Page 38 of Submitting to Daddy
Yes… there is…
His arms tighten around me, pulling me into an embrace that feels like it might shield me from the ghosts of my past and the threats plaguing our future. Lifting onto my toes, I press my lips to his and whisper a bit of truth among the web of lies he fell in love with. “I love you, too.”
The admission feels like jumping from a plane—terrifying and freeing all at once. Our lips crash together, and forthe first time in a long time, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.And who I’m supposed to be. He claims my mouth with a soft tenderness, leaving me breathless when he pulls back, teasingly nipping at my lower lip.
“Show me how much you love me, Daddy.”
“It’ll be my pleasure, firecracker. I’ll spend a lifetime showing you how much I love you and learning all the things I don’t know about you.”
Her breath catches, soft and sharp. My fingers trail down the line of her spine, her body warm beneath the thin, delicate fabric of her loose floral dress. I want to ruin her in the best possible way, leave her dripping in aftershocks of my worship. I lift her chin, needing her to see it in my eyes… This isn’t just lust. This is devotion. This is the part of me I’ve never given to anyone else.
She stares back at me with wide, pleading eyes. And it fucking does me in. Without breaking our stare, I lower my mouth to hers. Our kiss is slow and consuming. Her hands knot in my hair, greedily tugging me closer, pulling me deeper. I let herhave all of me. Every breath. Every groan. Every pulse of need in my veins.
I guide her backward, step by step, toward the front of my car. The air between us crackles as I slide the straps of her dress off her shoulders and let the fabric flutter to her ankles in a soft, breathless whisper. She gasps as I tear her panties off her body, tossing the tatters beside her dress. Morning light spills over her bare skin like something out of a dream—golden and glowing—as her thighs back into my Aston Martin.
“Christ, Madison.” I run my thumb along her jaw, down to her collarbone, and around the curve of her breast. “You’re fucking perfect.” She starts to speak, but I press my lips back to hers, silencing her. I lower her gently onto the warm sunbaked hood of the car, and she stretches out beneath me. She splays across it like she was made for this,made for me.
I strip off my shirt, letting it fall to the gravel as I lean over her. My hands and mouth explore her every curve, like I’m experiencing her perfect body for the first time.
Her nipples pebble under my tongue as I drag it across her chest, sucking gently, then harder, until her breath stutters. I tease one with my fingers while lavishing the other with my mouth, switching back and forth until she is arching from the car and panting with need. “Daddy…” She whimpers her plea.
“Shhh,” I murmur, biting down gently on her pert nipple before softening the sting with a warm stroke of my tongue. “I’m going to give you everything you want, firecracker.”
Her hands reach for my belt, undoing it with a speed that shows just how desperate she is. She slides my pants down enough to free me. Her hand wraps around my cock and gives it a firm tug—my hips jerking against her thigh. “Fuck,” I hiss, my head dropping onto her shoulder as she strokes me. Hertouch is tight, confident, dragging me exactly where she wants me.
She guides the thick, aching tip of my cock to her soaked entrance. Rubbing it up and down her slit, she breathes, “I need you inside me, Daddy.”
Her request unravels the last of my restraint, and I sink into her in one slow, relentless push. Her body welcomes me—tight and wet—clutching around me like she was created solely for the purpose of taking my cock. A collective groan rips from our throats as I bottom out.
We move together, slowly at first, savoring every stroke, relishing in every inch I slide in and out of her. Her lips part and lashes flutter. I watch her gorgeous face as she hurtles toward the edge. “You’re doing so good,” I encourage. “Let me feel that pretty little pussy clench around me when you come.”
Her nails dig into my back, sharp little crescents marking me as hers when they drag down my bare skin. “Fuck… Daddy… You feel so good… So deep…” Gasping between moans, she begs, “Please… Don’t stop… Harder…”
“You want more?” I growl, hips snapping roughly. Her body jerks with the force, her back sliding along the shiny hood. “You want to be fucked like the naughty girl you are?”
She moans, and the sound bellowing from her is broken and delicious. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”
“Look at you,” I groan, slamming into her again. “So fucking needy. So wet for me. Say it. Tell Daddy exactly what you want.”
“Use your pussy,” she cries out, arching beneath me. “Ruin me.”
“Be careful what you ask for.” I reach down and rub her clit in tight, firm circles, and she quickly comes undone beneath me. “Let me feel that sweet cunt squeeze me as I wreck you.”
She shatters around me with a loud, breathless “Daddy!” Her body locks up before pulsing in rhythmic waves. The sound of her unraveling sends me hurtling toward the edge, but I don’t follow her over yet. I pull out, slowly, letting her feel every inch slip free. Her breath still ragged, she whimpers in protest.
“Shhh,” I hush against her skin, dragging my mouth down her chest and across her stomach. I kiss and nip at her skin until I reach her thigh. With her leg over my shoulder, anchoring her in place, I bury my face in her pussy. The first lick is rough and possessive, and she gasps as my tongue glides from her entrance to her clit. I tongue-fuck her in slow, teasing circles before sucking her clit into my mouth. Her fingers lace through my hair. She yanks it hard, and I groan into her in response.
Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pull her tight to my face as I demandingly lick her to climax. Her hips buck wildly against my mouth—my tongue unrelenting against her overstimulated clit. “Cillian! Fuck! Daddy!” Her whole body shakes in my arms, and she fists my hair painfully tight, but I don’t stop. I ruthlessly assault her clit until she comes again—hard—her arousal coating my beard. Her body spasms, and her voice breaks as her screams echo off the trees around us. I stand and grip her hips, resting myself against her soaked entrance. She stares up at me with unfettered need. “Please.”
“Are you begging for mercy? Or more of my cock?” I rasp, dragging the tip along her drenched cunt.
“More… Please, Daddy.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice dark with need. “Because I’m going to fuck you so hard it hurts.”
“I don’t care,” she pants. “I need you.”
I savagely thrust back into her, burying myself to the hilt. Her eyes roll back, and her thighs tighten around my waist. I fuck her. Relentlessly. Every stroke shakes the car, pained whimpers and moans pouring from her lips as she scars my back with her nails.
