Page 12 of Gangster Daddy's Girl

“Thought you said you were leaving,” he says.

His breath is warm on my cheek and smells faintly of mint. He leans closer to me, his firm, toned body pressed against me. My nose is filled with the subtle hint of his cologne, and I feel the heat radiating from his body. My throat is suddenly dry, and as I gaze into his eyes, time seems to slow down. He leans forward and presses his mouth to mine. Tyson slides his tongue into my mouth, and I melt against him, his kiss breaking through the dam of my resolve.

A low gasp spills from my mouth as Tyson trails kisses down my neck while his big, strong hands caress my body. He presses himself against me, and it’s then that I feel his long, rigid cock flush against my belly. Tyson scoops me up and carries me overto his desk. He turns me around and bends me over roughly. Butterflies swarm in my belly as he holds me down with one hand and yanks my yoga pants down with the other.

Turning my head, I see him admiring me from the back, the hunger in his eyes getting me wet. I hold my breath as he kneels and leans forward, and when his tongue slips between my wet, swollen lips, I cry out. He laps at my pussy from behind with an abandon that has me stuttering and gasping. I’m writhing wildly, but he keeps me pinned to his desk while he lashes me with his tongue. He teases my ass, circling it with his thumb, then presses it into me.

“Fuck,” I stammer. “Yes, Daddy. Just like that, Daddy.”

I grind myself back against his face, taking his tongue deeper into me as he continues to thumb my ass. The pressure inside me builds quickly. My skin feels like it’s on fire as I throw my head back and cry out, my orgasm tearing through me. Tyson continues lapping at me as I come, the sensation so intense it makes me squirm.

He doesn’t even give me a chance to recover from such an intense and powerful orgasm. Instead, he stands up and pulls his cock out. Still holding me down hard on his desk, Tyson presses the tip of his cock against my swollen, throbbing opening. I turn my head, looking up at him and seeing him flash me a wolfish smile as he thrusts his hips, piercing me with his dick. My eyes widen, and my breath is driven from my lungs as he fills me up.

“Oh my God,” I cry.

Tyson grabs hold of my hair and yanks my head backward as he starts to pump his hips, fucking me in a hard, steady rhythm. He’s so big and thick that it’s almost painful as he stretches meopen. At the same time, that slight pinch of pain only makes the sensation of his cock sliding along my inner walls all the more intense.

“Yes, Daddy,” I croak. “Fuck me just like that. Give it to me harder.”

“You’re a dirty little girl, Tabitha.”

My lips curl back in a seductive smile as he continues pounding me. With one hand still pulling my hair, Tyson’s other hand slides down my back, and he begins teasing my ass again. He circles it with his thumb, then presses it in, stretching my second hole open as well, drawing a long, shuddering cry from my mouth. Tyson fucks me and thumbs my ass harder, and it feels so incredible, my head is spinning. The sharp slap of our bodies crashing together rings in my ears, a sound so erotic, it’s got my juices running down my thighs.

I can’t believe this is happening. I came here to tell him this wasn’t going to happen again. I was firm and had made up my mind. But somewhere between telling him I wasn’t going to see him again and actually walking away, something in my brain shifted. Being so near to the man and looking into those cold, steely eyes of his unlocked a door inside of me I hadn’t even known was there. Once that door opened, I was flooded with desire. With lust. With hunger. With need. And here we are.

“Give it to me, Daddy,” I say.

His body tenses and a low grunt bursts from his mouth. I can tell he likes the way I’m talking to him and feel him swelling inside of me. A smile touches my lips, and in response, Tyson yanks my head backward savagely, making me moan salaciously. This is everything I’ve fantasized about and more. He thrusts deep intome. My eyes roll back in my head, and I let out a throaty groan as I come again, even harder than the first time.

Caught in the throes of my orgasm, my breathing is ragged, and my head is spinning. Tyson is gritting his teeth, the veins on the side of his neck standing out as he tries to hold back the inevitable, wanting to prolong the moment, which somehow turns me on even more, and a fiendish little smile touches my lips.

“Come for me, Daddy,” I gasp. “Fill me up. Give me your come, Daddy.”

A deep growl rumbles in his chest, and he throws his head back. His cock pulses and then explodes, filling me with a flood of his warm, sticky seed. I shudder and lean back, pressing myself against him as I feel his long, thick rod twitching, emptying himself into me. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and I shudder.

We remain like that for several long, blissful moments. Eventually, his cock softens, and he pulls out of me, leaving me feeling an unexpected emptiness, and I long to have him inside of me again. I stand up and look up at him in amazement. A cocky half-grin touches his lips as he leans forward and gives me a soft, chaste kiss. I pull back and look deeply into his eyes, a host of competing thoughts and emotions swirling inside me.

“This is going to be complicated,” I say.

“The best things in life always are.”

9

TYSON

Soft jazz music from my playlist plays on the Bluetooth speaker on the small table in the corner of the room. I hum along with the song as I go over my latest numbers. Everything is looking pretty good. Ordinarily, there are minor discrepancies. Not much. Just enough to tell me a few of my guys are skimming a bit off the top.

Normally, I don’t really care. It’s the cost of doing business with dirtbags. They tend to steal and think they’re smart enough to get away with it. They’re not. I just usually look the other way so long as their fingers don’t get too sticky. But having everything lining up to the penny is rare. Makes me think word about my dispute with Rico and Dawson has gotten around, and my employees are going to act straight. At least for a little while.

I go through and double-check my numbers, satisfied that everything is right. Closing the ledger, I sit back in my chair, close my eyes, and let the music wash over me. I’m in a good mood and can’t stop thinking about having Tabitha the other day. Sexy and insatiable, she’s everything I thought she’d be andmore. She’s got such a sweet, innocent look about her that I never expected her to be so dirty. She’s just full of surprises.

The memory of having her bent over my desk, hearing her calling me Daddy, and hearing that filthy little mouth gets me hard all over again. She’s a surprisingly dirty little girl, and I like it. A lot. As I remember the way she tasted and felt, so wet and tight, and having my cock so deep in that sweet hole, my dick starts throbbing, begging for release once more. I’m going to have to do something about it. I need to fuck her again.

I’ve never had somebody like her before. I’ve never been so turned on, and nobody has ever gotten under my skin like she has. Beyond the mind-blowing sex, simply talking to Tabitha has lit a fire inside me that’s never burned before. I feel like I connect with her on a level I never knew existed within me. She’s fascinating. She’s hilarious. And she’s intelligent. The long, deep conversations we’ve had together have nourished my soul in ways I never expected. It’s fed parts of me I never realized were starving.

I’m not normally the romantic type, nor the sort who waxes poetic. But something about Tabitha makes me feel like I am. She honestly makes me feel things I’ve never felt before and has opened doors inside me I never knew were there. She has turned me upside down. I’m not a man who likes change. I tend to resist it at every turn. But the changes Tabitha is wreaking inside me are exhilarating. They’re exciting. Even more disconcerting is that I welcome them.

More than that, being with somebody like Tabitha, somebody who is genuinely good and has a good heart, has sparked more changes within me. I’ve always thought about getting out of the game and going legit. I’ve never believed I’d be part of this life forever. But Tabitha has started me thinking that maybe Ican actually make that turn. That maybe I should accelerate my timeline and build a better life for myself. And for her.

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