Page 29 of My Fantasy Daddies

Mindlessly, I clawed at his jacket, his shirt, his skin, craving to be closer.His touch and kisses made me half blind with need.There was no way I would survive not having this man fuck me.It didn’t matter if I was still sore after my first time or not.That discomfort was nothing compared to the pain from the pulsing agony I felt.

Pushing my clothes out of his way, he rubbed his face across my belly before his hot breath was on the damp material of my panties.I heard the distinct sound of the cotton being ripped away.There was no time for cool air to hit my sex before his mouth covered my slit, his tongue spreading my lips and consuming everything I had to give.

Nails scraping over his scalp, I screamed his name so loud my throat felt raw as shudder after shudder quaked my body.All it took was a pop of his lips on my clit and I was coming on his tongue, but it wasn’t enough.I wanted more.I wanted all of him inside me.

“Please, Malcolm.Please.”

“I got you, baby girl,” he murmured, pushing up my body.His mouth was wet with my desire as he attacked my lips again, giving me a taste of myself while he notched his freed cock to my entrance.He pushed in slowly, feeding me an inch at a time.I tried to rock my hips faster to take more of him at once, but he grabbed my waist, ensuring I didn’t rush.

“Not so fast, Esme.I don’t want to hurt you.”He pulled back and then thrust forward a little more.Stars burst in front of my eyes.He was so thick.I was tender, but the pleasure far outweighed the discomfort.“That’s my good girl.Let Daddy in, sweetheart.Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“You feel so good, Malcolm.Please don’t stop.Please don’t stop.Oh god.God.Oh!”My head thrashed from side to side, and I wasn’t even sure if I was speaking English or French.Each thrust felt more intense, like he got bigger or I got tighter.I was so wet for him, I would have turned into a human slip ’n slide if he weren’t so big, trapping me in place beneath him.

“Your little pussy is already fluttering around me, baby.Nothing’s ever been this good before.I won’t last.You’re going to steal every drop from me just like you stole my heart, Esme.”

Ripple after ripple of pleasure exploded inside my body.Every one of my senses stopped working as I shattered into a million pieces.

When I blinked the world into focus again, Malcolm had flipped us so that I was spread out on top of him.My ear was pressed to his galloping heart.His bear-sized hands stroked lazily up and down my sweat-coated back.I had no idea what time it was or what part of the city we were in.I was too blissed out to care.The only clothing I still wore was my skirt, which was haphazardly bunched around my waist.His jacket was gone, and most of the buttons on his shirt were missing.I grinned, kissing the tattoo on his chest.

“I hope dinner is takeout in bed naked,” I mumbled, feeling his come leaking out of me as the driver stopped at a random red light.

“I can make that happen.”

“That whole eat-first directive didn’t go as planned, huh?”I teased.“Maybe save us both a lot of time and unneeded frustration going forward and simply give me what I want, when I want.”

“You keep telling me you love me, and I will give you anything you want, baby girl.”

Esme

I gave Amelia’s arm a squeeze as we left our final class of the day.“You good?”

She smiled, but I didn’t call her out on how it didn’t reach her eyes.Obviously, she was tired.It was only Tuesday, but it felt like a decade had passed since our weekend adventure to Inferno, rather than a few days.“Just a headache.What about you?I’m curious why you were so quiet at lunch, Es.”

“Just thinking about my daddies,” I told her honestly.“I spent last night with Malcolm.”

“All night?”

I nodded, already grinning as memories of falling asleep in bed with him flashed through my mind.I woke up to his hungry kisses and hot shower sex.Afterward, he flew me back to school in his helicopter and even invited Astro and Otto to go with us.

It was perfect…

Almostperfect.

I’d missed seeing Parker and Benson.

There was no sign of either of them the night before or that morning, and I’d refused to acknowledge the slice of disappointment that had tried to ruin my time with Malcolm.

Amelia fell into step with me as we slowly walked toward the exit.Her grandmother’s driver would be waiting at the front of the pickup line for her, so we wouldn’t have much time to chat once we got outside.While other students scrambled to get out of school as quickly as possible at the end of the day, Amelia tended to procrastinate as much as she could get away with before she had to go home and be locked inside her cold, lonely manor with Clarissa.

Soon, she wouldn’t be alone, though.She would be off to Harvard.As soon as she was out from under the Durst stranglehold, she could be free to love and be loved as she deserved.

“Did you decide if you want to call Trevor or not?”I asked her quietly as we turned a corner.

She ducked her head.“I keep changing my mind.We had something special—at least, I think we did.But maybe it was all one-sided.And what if he finds out who I am and freaks out?Elsa and I have the exact same birthday, Esme.His daughter and I are literally the same age, give or take a few hours.That’s weird, right?”

“It’s only weird if you make it weird.Like I’ve said before, it’s total karma.Elsa calls your father ‘Daddy.’It’s going to destroy her if you return the favor, but in all the fun, dirty ways.”I winked when she scrunched up her nose at me.“On a serious note, though, age doesn’t matter if your heart is engaged, Lia.My daddies are in their forties.Their age means maturity, experience, and confidence.That’s hot as fuck, girl.”

I swept my hand around at the guys walking down the halls.“Take a look at the guys around us and tell me if you honestly think these pencil-dick losers know what they’re doing?They get their feelings hurt if you even look at them the wrong way.And that sure as hell isn’t confidence.It’s arrogance.Narcissism.”

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