Page 18 of Fake Daddy

“Come deep in my cunt, coat my walls in your semen, impregnate me, Daddy.” Her eyes cut back to me to watch my reaction. “And when you’re done, I get to lick your cock clean so you can fuck my ass. Claim me everywhere.” Her bottom lip pops out when I stop moving, my mind unable to believe what she’s saying. “Make me your dirty little cum slut, Daddy.”

“Fuck.”

Getting to my feet, my dick still lodged inside her cunt, I drop her onto the bed, follow her down and pin her to the mattress. I drag her hands behind her and grip both wrists in one fist while holding the back of her neck as I pull out and pound back inside of her. Punching at the tight hole of her cervix until she silently screams in the bed as she comes so explosively, she ejaculates all over my dick and the bed beneath.

“Don’t fucking move, you little slut.” My hips pummel so hard that there are red marks on the back of her thighs and ass. She’ll be bruised tomorrow. “Do you have any idea what it’s like fucking a cum slut like you? Huh?” Releasing her neck, I slap her ass until my handprint shows bright red.

“Daddy.” She tilts her hips as my cock swells, and her pussy tries to push me out because of the beating it’s taking. “Please, Daddy, please make me your little momma.”

I don’t know why, but I fucking go off like a rocket. Slamming back inside her cunt so violently that I feel that pop, and she screams in pain this time, muffling the sound by biting the blanket under her face as I come harder than I ever have in my entire life.

I go blind with pleasure as my dick shoots thick, creamy rope after rope into her ripe pussy. It’s never-ending, and I won’t complain because it means more time inside her body.

Once my dick is depleted, I thrust gently a few times, wanting to push it in and draw out the pleasure before dragging my dick away from her twitching body. As soon as I’m free, I flip Darling over and force her to her knees, adhering her to her promise by smearing my cum-covered dick on her lips until she opens, and I thrust to the back of her throat. I’m already getting soft, but she licks and sucks me clean until I feel the stirring of lust and blood pumping the beast back to life.

She’s dirty and delicious as I pull her up to lie flat on the bed. Her body is limp, and she’s barely awake as I unclip one nipple, sucking the bruised bud into my mouth to soothe it before doing the same to the other. Turning her hips, I press the button on the butt plug to halt the vibrating, but I don’t remove it. I still plan on fucking her ass, but only after she’s had time to recover from what we just did.

Licking and kissing up her body, I whisper into her mouth, “I love you so fucking much, Darling. You’re forever Daddy’s good girl.”

She hums but doesn’t answer as she slumps into sleep.

Holding her to me, I drag the blankets over us and follow her into the sandman’s lair. Getting the best night’s sleep imaginable.

CHAPTER 9

Darling

Gasping awake as an orgasm surges through my body, I glance back to see Cort’s eyes focused on my ass. It’s then I realize he’s removed the plug while I was sleeping and slipped his eager dick into my ass.

“It feels so good, Daddy.” The foreign invasion isn’t one I expected to enjoy, but my body is on fire for more.

“Yes, you do, baby.” His lips lay soft kisses along my bare shoulders as he pumps in and out, catapulting us both to the heavens of ecstasy and back before he shouts out a guttural groan, and I feel his cock throbbing in my tightness. “Fuck that felt good,” he grunts, rolling back to softly slip free of my body, taking me with him.

“Good morning to you, too, Daddy.” I roll over and kiss his bare chest while he wraps an arm around my back. “I wasn’t expecting to wake up like that, but I’m sure glad I did.”

He brushes the sweaty hair away from my face as his eyes search mine. “Move in with me.”

Stunned, I can only stare at him.

“Isn’t that too soon? You haven’t even told Mary about us.” If I’m honest, I’d hate to be the reason he gets backlash of any kind.

“I don’t care what anyone thinks besides you, me, and my sons. And if you haven’t noticed, my boys approve.”

I wish it were so easy.

“My father, he doesn’t. I don’t know that I can leave until he does. And Mom, well, I don’t even know where to start with that.” If anything, I’m terrified of her reaction. What she’ll say or try to do to me, to Cort. To the boys. She’s vindictive and mean, and I don’t want that happening to them. Not because of me.

Cort doesn’t respond; he’s processing my hesitation. Something I don’t think he expected from me, but I need him to think this through more and not ask after a post-orgasmic haze.

“I’m going to shower,” I say, slinking out of bed and running to the bathroom, relieved that I left my bag in here last night.

Closing my eyes and dipping my face under the warm spray, I fight to keep tears at bay. I so badly want to move in with Cort, but the fear outweighs the desire.

A minute later, I feel arms enveloping me from behind. “Talk to me.”

The aching need in his tone makes me confess. “Ultimately, I’m afraid I’ll ruin your life.” Our past relationship and age difference won’t go over well with many people. He has a reputation to uphold and children to worry about; I have nothing but myself.

Turning me around so my back is to the cool tiled wall, Cort pins me with his arms on either side of my head and captures my eyes in an intense hold I can’t sever.

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