Page 6 of Bad Daddy

Going to college is no longer just about getting away from my mom but also about doing something for myself. Something I love. With someone by my side who is willing to support me in anything and everything.

Daddy.

Lord, I’d been so shocked when he said that. I didn’t know what to do or say. How to respond. Carter has given me the freedom not only to be myself but to express my wants and desires.

Sure, it’s been a brief period of time, but not when you culminate all the moments before this where he exhibited this same behavior.

Last year, when we first met, he hadn’t shied away from his attraction. He’d taken me home, and we shared a kiss that honestly sealed my fate at that time.

When I was in the accident with Odette not long after that, he’d been the only one I wanted to call. He checked up on me for months afterwards.

Before Della’s life exploded, and she and Holy nearly died, he had hinted at spending more time together. He even scared off Mom’s boyfriend at the time from getting too handsy with me.

He’s been there for me in ways no one else ever has–even when he was growly and grumpy. He’d push me away one minute, then pull me closer the next. But he always treated me with kindness and respect.

“You’re still awake.” His groggy voice sounds sexy in the morning.

“I finished my essay.”

He sits up and reclines against the headboard, hooded eyes watching me like he can’t wait to jump my bones.

“Can I read it?” he asks expectantly. I pause, not anticipating the request. “It’s okay to say no, Cece. I know it must be personal.”

Shaking my head, I grab the brick of a laptop and hand it to him. “No, it’s okay. You can give me some feedback if you’d like. I’m going to jump in the shower and clean up.”

I’m oblivious to the time as I run away. What I wrote could change his mind about me, and I don’t want to be around to witness that if I can help it.

I grab the shirt he dropped last night and catch sight of his smirk in the mirror over his dresser as I head into his private bathroom. I don’t lock the door behind me, slightly curious if he’ll push another boundary with me.

Turning on the shower, I strip out of my clothes while it warms up, then step under the heated spray. My back aches from the way I sat most of the night, and warm water helps ease some of the stiffness from my muscles. Closing my eyes, I enjoy the solitude for a few minutes before washing my hair.

The air changes as I rinse, and as much as I’d like to peek to see if it’s because Carter has entered the bathroom, I try my best to finish my task. Once I’m sure the suds are gone, I slowly open my eyes, looking through the foggy glass door, and find Carter leaning against the sink. Arms and ankles crossed, his eyes eat me up like I’m his next meal.

Squirting out some conditioner, I rub the silky liquid through my hair, allowing it to soak in for a few minutes as I use his bar of soap to cleanse my body. I realize that my image isn’t clear through the steamy door, but he has a vivid imagination.

Sudsing up my hands, I caress them all over my body, moving slower than I usually would and allowing the seductress in me to come and play. Even if I had no idea she ever existed in the first place.

Stepping back under the water spray, I sluice the soap from my body as I rinse out the conditioner. With my eyes closed to avoid getting anything in them, I don’t realize Carter has entered the stall with me until I feel his hands on my hips and his mouth on my pelvis, just above my natural curls.

“Open for me.” His demand is controlled while his eyes are wild.

I spread my legs, and he slips one over his shoulder, leaning closer to breathe me in deeply. His body rattles with the groan he expels before I feel the warmth of his tongue sliding up my slit.

“Oh god,” I shout. I’ve never been touched so intimately before.

“Not God, sweet girl, Daddy.”

I whimper at his correction and dig my hands into his hair, holding onto his head to maintain balance. My body wilts into his touch, craving more of everything he has to offer. I fall into the world of Carter O’Neill and his depraved desires towards me.

My body lights up as he teasingly licks along my sex, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue before moving down to sink it into my virgin hole. Briefly, I wonder if he knows I’ve never been touched like this.

“Christ, I love that I’m the only man who will ever know you like this.” That answers my question, I suppose.

“It feels so good, Daddy.” His hold on me tightens, and I’m nervous to look down at the feral man eating me from the inside out.

Turning my body to lean against the wall, he lifts my other leg over his shoulder and supports my full weight. With a firm grasp on my ass, he draws me closer, burying his face in my wet heat, and I lose my breath when he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks until I scream out my orgasm.

The sound of his groans breaks through, and it’s then I realize that even though his mouth and both hands are on me, he’s also spilling his release against the tile floor and wall. Going limp in his arms, I allow Carter to dry me off and put me to bed.

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