Page 17 of Wedding Daddy

“Call me Daddy,” he growled as he peeled her dress down her body until it was on the floor at her feet.

She stepped away from it and looked up at him, dressed in nothing but her underwear. The look on his face made her pussy throb and gush with liquid heat. His eyes were dark with arousal, his lips fixed in a stern line that she imagined would have some people quaking in their knees. It had her quaking in her knees, but not with fear.

“You shouldn’t have left me at the airport,” he said softly, and it took her a few seconds to remember what she’d done. How could he still be talking about that when she was half naked in front of him, his cock so hard it formed a tent that stood between them. “I should be punishing you, not making you feel good. You don’t deserve to be kissed like this. To take my cock in your mouth like I know you want to…”

Her mouth went dry, and she licked her lips hungrily. “You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed. “You want this as much as I do.”

“No, I want it more. But I’ve had a lot of experience denying myself momentary pleasures for greater rewards, and watchingyou beg for this cock sounds way better than anything I can think of right now.”

“Have you ever considered the possibility that I could wait you out?” she asked, knowing he didn’t buy it for a moment. But she knew how important it was to retain some semblance of control. She couldn’t have him thinking she was completely at his mercy, or an already long night would be even longer. “Maybe I no longer want to fuck you…”

He grabbed her by her hips, pressing his body against hers until her back hit the wall, and there was nowhere to escape to as she felt his thick, hot erection press against her stomach. Her legs turned to jelly, and she almost buckled. His cock was so hard and hot that she nearly believed he truly wanted this more than she did.

“Why punish us both when we can let the past be the past and take from each other what we want?” she said breathlessly. Surely, she could make him see reason. Make him come to his senses before she completely lost hers.

He shook his head. “I think I’ll enjoy watching you beg a whole lot more. First, I’m going to take off everything else you are wearing and then lay you down on that bed and feast on that pretty pussy of yours like I’ve wanted to ever since I got to know how wet you get. Then I’m going to fuck you again, and again, and again…”

Jill shuddered as his voice painted a picture her imagination could barely keep up with. Her juices coated her cunt lips even more, and her breasts swelled until they pressed achingly against the confines of her bra, nipples hard and desperately in need of some attention.

“Not sure what I’ll be begging for if that is your plan for me,” she sneered, gathering enough bravado to mount one final defense.

“Oh, I forgot to mention, you don’t come until I say you can,” he whispered, and she almost cried out in protest. “It doesn’t matter how hard I fuck you or how long I sit between your legs, licking and sucking on that sweet pussy, you’re not to orgasm. I don’t care how good my dick will feel sliding in and out of you and how much you’ll want to when my tongue is licking on that clit. If I don’t give you permission to come, you don’t come.”

“Fuck that. Why the fuck would I do that?” she hissed, shaking her head and placing her hand on his chest to push him away.

Big mistake when her palms made contact with a solid wall of muscle. He was ridiculously fit for someone with a daughter a few years older than her. His eyes flashed with fury, and she remembered what he’d said about good girls and cursing.

“Because I want you to,” he said, leaning down so their faces were only inches apart. “Because you owe me from this morning when you ran away from me. Because you’re my little girl, and that means you do what I say. You want to make me happy, don’t you?”

She was nodding before she knew it, her pussy flaming with arousal as she was hit with the dominance in his gaze. Then he said, “That’s my girl,” and she shuddered, moisture gushing insidiously from her pussy, preparing her for what was to come. His hands went to his shirt, and she held her breath as he unbuttoned it.

“Get naked, baby girl,” he said, and she reached behind her, fumbling to get to the hook of her bra. She was shaking too much to get a handle on it, and he was kicking his pants off when she finally managed to get it off. “Look at those beautiful babies,” he drawled in a voice that dripped with seduction.

Blood flushed through her body, sending goose bumps up and down her skin as she looked up to see his eyes blaze with lust and carnal desire. Her gaze dipped farther to the bulge inhis crotch, and her throat went dry. His words made her pussy clench fiercely with need, and she decided then and there that she was going to give what he wanted and beg like her life depended on it. It could very well be with the way she was feeling.

She gasped when he picked her up and carried her straight to bed, his gaze dark and determined as he walked with her in his arms. After laying her down on the bed, he got in next to her and propped his head up with one hand while the other pressed against her abdomen.

“I imagined this at the airport, you know,” he said in a soft voice. “You naked in bed with me… The things I was going to do to you. You have no idea how disappointed I was when I came out, and you were gone.” He cupped her breasts, fingers tugging and pulling on her nipple until she moaned out loud and closed her legs tightly, hoping to ease the tension between her thighs just a little.

“Legs wide, baby. Only I get to make you feel good tonight,” he whispered, shifting so he was in between her and keeping her legs as wide as possible. Now both hands were cupping her breasts, tweaking and pulling on her nipples.

She gasped and whimpered at the same time, his touch sending shards of pleasure striking right at her core. Those little fiery pinches of pain carried with them enough pleasure that she felt like she was going to explode from the sensations. So this was her punishment. To be made to feel pleasure so intense it bordered on torture. She watched his head begin to go down toward her breasts and knew if he reached his target, it would ruin any chance of following his instructions.

“I don’t need foreplay.” She gasped, cheeks turning red when he stopped and looked at her. “I’m so fucking wet I don’t need you to kiss me and touch me all over. You can just go right to fucking me… Please, just fuck me…” She sounded desperate anddidn’t care. “I swear I won’t mind. I know how you men like to get straight to business.”

His gaze flashed with fury, and she cried out as he twisted her nipple hard enough to hurt. And even with the pain, the thread of pleasure stayed constant. So much so that she almost asked him to do it again.

“That should be the last time you compare me to anyone else you’ve been with,” he growled. “And I’m not doing this for you.” He lowered his head, then stroked his tongue across one nipple slowly. She bit her lower lip to stop from moaning. “You’ll understand if you knew how good you tasted. Makes me wonder how much sweeter you’ll taste when I start eating your pussy.”

Her hips bucked, and a spastic shudder took over her body. His hand slid between their bodies, and she shook as it made its way down, not stopping until it met the thick juice that coated her pussy and dribbled down her thighs. He hissed, and she moaned, her legs falling open to invite him deeper.

“Fuck me,” he growled. “I knew you were going to be fucking wet, but this… Now, all I can think of is tasting you, licking every drop of juice soaking your fucking pussy.”

“What the fuck are you waiting for, then?” she hissed back at him.

“Don’t be a brat,” he snapped, raising his hand and bringing it down on the inside of her thigh. Jill yelled out in pain. “I told you, good girls don’t talk like that.”

“I’m sorry,” she cried out.

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