Page 28 of Landlord Daddy's Girl

There’s a softness to her that I’m not used to when we have sex. Sierra likes it hard and rough. But today, she’s moving slowly and sensually. Her languid movements and eye contact take our coupling to an even greater layer of intensity than we’ve experienced before. My body is shaking, and my cock is already throbbing. The feeling of sliding along the warm, wet walls of her tight little pussy is incredible and is pushing me toward the brink already.

Sierra’s nails dig into my chest, and her body clenches up around me as she sinks onto my cock, taking me as deep as she can. She bites her bottom lip and throws her head back, writhing wildly on top of me as she cries out. Her pussy pulses around my cock as she comes. The sight of her orgasming on top of me is intoxicating. Mesmerizing. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life.

As her orgasm ebbs, she leans forward. Her thick hair brushes my chest, and she kisses me with a tenderness that’s both sweet and erotic at the same time. Her green eyes sparkle as she keeps her eyes on mine. At the same time, Sierra keeps rolling her hips, riding me with a hypnotic and seductive rhythm, pumping herself up and down on my staff, her pussy gripping me tighter than her fist. My balls tighten, and I feel my dick swell as I reach the pinnacle.

Sierra leans down, and I shudder as her full lips brush my ear. “Come for me, Daddy.”

And with that, I explode. My cock pulses and throbs as I fill her with my warm, sticky seed. Sierra sits up and turns her face upward, her eyes closed, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she moans, the sensation of me spurting inside of her, touching off another orgasm of her own.

I grip her hips, clinging to her tightly as she milks the last of my seed out of me. And when I’m drained, she slumps forward, resting her head on my chest. We lie together in complete but satisfied silence for several long minutes, waiting for our breathing and hearts to slow. I wrap my arms around her and hold Sierra’s warm, soft body close to mine. The sensation of her body pressed to mine is one I know I’ll never get tired of and something I want to feel every single night. This is heaven to me.

“Thank you for forgiving me,” I say.

She sits up again and kisses me lightly. Her green eyes are dazzling and glitter in the soft lighting of her room, and the smile that touches her lips is enough to melt my heart. In the bars I’ve worked at, I’ve heard some kids talking about somebody being their “end game.” It’s only now, at this moment, that I fully understand what they mean.

“I love you, Sierra Kelly. I love you with everything in me,” I say.

Her eyes shimmer, seeming to fill with tears as she looks at me. “I love you too, Slater Kirkland. With everything in me.”

Sierra is mine. She is my end game. And I will do everything in my power to make sure she not just knows but feels that every single day for the rest of her life.

16

SIERRA

Sitting at the desk in my dorm room, I sing along with the song playing as I work on my paper. It’s a dry, boring paper, but I’m in an exceptionally good mood, so I don’t mind. Things with Slater have been amazing these past few weeks, and we’ve grown even closer than before. The couple of calls I made to my brother have gone unanswered. It hurts, of course, but like Slater said, it is Derek’s loss. I’m just trying to find a way to cope with it.

As I finish the last paragraph on my paper, I smile. Slater told me he’d take me somewhere special tonight if I finished my paper. I type out a quick text, telling him I finished, so I expect something amazing tonight. Smiling to myself as I hit send. I stand up, stretch my back, and walk around the dorm room, trying to get some blood flowing into my body again. As I do, a knock sounds at the door. My heart jumps into my throat, and I giggle, thinking it’s Slater on the other side of the door. I’m not expecting him, but maybe he wanted to surprise me.

Bounding over the clothes on the floor, I throw the door open and pause, the excitement crackling inside of me quickly fizzlingout. The smile slides off my face like melting ice cream, and I fold my arms over my chest.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

“Nice to see you too, sis.”

“It’s been weeks. And you haven’t returned any of my calls or texts. Am I supposed to be turning somersaults now that you’re finally at my door?”

“I don’t expect anything,” he says. “I was just hoping we could talk.”

“You made it pretty clear the last time we spoke there wasn’t much to talk about,” I reply. “You even hired somebody else to cat-sit for you.”

He sighs. “Can I come in?”

Gritting my teeth, I somehow manage to keep from rolling my eyes and stand aside, letting him into my dorm room and praising myself for my self-restraint. He walks in and looks around with a look of distaste on his face. My brother is something of a neat freak, so seeing the general disarray of my room is clearly off-putting to him. Not that I care right now.

He perches on the edge of the chair I just vacated and looks at me, clearly waiting for me to sit down. This time, I don’t bother trying to keep from sighing as I sit down on my bed and fix my brother with a dead-eyed stare. His expression and tone make it seem like he’s trying to extend an olive branch, and I suppose I should be glad for that. I miss my brother. This is the longest we’ve gone without speaking. But I’m still really pissed about the way he treated me.

“So? What is there to talk about, Derek?”

His expression is somewhat abashed, and I can see the light of regret on his face. Derek clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair.

“I’ve done a lot of thinking about it all, and I want to apologize to you, Sierra,” he says. “The way I reacted to what happened, it was wrong. I know you’re a grown woman. You’re an intelligent and sensible woman. I know you’re capable of making your own decisions. And I certainly have no right to tell you who you can and can’t be with. I’m sorry for blowing up on you. It was just … surprising to find you with Slater.”

As much as I want to light him up and scream all the things I didn’t say the last time we were in the same room, his apology sounds sincere, and it takes the wind out of my sails. It takes the heat out of my anger. I’ve always had a hard time staying mad at Derek, and on those rare occasions when he’s offered an apology, it’s even harder.

“I appreciate you saying that,” I tell him. “And I’m sorry for going off on you like I did.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for, sis. I acted like an idiot. You were right to get mad at me,” he replies. “And I’m also sorry for the things I said?—”

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