Page 12 of Landlord Daddy's Girl

Sliding my hand down between my legs, I stroke myself through my panties and sigh as feelings of desire and lust wash through me. I’ve never had sex before and find myself wondering if Slater would be more turned on or turned off by that. Not that I’m judging how other women view sex or what they do, but for me, I just haven’t found somebody I want to have sex with. I’m definitely not a prude and have a high sexual motor, but my body is a prize, and my sexuality is something I value. And I’m not going to throw myself at a guy just to get his attention. I’m worth more than that. It’s why I’ve had to learn how to get myself off.

Slipping my hand into my panties, I strum my clit with my fingers, imagining they’re Slater’s. I picture him kissing me as his one hand roams my body and he plays with my button with the other. Biting my bottom lip, I stifle a cry as pleasure ripples through me. As I slide two fingers into my slippery wet pussy, I squeeze my eyes shut and press the back of my head into my pillow. As I pump my fingers, I picture Slater bending me over and pounding me hard from behind. He yanks my hair and slapsmy ass as he fucks me, and I groan loud as I imagine having his thick, rigid tool seep inside of me.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I whisper.

My body tingles and my skin feels like it’s on fire as I imagine him sitting me down on the counter, spreading my thighs, and plunging into me. Slater’s big, toned body engulfs mine as he pulls me to him and presses his mouth to mine. I feel like such a little girl next to him, which feeds into my dark, dirty fantasy—a fantasy I’ve had about him for years now. Our tongues lash one another as he pounds himself into me. My cries echo through my mind as I finger myself as hard as I picture him fucking me.

I honestly don’t know where this dirty streak in me came from. Perhaps it’s something in the porn I’ve watched, or maybe it’s just natural, I don’t know. But for years now, I’ve wanted to be Slater’s dirty little girl. I’ve wanted him to take my innocence. I’ve wanted him to be rough with me. I’ve pictured him picking me up and tossing me around the room, treating me roughly and giving it to me even rougher. I want him to pull my hair and spank my ass. I want to look into his eyes as he chokes me while he fucks me. And while he’s doing all of that, I want him to call me his dirty little girl.

It’s a dark side of me I’ve never even talked to Moni about, mostly because I’m embarrassed. But that’s what I want with Slater. It’s what I’ve always wanted and now that we’re back in each other’s orbits, older now, I want it even more.

“Oh, God. Yes, Daddy. Yes, baby.”

Rolling over onto my hands and knees, I reach between my legs and bury my fingers into my pussy again. I imagine Slater behind me, one hand yanking my hair, the other playing with myass as he fucks me. I just want him to use me. The most pleasure he can give me is by treating me like his filthy little fucktoy.

“Oh, fuck. Yes, Daddy.”

My voice is breathy, and I’m feeling lightheaded as I work furiously, my fingers plunging into me over and over again. My eyes squeezed tight, I cling to the fantasy playing in my mind. He’s behind me, his hand wrapped around my throat, gripping me tight as he drives that beautifully thick cock into me.

“Slater, yes, Daddy. Just like that,” I gasp.

I drive my fingers as deep as I can and hold them there as a long, shuddering cry echoes around the room. My pussy pulses and throbs around my fingers as I come, and all of a sudden, it feels like I can’t breathe. My entire body shakes, and I moan Slater’s name as I collapse onto my belly, my fingers glistening with my juices and a feeling like fire flowing through my veins, gripping me.

It takes several minutes of lying there without moving before my heart slows, and I feel like I can breathe again. A shaky smile crosses my lips, and I roll over onto my back. My need to get off is sated for the moment, but I’m far from satisfied. There’s only one thing that’s truly going to satisfy me. As sleep comes to claim me and I drift away to the sound of the ocean outside the windows, one question floats through my mind…

Will I have the courage and strength to go after what I truly want?

7

SLATER

“All right, I think I’m done here,” I tell her.

“I’m sure Derek will be happy to hear that.”

“The water pressure should be good; hopefully, the water will stay warmer longer.”

“I am very happy to hear that.”

I laugh softly. “Yeah, sorry about that. For all his skill with a wrench, my dad wasn’t the best when it came to plumbing,” I tell her. “I’m still learning as I go.”

Sierra waves me off. “It’s not a big deal. My brother probably should have mentioned it to you long before now.”

I shrug. “If he had, we might not have run into each other again.”

She blushes and looks away. It takes me a minute to figure out why she’s looking so embarrassed when I realize it’s because our “running into each other again” consisted of me barging in on her naked and fresh out of the shower. It’s a memory that sends a tingle through my body that makes my balls tighten. I have tobite the inside of my cheek to keep from getting a hard-on as the sight of that gloriously naked body flashes through my mind.

Not getting hard in front of her isn’t easy, though. Sierra is wearing a short sundress that hugs her in all the right places and accentuates her curves in the most enticing ways. I know I shouldn’t be looking at her the way I am—she’s my best friend’s kid sister, for fuck’s sake. But she is absolutely fucking gorgeous. Breathtakingly gorgeous. In that sundress, she’s fucking ethereal. And if I didn’t know better, I’d say she wore it just to flaunt herself in front of me. Not that I mind if she is. She’s fucking exquisite to look at.

Sierra follows me into the kitchen and jumps up on the counter, watching me closely as I wash my hands. As I’m drying them off, Monty leaps gracefully onto the counter and meows at me. Giving him a scratch behind the ears, I reach for what he really wants—treats. Pulling a couple of the tiny morsels from the dish Derek keeps them in, I set them down and let the big cat go to town. When I turn back to Sierra, she’s looking at me with an inscrutable expression.

She’s silent for a long moment and seems to be struggling to find the words she wants to say. Like an involuntary reflex, my eyes travel her body, taking in the swell of her full breasts pressing against the top of her dress and legs, longer than you’d expect for a girl her size, that disappear beneath the hem of the skirt. Her skin is the color of alabaster and looks supple, and all I can think about is running my hands along those shapely thighs and feeling the heat between her legs.

Giving myself a small and subtle shake, I raise my eyes to hers. Sierra has still said nothing and simply continues to look at me.

“What?” I finally ask.

“I just … I wanted to thank you again for stepping in with that guy at the bar the other night. I appreciate you putting yourself in danger for me,” she said.

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