“Please. Harder. Fuck me harder.”
“Only if you say it again, little girl. Say my name. Call me by the name that was waiting in your heart to find me.”
“Daddy. Daddy, please. I need to come.”
EIGHT
CILLIAN
Crack. That is the sound of my self-control splitting. “That’s right, little girl. You’re begging Daddy to fuck you harder? Is that what you need...huh?” pulling out, I bend down and lick her pussy, needing to taste her once more. I like my woman innocent and soft outside in front of others and nasty in the bedroom. Getting one more lick, I crawl back up her body, stopping to kiss her womb, closing my eyes as I pray for the baby that is going to be inside of her. I am not only praying for the first one but for each one to come every year for the first ten years. After that, we can negotiate.
Making the rest of the way up, I rub my face against each of her nipples, ensuring I wipe the syrup from my face on each of them. “Get on your knees, baby girl. You want Daddy to fuck you harder?”
“Yes. Please. I need to come.” shit. Her begging is making me hard as fuck. Not saying a word, I push her shoulders to the bed, grab her hips and slam back inside of her, taking a moment to relish the feeling of her wet slippery cunt, wrapped and stretched around my cock. I know I am too deep when she screams and tries to move off him a little.
“Don’t fucking move, little flower. You begged me for this. You whined, begging Daddy to fuck you harder. Didn’t you? That’s what you asked for, greedy little bitch. You're going make me a father while you shout Daddy from your sweet little mouth. Tiny, juicy cunt.” I grunt in her ear as I pull her up by her hair. My body has a mind of its own, and that is focused solely on owning and breeding her. The noise is like an Orchestra. Moans, wet suction, cries, smacking, grunting, cursing. Sounds the fucking harmony to a love song. Our love song.
“Oomph. Daddy, please...Too deep.” she cries, holding her stomach and pushing against my thighs with her other hand. I should pull off. Give her some relief. Take pity on her, but I don’t. She fucked herself the minute she stepped foot in that store and got herself arrested and in the courtroom in front of me. Now, she will only ever get this side of me. The side that wants to dominate, control and own every part of her. Poor little flower. Should have stayed in L.A.
“FUCK!! Come, baby. Shit. Shit. Shit.” I can fill my balls begin to draw up as they get fuller and fuller, ready for the explosion. I need her to go first. I pinch her clit, and there is nothing to hold me back when her orgasm causes her cunt to ripple and suck my shit like a goddamn twister. “Shit, baby. Let go, baby. Fuck. Let go.” She is going to kill me if some oxygen doesn’t get to my cock. But oh, what a way to die. “It’s okay, sweet girl.” I need her to relax the walls of her pussy, even though her body is still shaking and jerking, so sweaty and pliant, sagging in my arms as she fights for breath. “Come on, sweet girl. Relax. I got you.” I whisper, kissing her neck and rubbing her head. Finally, after a few minutes, her cervix relaxes, and I remove my cock from inside of her, both of us groaning from the loss and the uncomfortability of being sensitive and throbbing. “Lay here, baby. I will be right back.” Laying her in the bed, I run to the bathroom run her a warm bath with some soothing salts.
My flower doesn’t wake up when I bathe her or when I take her out of the tub. Once she is dried off and lying in bed, I shower and come back to the bedroom. I can’t help but stare at this beautiful little Goddess that I just made a woman. Not bothering with clothes, I lay beside her and pull her into my arms. She snuggles into me like a tiny kitten, and I promise her and our child I just put inside of her to treasure both of them forever.
The fucking beeping is going to get on my nerve. Looking at the clock, I see we have been passed out for four hours. My hands travel down the body currently laying across me, and my cock is throbbing. He is happy as a pig in shit that I am awake. To him, it means he gets more of his new favorite toy, and as much as I agree with him, she is exhausted, and it is too soon to take her. Beep. Shit. Now I remember what woke me up. Careful not to wake her, I reach for my phone and see three missed calls and an email from my P.I. Choosing not to wake her, I open the email.