Page 97 of Don't Call Me Daddy
“What’s wrong, baby girl? Is your needy cunt aching for Daddy to fill it?”
He pushes himself right at my entrance, and I buck my hips into him, catching him off guard.
He jerks back, but not before the head of his cock nudges inside me; it’s thick and big enough to make my eyes water.
“Fuck, baby, not so fast. Let me ease you into it. I don’t want to hurt you,” he growls out, tightening his grip as he tries to regain his composure. There’s a slight tremor in his hands, which tells me it’s taking a massive amount of restraint to keep himself from taking me right here.
Leo Kingsley, always the picture of control, even when he’s fucking—and I’d really like to change that.
He moves himself back to my entrance, this time holding me at my waist. I love the way his hands feel, so possessive as he holds me, like he can’t decide which part of my body he wants to touch first, like he can’t get enough of me.
He slaps my ass again, and I let out a yelp of surprise and flinch.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this since the very first moment I laid eyes on you, with your cute-as-fuck overalls and that smart mouth of yours, always saying the first thing that came to your mind, no fucking filter whatsoever …”
He runs a palm over my ass like he’s trying to wipe the sting away, and then he pushes inside me ever so slightly, letting out a tortured sigh.
My body tenses as his cock stretches me past the point of comfort. Jesus, this man is huge. For once, I’m grateful for his incredible patience, making sure I’m ready.
“Shh, baby, just relax and breathe. You can take it. I know you can,” he whispers encouragingly as he laces his fingers in mine, watching my face for any sign that I’ve changed my mind.
But I’ve never wanted anything more than this.
I relax a little more, feeling the worst of the pain subside as I grip the fluffy bedding and brace myself for the rest of him.
“Goddamn it, you’re so fucking tight,” he grunts as he slowly inches himself inside me, being extra cautious to not hurt me. “But you can take it, can’t you, baby? You’re such a good little slut for me, so hungry for Daddy’s cock.”
He pinches my nipple as he pushes himself in fully, and I suck in a sharp breath.
He wasn’t lying when he warned me it would be a tight fit. I’ve never been stretched so full, but the pain quickly subsides as I relax my muscles around him. He fucks me slowly at first, each stroke bringing a new sensation of pleasure as he moves harder and faster.
Another hard slap to my ass in between thrusts, and I can’t do anything but hold on to the sheets as he drives his cock harder and deeper inside me, wringing out more and more pleasure by the second.
I don’t know if it’s his perfect cock, or the angle of my hips in this position bent over the bed, or that I’m pinned down and unable to move, but it’s almost too much in the very best way. It’s like Leo has a remote to the inner workings of my pleasure and has the dial turned all the way up to the top—another millimeter, and I’d spontaneously combust.
“Such a good girl, taking me so well,” he hisses, and then he grabs the bar between my legs and flips me over onto my back, pushing my knees up to my head. He uses the bar to maneuver me exactly where he wants, pushing my legs open wider as he fucks me in deep, rhythmic strokes.
The position hits an entirely new angle, and it’s like I’m experiencing sex for the very first time because there’s no way this is the same as the sex I’m used to. No, Leo’s tapped into some kind of secret power that only the professionals know about. He’s got me feeling tingles in places I never knew existed before tonight, places I’ll never be able to find again without his help …
It’s the kind of sex that makes you forget your name, who you are, and your reason for living. It redefines everything about you, rewiring your brain and baptizing you into a whole new state of being.
It’s only when I’m panting for air and my legs start to shake that he changes his rhythm.
“What are you—no—just keep going …” I shake my head, trying to urge him back.
He flashes me a wicked grin. “I can feel your pussy clenching, and I don’t remember giving you permission to come.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Leo
I knew it would be mind-blowing, but this? This is something straight out of my darkest fantasies, played out in real life, and I don’t even think this woman knows how much power she has over me.
Fuck, everything about her has me ready to throw it all away just to make her smile—hell, to hear her make that sound again. I love the noises she makes, like she’s truly surprised or caught off guard by her pleasure. I want to record her moaning and listen to it before I need to do anything competitive or perform because she’s got my ego sky high right now, and I feel like I could do anything with that power.
I grind myself inside her, rolling my hips and doing all that I can to keep myself under control. I’m not ready for this to end, and those whimpers she’s making aren’t doing anything to help my cause.
I fucking love having her pinned down like this, her legs spread open, knees by her ears, as I drive into her impossibly deep, burying myself all the way to the hilt. But what I love evenmore is how much she loves it too—the hungry look in her eyes, the way her bee-stung pink lips part as she moans, and how she’s so confident in her body, letting me maneuver her exactly how I want.
