Page 15 of Gangster Daddy's Girl

“Fuck me harder,” he grumbles.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Tightening my grip on his shoulders, I bounce myself harder and faster, impaling myself on his rigid staff. The sound of our bodies clapping fills my ears, sending rivers of juices pouring out of me. Tyson slaps my ass again, then grabs hold of my throat with his free hand, squeezing it good and hard. I grab hold of his wrist, rolling my hips as I grind myself on his cock.

“Fuck, yes, baby,” I cry.

My face is turning red as he cuts off my air, heightening the intensity of having him so deep in me. With one hard thrust of his hips, I topple over the edge. My cry as I come drowns out the peal of thunder that crashes overhead. Tyson gives my throat another hard squeeze, prolonging my orgasm, but then lets me go, and I draw in a long, loud breath, trying to catch my wind.

My entire body tingles, and I shudder as a smile crosses my face. I look down at Tyson and bite my bottom lip.

“Your turn, Daddy,” I say. “Fill me up.”

His lips curl back over his teeth, and there’s a deep rumble in his chest. “Make me come, baby girl. Make me come hard.”

I lean forward and kiss him hard as I start to bounce on his cock again. Up and down, harder and faster. My insides feel like they’re on fire, and I’ve never been wetter in my life. I fuck him hard, drawing long, sensual groans from Tyson as I ride him. He swells inside of me, and I know he’s close. I have him right where I want him. My legs are burning with the effort, and my breathing is ragged, but I fuck him even harder.

“Fuck, baby girl. You’re going to make me come,” he grunts.

Leaning down, my lips brush his ear, and I feel him shudder. “Come for me, Daddy,” I whisper. “Give me that hot fucking load.”

He cries out, and I feel him erupt inside of me. His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me down onto him, sinking his cock even deeper as he spurts, filling me with his seed. Feeling spent but satisfied, I lean forward, resting my head on his shoulder and nuzzling against his neck. Tyson wraps his arms around my waist and holds me tight. It’s a moment of tenderness that surprises me but one that fills me with a sense of contentment I never knew I could feel. Especially not with somebody like Tyson.

A hard rapping on the window makes me jump, and a short scream bursts from my mouth. It’s followed by a blindingly bright light. Thank God the windows are so steamed up, the security guard on the other side of the glass can’t see in, although I’m sure he’s not a moron who can’t figure out what’s going on in the car.

He uses the butt of his flashlight to rap on the glass again. “You all need to go,” he says, his voice muffled through the glass. “Campus is closed. Go and get a room somewhere, for fuck’s sake.”

I cringe, recognizing the voice, and bury my face in Tyson’s chest to stifle my embarrassed giggle.

“You hear me in there?” he calls.

“We hear you,” Tyson calls. “We’re going. Sorry, officer.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just be gone by the time I come back. Ten minutes,” he calls.

“Ten minutes,” Tyson confirms. “We’ll be gone.”

The security guard leaves, and we listen to the electric whine of the golf cart ebbing. Tyson and I look at each other and laugh. I bury my face in my hands. It’s mortifying, but honestly, this is the most fun I’ve had in a long, long time.

11

TYSON

It’s been a few days since Marco reported that my guys had been jacked. Since then, two more pairs of my guys have been robbed of their money and product then killed. That’s six men down as well as a lot of product and a lot of cash in the wind. And still no sign of Rico and Dawson. They’ve managed to avoid me and my guys. Maybe they’re a little craftier and more resourceful than I gave them credit for.

“Turn right here.”

“Got it, boss.”

Zeus makes the turn and smoothly cruises down the street. We pass some of my guys who are out working their corners. Ever since my first guys got hit, I’ve had a spotter post up discreetly to keep an eye on things. Their job is simple. If somebody comes to take what’s mine, they’ve been told to put them down. I’d personally rather have Rico and Dawson on their knees in front of me so I could put them down myself, just so I could see the fear in their eyes for myself, but whatever gets them off the street works for me.

The longer they’re out there killing my guys and stealing from me, the worse it’s going to get. The longer they’re free to do what they’re doing without retribution, the weaker I will look. And if that happens, it’s going to invite more trouble. No doubt, there will be others who think they can step in and try to take advantage of me. Others who think they can take from me without having to fear me cracking back on them.

“Not going to fucking happen,” I mutter.

“You say something, boss?”

“Nothing important.”

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