Page 121 of Daddy, Sir

It was especially galling that her mother had warned her, and she’d blown it off. Of course, she’d never do something so unsafe—except, apparently, when she was overcome with lust. Thank goodness Ollie was responsible, because Jamie wasn’t even currently on birth control.

Before she could berate herself too badly, she felt the tip of his cock pressing between her folds. He circled her clit with the head, and she moaned and spread herself wider for more friction. It was just another kind of teasing, bringing her close without the payoff, but it didn’t last too long.

He centered himself at her entrance and began to work his way into her. The slowness was probably to build anticipation. She was too wet and ready to need much effort, and after a couple shallow thrusts to test, her Daddy began to give her what she needed: a hard, rough fucking.

He gripped her hips, held her in place, and slammed home with a long thrust that took her breath away. It feltsogood. There was a stretching, a burning from the sudden deepness, but she loved it.

He began to snap his hips, setting a pace that left her clawing at the sheets and making sounds that were barely human. With her back arched and her face buried in her arms, she rocked back to match his thrusts, pushing back to take every inch of him.

Time seemed to freeze. The world retreated. There was just Jamie, her Daddy, and a series of sensations that threatened to overload her mind.

Her ass throbbed, and every time he thrust into her, it seemed to refresh the burn.

She heard rough, harsh breathing, and realized some of it was hers. It almost drowned out the thundering of her pulse in her ears.

And there was a tightening, a coiling, low inside as she climbed closer to her peak. She was terrified that he’d pull the orgasm away before she reached it, and she was so close.

“Please, Daddy. Please, don’t stop.Yesyesyes. Oh my God, just like that…” She was barely aware of what she was saying, it was just a random stream of consciousness that poured out of her mouth as she worked desperately for that orgasm.

And then the wave crested and crashed, rolling her over and under, until there was nothing but pleasure, and heat, and her Daddy holding her in place while he continued to fuck her. She worked on autopilot, clenching tight around him, stroking him as her walls rippled.

His thrusts became more erratic, but she wasn’t in a state to notice. His fingers dug into her hips, but she barely felt the pain. What shewasaware of, was the series of smaller climaxes that he kept triggering as he stroked in and out.

She was a mewling mess when he finally collapsed beside her. So out of it, that she was just suddenly aware she was in his arms, and he was holding her, without actually remembering how that had happened. Her body twitched, aftershocks zapping across her skin whenever she moved the wrong (or right) way.

Her skin felt tacky, and she itched, as the leaking arousal dried on her inner thighs. Except for her ass, which was still hot, the rest of her was chilly, but she didn’t want to do anything about any of it, because it would have meant moving.

Oliver solved one of the problems by pulling her into his arms. He was warm and he shared that warmth with her. The rest she just didn’t want to deal with yet. She wasn’t sure she’d ever felt so completely relaxed before.

It was as if a tension she hadn’t noticed was suddenly gone.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, nuzzling her hair.

“Like I’m going to float away.” Was that her voice? She sounded stoned.

“Won’t happen. I’ve got you tethered now.”

She wasn’t sure what that meant but it sounded nice. “Okay, Daddy.”

“Do you…”

She never heard the rest of his question, because she fell asleep.

Epilogue

Morning came too early, and when the sun invaded the room, she just turned over and tried to go back to sleep. But a few minutes later her phone began to ring, which killed any chance of that. She sighed and sat up blearily.

Slowly the night before came back to her, and when she looked over in the bed, there was Oliver, still asleep, with his back to her. God, he was so gorgeous. His back rippled with muscles, not surprising for career military. There were scratch marks on his shoulders, which had happened during their second round.

Hunger had woken her at an ungodly hour of the morning. She’d gone to move his arm off her, so she could get up, but the moment she touched him Oliver was suddenly sitting bolt upright, wide awake. His eyes were wild, and he looked… almost scary for a moment. Like a predator.

And he stared at her likeshewas the dangerous one, but she could see the moment when he recognized her, and the tension went out of his body.

“You okay, Daddy?” she asked in a soft voice, careful not to move.

He hesitated, as though considering the question, and then nodded. “Sorry, sweetheart. I haven’t slept in the same bed with anyone for a while.”

She suspected there was more to it, but they had time to learn about each other. Questions could wait, her stomach could not. “I’m starving. I was going to find something to eat. Want to come?”

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