“Fuck.”
Shutting off the water, I barely dry my body before dropping into bed, more frustrated than when I woke up this morning with a raging hard-on painful enough that I’d have preferred being shot.
All I can think about is fucking Ellie. It’s becoming an addiction, and I don’t know if I can let it go. I don’t know if I want to.
Drifting off with thoughts of the girl downstairs playing in my mind, my hand wanders back down to my hardening dick and strokes until I fall into semi-slumber.
Awakened, I notice a shift in the air as the door opens and closes quietly.
She’s here again.
Her faint sniffling alerts me to her distress, and before she makes it to the bed, I pull the covers back for her. I don’t think she notices until she tries to push it down. I remain still and quiet until she settles on the edge of the bed again.
She doesn’t get the chance to tug the blanket over her body before I cradle her back into my chest. “Why are you crying?” Nuzzling my nose into her throat, I kiss the exposed flesh, noticing the goosebumps as they appear.
“I have nightmares sometimes,” she whispers, lightly touching my chest as she turns into me.
Rolling over the top of her, I hear her suck in a breath as my leaking cock brushes against her thigh, seeking out her cunt. She’s only in a t-shirt and panties tonight–last night, she had on shorts–making it impossible for me to resist.
“About what?” It’s fifty-fifty whether I get the truth or not.
“My father.” Her legs widen for me, and my dick settles against her core. Immediately, I feel her getting wet for me. Thank fuck.
“Can Daddy make you forget about it?” She whimpers at my use of the parental name.
“Daddy?” My dick jumps, and my heart skips a beat.
“Yeah, sweetheart, Daddy.” I draw back, barely able to make out her eyes, but I can feel the way her body buzzes, and I know she likes it. “From the minute you opened that damn door, I’ve wanted to take care of you. To be the dominant man in your life. I knew you’d need a firm hand, and I plan on giving you everything you want now.”
“Okay.” Her soft agreement makes my dick throb.
Christ, is she real? Giving me what I’ve always wanted?
“Tell Daddy how far you’ve gone with a boy before?” I deliberately don’t say man because I refuse to believe she’s been with one.
Her fingers scratch at my chest, and her eyes lower as she answers me nervously, “I haven’t done anything.”
“Kissing?” Her head shakes. “Petting, touching?” Her teeth nibble her lip as our eyes meet briefly. “Completely pure?” I hope she recognizes the gratitude in my tone because I’m filled with it. I’ve never had a virgin before. Never met anyone completely untouched. And here she is, the perfect canvas for me to teach my artistry.
“Oh, sweetheart, Daddy is going to have so much fun teaching you the art of erotic pleasure.”
“You’re not mad?”
“God, no. This is a gift. I swear I’ll spend my entire life treasuring you.”
She fucking purrs at my words as her thighs lift, inviting me further into her without a word. The woman may be untouched, but her body is fully aware of what to do.
“I’m going to kiss you.” I trace her plump lips with a finger. “I want you to open for me just a little, and when my tongue touches yours, move with me, okay?” She gives an eager nod as I lean down.
Savoring the feeling of our first touch, I groan deeply, the sound vibrating between us, and she sighs, her enjoyment obvious. Applying more pressure, I breathe rapidly into the kiss, unable to hide or quell my excitement as our lips push deeper for more intimacy.
“Like that?” Her breathless question makes me want to dive between her legs and show her true pleasure.
“Yeah, sweetheart, exactly like that and any way you enjoy. Nothing is ever wrong that we want to do together, okay?” She simply nods. I speak with a firmer tone. “I need the words, Ellie.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I nearly come at the word leaving her mouth. I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear her say it.
“When we’re in the bedroom, that’s what you always call me. Got it?” I’m barely hanging on by a thread now.