Page 16 of Landlord Daddy's Girl

His smile makes my legs weak and my heart quiver. The hunger in his eyes makes my heart swell. He seems to be looking at me like I’m his possession now. Like he’s claimed me as his own. My pussy is dripping wet, and the way he’s looking at me makes the heat between my thighs burn even hotter as he starts to pump his cock into me again. Every thrust sends currents of electricity shooting through me. When Slater grabs my hair and yanks my head back hard, I cry out.

“Fuck, yes, Daddy,” I cry out.

Gripping my hair with one hand, Slater smacks my ass as he fucks me with a crazed energy that sends my juices spilling down my thighs. This is like everything I’ve ever wanted. It’s everything that’s ever turned me on. Only, it’s so much better than I ever thought it could be. Never in my life did I really ever believe I’d get the chance to have sex with Slater Kirkland. It was a silly girlhood crush I thought would always go unrequited. Butfeeling him pounding himself deep into me, fulfilling every filthy little fantasy I’ve ever had, has my head spinning wildly and my heart jumping into my throat. It’s everything I’ve always wanted. And more.

The sharp crack of his hand slapping my ass fills my ears a moment before I feel the sting of it. And when it does, I draw in a sharp breath and grit my teeth. But the sheer rapture of it overwhelms the pain once more and makes me shudder. With my head still pulled back, I cry out as I come so hard, I feel like I can’t breathe. My legs are shaking so hard, I fear they’re going to give out beneath me, but Slater holds me up. The orgasm tearing through me is so intense, I’m half-afraid my heart is going to give out. But it feels so incredible; I’d call it a fair trade.

Slater lets out a strained moan, and when I turn my head, I see him pull his cock out of me and erupt, shooting thick, white ropes of come all over my ass. It’s a sight that sends another quake through my intimate parts and makes me smile. Seeing his spent seed coating my pale flesh is filthy and is such a turn-on that if I weren’t sore from my first experience with his big cock, I’d beg him to go again.

Both of us are out of breath but smiling. I stand up and turn to him, allowing Slater to take me into his arms and pull me to him. I feel the fabric of my sundress sticking to his jizz on my ass and giggle, feeling every bit like the dirty little girl I enjoy being with him. Slater looks down and kisses me gently.

“That was intense,” he says.

“That was incredible.”

He pauses, and we’re both quiet for a long minute, just standing there, gazing into each other’s eyes. As we do, I see a shadow crossing his face, and his smile falters slightly.

“This is going to be complicated, isn’t it?” he asks.

“Only if we make it complicated,” I reply. “So, I say we don’t.”

“That has my vote.”

He smiles again but can’t quite hide the glimmer of doubt in his eyes.

9

SLATER

It’s been a good night at the bar overall, and I’ve been in a good mood. Of course, that probably has something to do with the memories of the last few days I’ve spent with Sierra flashing through my mind. The sex with her has been amazing. Mind-blowing. But it’s more than that.

The more time we spend together, the more I want to spend with her. The more I learn about her, the more I want to learn about her. Sierra is unlike anybody I’ve ever met before. She’s simply intoxicating. She’s like a drug, and I can’t get enough of the high she gives me. And like any good drug, she leaves me wanting another hit.

“Hey, Slater, two more over here?”

A young guy I recognize from my social media page is leaning against the bar, trying to flag me down. I give him a nod and start to work on his drinks. As I do, I see Sierra come through the door. Our eyes meet, and she gives me a wide, warm smile that not just puts a jolt through my heart but tightens my balls as well. She looks so innocent and demure, and for the most part,she is. But behind closed doors, she’s an absolute filthy little girl. It’s fucking hot. What makes it even hotter is that I know that side of her is for me and me alone. That side of her is mine. She’s mine.

She sits down at the bar and offers me a flirty little smile. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I reply. “Where’s Moni?”

“Not sure. Probably out with some guy.”

I nod. “Thought you had a paper to write tonight?”

“I seem to recall you inviting me to hang out for a bit.”

“What about your paper?”

“What can I say? You’re a terrible influence, and I’m probably going to flunk out of school because of you,” she says with a giggle.

I frown at her. When we started doing whatever it is we’re doing, I told her the last thing I wanted to do was get in the way of her schoolwork. I know how seriously she takes her education. It’s something I admire about her, and I don’t want to be the reason she starts slacking off. As if she’s reading my thoughts, she laughs.

“Relax,” she says. “I finished my paper. It’s why I’m here so late.”

“Ahh, good. A celebratory drink then.”

“A celebratory drink.”

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