Page 14 of Fake Daddy

Their anniversary was yesterday, but they both had to work late, so they’re going to their favourite Nova Scotian street food place tonight. The restaurant opened in town recently. I haven’t had the chance to eat there, but I’ve heard it’s delicious.

“Alright, alright, thank you, Darling. I’ll see you in a few days.”

She waves as she leaves, and I contemplate what to do with my few days off. It’s been a while since I’ve had longer than one day off at a time. Linda has given me four, and with my dad angry, I’m not looking forward to being at home.

A knock on the front glass door shakes me out of my internal thoughts as I fold the final towel. Ducking my head out, I notice Cort standing on the other side. Checking my watch, I’m surprised that so much time has passed since Linda left.

Excitement floods my veins because, as sad as I’ve been all day, Cort makes me happy.

“Hi,” I breathe out as he enters and locks the door behind him.

“How do you look better than you did this morning?” he mutters, reaching forward to wrap his calloused hand around the back of my neck and dragging me into his solid body.

Closing my eyes, I inhale, and he smells like sawdust and rain. “Did it rain?”

“For a bit, earlier.” His heated eyes lure me in, and I can’t seem to form coherent thoughts as he walks me back to the laundry room I just exited. It’s one of three rooms in the salon that doesn’t have cameras. “I missed you.” He kicks the door shut behind us.

“You did?” I barely get the words out before he smashes his mouth down over mine.

Cort’s lips are hungry as they devour me while I moan, sinking into him. My hands travel up his chest and into his hair, digging into his scalp as I tug on the lush strands.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he says as he breaks the kiss, both of us breathless. Nibbling along my jaw, down the column of my throat, and back up to my ear, he murmurs, “I need you.”

My mind says no, I’m at work, but my body craves for this man to claim me again. His hands roam up my skirt, gripping my ass and lifting me off my feet. As he carries me to the folding table, I wrap my legs around his waist and grind against him, unable to help myself.

My ass hits the table, and he hikes up my skirt to gaze between my legs. Brushing a thumb along my slit, he rubs at my clit before slinking a finger into the gusset of my thong and tearing the flimsy material off my body.

“Beautiful.” He seems hypnotized by my throbbing pussy.

“I need you, Daddy.”

His entire body tenses, and he lunges for me. His mouth takes mine, tongue-fucking me how I know he wants to.

“Do”–he bites my lip–“you”–he sucks on my tongue–“have any”–he whips my shirt up and over my head, groaning when he notices I’m not wearing a bra–“idea how fucking hot you are all worked up for me?”

I don’t get to respond because he bends down and sucks a taut bud into his mouth like I’m his last meal.

“Daddy!” I cry out, my pussy yearning to grasp onto something, needing to be filled.

“So fucking hot,” he grunts, switching to my other nipple.

“Hot for you, Daddy,” I pant, gasping for air as he assaults my body with intense pleasure.

His hands are between our bodies, and I look down to see his eager cock tight and red, leaking fluid from the tip. I slip my hand to his, smear the pearly liquid off the flesh, and bring it to my mouth.

Our eyes meet as I suck on my finger, moaning at the salty-sweet taste of him. “It’s sweet and thick. Can I have more, Daddy?”

At my question, cum drips from the end, and Cort slams a fist down next to my hip, his control nearly snapping. “You can’t fucking say things like that, baby. Daddy is already on edge.” And I want to tip him over.

“Will you come in me again?” I pout at him with wide eyes, batting my lashes seductively.

“Fuck!” he shouts as he rams inside my pussy. I cry out from the force of his impalement and the girth of his dick. He’s so big, he could tear me in two. “Baby,” he groans, cupping the back of my head and pressing my face into his chest as he fucks me more powerfully with each thrust.

“Daddy, it feels so good,” I whimper as I hold him tightly, my nails gouging into his sides through his shirt.

I can’t stop moaning and keening. My body is about to erupt, and stars are forming behind my eyes as I tingle from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby, Darling. You’re such a good girl. My good fucking girl.” He speaks rapidly and incoherently. “Tight little cunt sucking my cum from my balls and straight into your womb.” He draws back to meet my stare. “You going to let Daddy’s seed plant a baby in you, Darling? Huh? Be my best good girl and let me fuck my baby batter into you until you’re growing a new life.”

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