Page 13 of Bad Daddy

Lowering my head, I kiss her slowly at first. Tasting her and allowing her the chance to pull away. She doesn’t; rather, she pushes up into the kiss, deepening it and teasing me with her tongue.

I glance down and notice that her shirt has ridden up, exposing more of her silky thighs. Trailing my hands along her back, under the material, I yank her in square to my chest. Our heartbeats pound against each other. Her hands work to remove my shirt as I slip hers up her body and expose her to my worshipful eyes.

“Gorgeous,” I whisper in her ear, flicking my tongue along the shell and grinning when she shivers under my touch. “Hands on me,” I demand as my shirt comes off and drops on the floor behind us.

Her nails scrape my chest as she wiggles against me, our lips touching briefly as I undo my pants and shove them down my hips. Dragging her closer, we watch as my dick splits her pussy lips open, soaking me enough that I glide within her warmth.

“It feels so good, Daddy.”

Her head drops back as I grip her ass tight, moving her up and down my length. She’s like warm caramel–sweet, wet, and addicting.

Cradling her head against my chest, I live off her whimpers and moans, knowing I’m the one giving it to her. The only one who will ever give this kind of pleasure to her.

“Cece.” I need her eyes on me. When she finally looks up, her soft brown irises capture me and hold me hostage. “Tell me what you want, sweet girl. Tell Daddy everything you want.”

I kiss her softly as I slide her up and down my cock, grazing her swollen bud and making my mouth water for a taste.

She bites her lip and moans as she nods. “Please, Daddy.”

Without hesitation, I hold her tighter to me, gripping her ass until I’m sure I’ll leave my mark. In long, leisurely slides, I move her pussy from the base of my cock to the tip and down again. Teasing her opening, recognizing what it does to her, and knowing I won’t be able to stop. Not in this lifetime.

With every hot glide to the end of my cock, I push a little farther into her, silently begging to fuck her hard and deep but worrying she might be sore from last night.

“Carter.” She moans my name, making my dick jump and weep, before leaning back to plant her hands on my desk behind her.

We both glance down between us to where we rub together and watch as my cock disappears between her soaked pussy lips.

“Christ, you feel so fucking good, baby, and I’m not even inside of you again.” A desperate moan leaves her as we fight to maintain control. Growling through the pain of not driving into her as hard as I’d like, I ask, “Are you sore?”

“Only a little. Please don’t stop, Daddy.”

She thrusts out her chest in offering as I sink in a little more, studying her for any signs of pain. Eagerly, I tilt forward and suck a bud into my mouth until she wails in need.

“We’ll go nice and slow, sweet girl. You tell me to stop if you need to.”

She gives me a clipped nod, so I push farther in. Her pussy spread wide around me, sucking my cock into her body, is nearly enough to make me nut far up in her womb. She’ll be the fucking death of me.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she mewls, and her body flushes with arousal. “Right there.”

Her eyes eat me up as I focus on her needs. Brushing the pad of my thumb over her clit until her core clamps down.

“Fuck, baby, you’re like a damn vise,” I grunt, thrusting to the hilt as she shatters apart for me, screaming out her pleasure and collapsing on her back. She pants and twitches, attempting to catch her breath as I use her body for my own pleasure.

Shifting her legs to plant her feet on the desk, I pummel her into each powerful thrust. Her sweet honey coats my dick, making it easier to get through her tight channel as she flutters around my length.

“Daddy, please, come for me.”

Fuck. I hadn’t expected that from her, but my body obeys and slathers her walls and womb in my cum as I tense and let loose with a bellow before collapsing on top of her.

Settling my lips on hers, I make love to her mouth. I sweep my tongue between her lips and taste her everywhere I can reach, not allowing a breath between us.

“Does it just get better and better each time?” Her breathless question makes me smile.

“If you do it right, sure,” I reply, her eyes softening for me. “It helps when it’s with the right person, also.” Fuck, she makes me sappy.

Shyness clouds her eyes as she sits up, my half-hard dick still sheathed within her cunt as she asks, “And I’m the right person for you?” Her vulnerability with me is like a drug.

“Yeah, Cece, you’re the right person for me. I’ve waited a hell of a long time for you, and now that you’re in my hands, I’ll never let you go.”

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