Page 15 of Landlord Daddy's Girl

“Do you want me?”

“I think that’s obvious,” he replies. “But your brother?—”

“Forget about Derek. He doesn’t get a vote here. And if he truly cares about us, all he’s going to want is for us to be happy,” I tell him. “But all that matters is how you feel about me. Because I know how I feel about you.”

I almost add that I’ve been in love with him since I was sixteen years old, but I decide to bite that off. Not only would that declaration be a little much right now, but it would likely remind him that I truly was just a kid. And I’m trying to get him to see beyond that. Slater’s face is hard, and for a moment, he remains firm and unconvinced in his belief that doing anything with me would betray his friendship with my brother.

But then something in his expression changes. It grows softer. Yet, in his eyes, I see the same fire burning inside me. He crosses the room and pushes me up against the door. His mouth crashes against mine with such force, it takes my breath away. His tongue lashes mine, and his hands roam my body as we seem to be picking up where we left off in the kitchen. He slides his hands up my thighs, slips them under my skirt, and then pulls back, a sensual little smile playing across his lips as his icy blue eyes lock with mine.

“No panties?” he asks, his voice husky.

“They were so wet, they were uncomfortable.”

“Fair enough.”

He kisses me again, sliding his tongue deep into my mouth. The heat and passion are consuming me, making me lightheaded, but my body feels like a live wire. Reaching down, I help Slater unbuckle his belt and slide his pants down. I grab hold of his dick and squeeze it as hard as I can. It’s so much bigger andthicker than I expected, and I suddenly worry it will hurt when he slides it into me. Although, I’m not so afraid that I’m not going to do it. The yearning to have him inside of me has been building far too long for me to chicken out.

As Slater picks me up, I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back. His hands slide under my ass, holding me in place as he wiggles his hips, and I gasp when I feel the head of his long, thick cock pressing against my center. He looks into my eyes, his expression sober.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“More than sure.”

A smile that gets me even wetter than I already am stretches his bow-shaped lips, and Slater kisses me again as he rolls his hips forward, slowly piercing my virgin core. He swallows my gasp and holds onto me tightly as a sharp pinch of pain grips me. Slater holds me up against the door as if I weigh nothing at all, giving me time to adjust to having him inside of me. He’s so thick and long, and the way he stretches me open is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. The pain seems to heighten the rush of pleasure that flows through me.

“You okay?” he asks.

Biting my bottom lip, I nod. “Y-yeah. I’m good.”

He flashes me a wolfish smile that sends a powerful charge coursing through me. The pain ebbs and is replaced by a rush of strong endorphins, leaving me feeling giddy. Slater slowly starts to pump his hips, the feeling of him sliding along my slippery inner walls sending waves of fire washing through me.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I throw my head back and cry out, unable to contain myself. It just feels too incredible. Better than I ever thought it could. And definitely far better than anything I’ve ever done for myself.

“Oh God,” I gasp. “That’s so good.”

A low, gruff chuckle passes Slater’s lips, and when I open my eyes again, I see him staring straight at me, the heat in his eyes melting me. He uses his body to keep me pressed to the door and starts to slam himself into me harder and faster, touching off explosions of ecstasy as he drives himself into me.

“You like that, little girl?” he grunts.

“Yes, Daddy. I love that.”

He fucks me harder, driving himself deeper into me than I thought he could go. I feel a slight pinch of pain with every thrust, but it’s quickly wiped away by an overwhelming wave of the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. Beads of sweat dot his brow as he pounds himself into me, and the veins standing out on his neck tell me he’s straining—not from holding me up. He’s trying to keep from coming.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby girl,” he says, his voice a low, deep rumble. “You feel so fucking good. Too good. I need to slow down?—”

Gripping his shoulders, I tighten my inner muscles, and Slater lets out a long, lusty cry as he loses his rhythm. I giggle as he gives me a look and sets me down.

“I’m not ready to come yet, little girl,” he says.

“Tell me what you want, Daddy.”

That wolfish grin crosses his lips again, and rather than answer me, he turns me around and bends me over. Slater slaps my ass so hard, I know there’s a bright red handprint on my cheek, and though I squeal, I bite my bottom lip as pleasure pulses through me. Putting my hands on the door to brace myself, I look over my shoulder, watching as Slater steps up and, without warning, drives that incredible cock into me again. A gasp bursts from my mouth as he fills me up, and I wince as a ripple of pain shoots through my body. Just as fast, the bliss I feel having him inside of me comes rushing in once more.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I tell him. “Give it to your little girl.”

“You are a filthy little girl, aren’t you?”

“Only for you, Daddy.”

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