Page 16 of Wedding Daddy

“See, you want this too. Come on, I came here to have a blast, and even though it’s a little fucked up, you’re the one I want to do that with. Even if it’s just for a little while. Besides, don't you want to punish me for running away earlier? I have been a bad girl...”

“Jill...” he warned, his tone menacing and scolding. It turned the heat of arousal into a fiery flame.

“I know you want me,” she said. “I can see it in your eyes. Just because we stayed away from each other doesn’t mean I haven’t spent the whole night thinking of fucking you, and Iknow you feel the same way too. Don’t think I miss the way you’ve been devouring me all night with those eyes or how jealous you got when I danced with those guys.”

He raised a brow. “Jealous?”

“Don’t try to deny it. I know you were. Don't tell me you’re scared now.”

He looks amused. “And exactly what is it I have to be scared of?”

“I don’t know. You’re kind of old. Maybe you’re scared you won’t be able to keep up with me.”

“I know what you’re doing.”

“Doesn’t matter if it still works.” The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Jill stepped out and stood in the doorway with one leg still in the elevator. “Come on, what are you waiting for?”

"For you to come to your senses.”

“That’s not going to happen. I’ve made up my mind about this, and I’m not changing it, so what do I need to do to get you to stop fighting this? Do you want me to beg? Because I’ll beg. I’ll drop to my knees right now and...”

“Jill...”

“Suck your cock like you want me to.”

“Fuck me,” he muttered, and she could see his defenses start to crumble.

“One night,” she continued. “That’s all I’m asking for. One night and I promise I’ll be your good little girl.”

“You need to stop talking like that or...”

"Or what?” she countered. “What are you going to do? Punish me for being a bad girl, Daddy?”

“That’s it,” he hissed as he stepped out of the elevator and grabbed her hands. He wasted no time, pushing her against the wall, he pressed his lips against hers.

Jill’s hand instinctively went to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his shirt as his kiss sent heat sizzling down herspine. His lips were unrelenting in their onslaught, almost cruel in the way he gave her no chance to recover or find an answer. Big hands held her face still as his tongue went to work in her mouth.

She was helpless to do anything but moan and whimper as he gorged himself on her, lips and tongue stroking along her senses and sending her pussy spilling liquid heat in a rush. She arched into him, surrendering to the feelings, giving herself over to him. She would do anything he wanted her to do now. Was ready to get fucked right then and there…

He pulled back, and Jill cried out in protest. She would have gone after him and dragged his head back so he could continue kissing her, but the look in his eyes stopped her. It was hard to tell if he was aroused or angry. Not that it mattered since it just fueled her desire more, and she felt a rush of wetness coat her already soaked panties.

“Just remember you asked for this,” he said, breathing hard as he looked at her.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time if all you’re going to do is stand out here talking about it,” she countered. Jill had no idea where she found this boldness. “So are you going to fuck me or not.”

There was a shift in his expression, the frustration in his eyes shifting so smoothly she barely had a chance to brace herself before she was hit with a look of desire so potent it made her knees buckle. “Good girls don’t talk like that,” he said, his voice low and smooth as it poured across her skin. “Do I need to teach you how good girls behave?”

“No... Yes...” she stammered. “I don’t know.”

“Come here,” he said, taking her hand and leading her down the corridor. “The first rule of being a good girl is knowing that you’re mine to do with as I please. That means you do what I tell you to, how I tell you to, and when I tell you to.” He got to hisdoor and threw it open, stepping in and stopping in the doorway. “Do you understand?”

Jill hesitated for a moment in the doorway. Then she stepped into his room. “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my princess,” he said.

As the door closed behind her, she wondered what she’d gotten into. There was no more time to think because he was pushing her against the door and kissing her until she lost her breath. Drawing the zipper of her dress down, he slid it over her shoulder, and she heard his breath catch as her breasts were uncovered.

“Mr. Holt…” she whispered, fighting to catch her breath as sensations of pleasure whipped through her body with an intensity she had no experience dealing with.

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