“Oh do you like this position, baby? We’ve been in something close before, haven’t we?” He teased me, but all I could manage was a breathless yes. He thrust into my ass, making me cry out as I tried to adjust to his thick, long member as it pushed deep inside of me. This time, his fingers were at my clit, playfully circling it as he slowed his thrusting, watching my face as he fucked me.
“Daddy!” I cried out. “Please…” I trailed off, but I didn’t know what I was begging for.
Thankfully, Daddy did seem to know. He started to fuck me deeper, harder, but he kept that teasingly slow pace as he played with my clit. He kept right on the edge of orgasm, and the head rush was beginning to get to be too much. I felt too sensitive, and this he had two fingers filling my pussy as he continued to fuck my ass, but he was a little faster and harder now. I could feel him throb with each thrust, and I knew that Daddy wouldn’t last much longer. I didn’t want him to.
I cried out, screaming as my ass clenched around his cock and my pussy clenched on his fingers, but his thumb continued to rub my clit playfully. As I came, he came deep inside of my ass. We stayed there a moment, and my breathing was heavy. I was completely spent, and now that the pleasure was fading, I could feel the strain of such a position. Daddy had one foot off the bed, and he was kneeling with his other leg. He pulled out of me before helping me to sit up on the floor and then stand on shaky legs. I thought that I should go home. I had never stayed the night before.
“Shower and come back.” He told me, and I looked at him, shocked. Daddy gave me another look, and I knew everything had changed. He gently reminded me of rule number three, and with that I went to the shower, doing exactly what Daddy told me to do.
Chapter Nine
Waking up next to Daddy was a new experience all together. I looked at him, and I thought that he was sleeping with the way his chest moved so softly, but then he opened his eyes. His hand rested on my shoulder, and he smiled at me. He leaned in to kiss my forehead in a loving manner, and then he pulled back as I sat up. I wasn’t wearing anything, and despite my shower yesterday, I knew that I needed to shower this morning. My night had not ended there, and I was both sore and exhausted. I half expected him to push for sex, but he did not. He just laughed, shooing me off into his shower and threatening to join me if I didn’t hurry.
“Your mother will be here in a few hours. You need to go and I need to straighten up.” He said, and I nodded slowly as I looked at him.
“Yes, Daddy.” I said, and with perverse pleasure, I could see the lust enter his eyes again. There was a small part of me that wanted my mother to find us if only to show her that he was mine, but then I knew that everything we had would be gone and so would my mother. I shook the thoughts away, but it certainly wasn’t easy.
“I’ll call you.” He said, and I snorted.
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“Yeah. Like you called before, right?” I asked, turning to him with fresh pain and anger in my eyes. Daddy crossed the room, and he cupped my cheeks in his larger hands, tilting my head up so that he could kiss me. It was a soft, slow kiss, and it took me by surprise. It certainly wasn’t what I was expecting.
“I was busy. I wanted a relationship.” He said, and there was something close to hurt in his voice. I didn’t want it to be pain. I didn’t want to think I caused it, so I didn’t think on it any more.
“I’ll call.” Daddy said, and I nodded.
He kissed me one more time, and then I got dressed in the same thing I had on last night before sneaking out. I got into my car, and I drove away. I had no way to explain to my mother why I was there in her boyfriend’s home if she came early, and so I didn’t want to risk having to explain at all. I went to grab a bite to eat, trying to scrub the images of last night from my mind. It seemed like my world was spinning out of control, and I had no idea what to do with it.
From lunch to my house to the gym, it’d be hours before my phone buzzed again. It wasn’t a call, but I could tell I had a text message. For some reason, I already knew it was him, and so I hesitated to open the message. I bite my bottom lip, and I end up opening the message anyways.
She’ll be gone by nine. Be here by ten, baby.
It said, and I was right. It was Daddy’s number. This was another one of those moments I knew that would change everything if I let it. I could pretend that I didn’t see the message, but we both would know I did somehow. I could not go, but then everything would be over. I could go, and then I don’t know where everything would end. I looked at that message, hogging the machine I was on at the gym for a long time, and then I closed it.
I didn’t know how I was going to answer it, and so I tried to bury myself in the workout. It was five. I had time to get home, shower, and think before I replied, and I planned to take my time. There was a small part of me that already knew my answer. It was as clear as the desire that was burning through me, causing my juices to dampen my panties, and once again my clothes felt all too constricting.
Chapter Ten
Yes, Daddy.
It was all I sent back, and I knew that Daddy had gotten the message probably while my mother was there. I tried to push the guilt aside. That’s why he put rule number three down. I didn’t have to feel guilty. I was doing what my body and heart wanted, and everything else could be figured out later. Somehow, I knew it’d all end up alright and somehow I knew that he’d take care of me. I thought about this morning when he had told me exactly that.
“I know you’re nervous.” He said, and it was just starting to get late enough I was sure we’d sleep, but Daddy had a devious glint in his eyes again. I knew that it meant pleasure for me, and I wasn’t going to tell him I was too tired. I didn’t want to admit that I was nervous either.
“Oh, don’t act like you aren’t. It’s written all over your face, baby girl.” He said. He had taken to calling me baby girl all night, and I liked it a lot more than I had ‘little one’. Somehow, it made him seem a little more caring he had me pinned down in a moment, kissing my neck.
“So?” I said, as if it would take the guilt of what we were doing away, but it didn’t.
“So you don’t need to be nervous. You don’t need to be scared. You don’t need to be upset.” He said, and with each sentence was another kiss as he traced a line down my body with his tongue and lips, kissing and tasting every inch of me until he had his hands at my hips, looking up at me as he was between my spread legs.
“What we’re doing isn’t exactly right.” I had counted, and he had rolled his eyes.
“Not exactly wrong, and I can make it feel right.” Daddy told me.
He did make it feel right. His fingers pried my pussy lips open, and his tongue worked up and down my slit, flicking over my clit at just the right moments to make my back arch, and I cried out. My eyes would flutter closed as he pushed his tongue deep inside of me, fucking me with it, and despite being sore making me wish that he’d fuck me again. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I needed to feel Daddy inside of me.
He made me forget about all of the worry. He made me forget about the guilt, as I exploded around his tongue. He tasted my juices as he licked them up, and it was only when I settled back against the bed, gasping with my breasts shaking with each breath I took that he laid beside me. He pulled me close, and I laid my head down on his chest. I reached for Daddy’s cock, knowing it had to be hard, but Daddy grabbed my wrist.