whole time she was a complete bitch and talked down to Estella like she was nothing because she is ‘just a model’—her words, not mine. If it weren’t for the fact that I’d never hit a woman, I would have punched her in the face for her comments. As it was, Estella just ignored them like it was nothing. No matter how ugly the woman got, she kept her cool and didn’t rise to the bait.

We’re in the dressing room after the shoot when my phone rings. Rodney’s name flashes on my screen and I know without a doubt it has to do with the Nelson situation. He’s been digging for information on the bastard since I got the call from Andrew.

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