Page 26 of Wicked William

He pulls me closer and wraps his arms around me. I sigh into his embrace, feeling safe and content. “I am irrational about everything when it comes to you. The idea of you showing yourself on camera infuriates me but also makes me want to show you off. I can’t explain it.”

I shrug. “Some guys like to share.”

A mask of rage settles over his features briefly. “I’m not fucking sharing you.” He takes a deep breath. “It’s more of a possessive thing. I want to make sure everyone knows you’re mine. That I’m the lucky one who gets to sink into that perfect pussy whenever I want.” He kisses my forehead and I close my eyes, feeling like I’m in a dream. “Never been possessive before.”

“I’ve never been with anyone who’s possessive.”

“Does it bother you?”

“Did I sound bothered?”

William chuckles low. “You sounded like a woman who loves her Daddy’s dick.” He picks me up and pops me up on the countertop and stands between my legs, my skirt still rucked up to my thighs. “Never had a woman call me Daddy before either.”

And we’ve yet to talk about this. It seems important to draw attention to, but at the same time, it’s also effortless and natural. I don’t know what it means to him, though.

“I’ve never called anyone Daddy either.”

He kisses me again, and I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling a sense of joy I can’t explain.

“Do you like it? Having a Daddy?” he murmurs, his gaze burning into mine.

I nod, unable to find the words to express my pleasure. “Yes, Daddy, I love it.”

“I like being your Daddy. I like taking care of my good girl. And when she’s being naughty, I don’t mind making sure she’s taught the lesson she needs.” I hiss as William pushes his leaking cum back into my raw and sensitive pussy with one thick finger. “Such a messy girl. Sloppy pussy leaking everywhere instead of keeping Daddy’s cum where it belongs.”

I blush furiously. He’s so good at this.

“So, you’ll let me take care of you? That’s what a good Daddy does, doesn’t he? Takes care of his best girl. Makes sure she’s supported and safe. And then his best girl can give Daddy what he needs from her.”

“What do you need from me?”

“All your trembles, sweetheart. You give Daddy all the ones that make you feel good and all the ones that scare you so I can make them better. That’s what Daddy wants. Do you trust me?” William asks, his voice low and husky.

He wants my trembles. This man wants all mytrembles. What am I supposed to do with that?

“Yes,” I whisper. I feel like I’m about to unravel. I know better than to trust too much, need too much. But I don’t think I can fight this with him. “I trust you.”

Big hands stroke my hair, soothing everything he continues to rile up inside me. “You don’t put down roots easily. I get that. I see you keeping things light and breezy between us so you don’t have to feel too deep. But, baby girl, you can’t keep running forever.”

“I’m not running. I came to you, remember? I found you.”

“Your feet might be here, but your heart is running.” My body gives him my trembles as William’s finger circles and strokes my clit, slowly coaxing another orgasm to the surface while he keeps my gaze locked onto his. “Do you know what a real man does when a woman he cares about calls him Daddy?”

I shake my head. “What?”

“He takes care of her,” he whispers as he slides a second finger deep inside me. “He makes sure she gets all the pleasure she deserves.”

I moan, feeling an orgasm build already. William’s fingers move in perfect rhythm, pushing me higher and higher as if he’s been playing my body like an instrument for years, not days.

“A real man protects what’s his. He makes sure she’s always safe and loved. A real man, a good Daddy, will always put his woman ahead of him. He’ll never let her go.”

My breathing comes in ragged gasps as I reach my peak. William keeps his gaze on me, never breaking eye contact as he brings me over the edge.

As I come down from my orgasm, he wraps his arms around me while my body convulses into shivers. He’s too much. Too intense. He’s too much man for me.

“Such a good girl.”

The shivers turn to tears for some reason. I’m not prone to crying, but there doesn’t seem to be any other outlet for all the desperate things I’m feeling. I cling to his muscular body and try to hold in the sobs.

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