“Such a good little girl,” he rasps, pulling my hair tight at the back of my neck, “Daddy’s pretty little toy,” he praises me with filthy words that only turn me on more.
Spit drips down my jaw, my throat, and puddles on the hardwood floor between my knees. He fucks my mouth as if I am nothing more than a toy for him to use. I want to be. I want to please him in the ways he pleases me. Take care of him because I know he will always take care of me. I gasp when he pushes deep in my throat, so deep my nose presses against his pelvis.
“Fuck, that’s it, pet,” he growls, his voice raspy and raw as he pumps his hips, “suck me down that pretty throat like a good slut.”
Watching him throws his head back and moan, I am overcome with sensations. Belonging.Ownership.Pride. Making him feel so good he lets go that way, makes me feel good. As if I finally know what I am supposed to be. I am more than just a plaything, but I right now that is all I want to be, and it feels so right I almost reach orgasm without him even touching me.
Parker pulls out of my mouth with a loud pop, gently swatting at the side of my face. Gazing down at me with lust fueled eyes, his chest pumps as he tries to catch his breath. I grin up at him, proud of myself for undoing him. He swats at my face again, but it does not hurt, and he grins too, giving a bemused shake of his head.
Before I can tell him I want to make him come in my mouth, I am lifted by the waist. Deposited on the bed, I shout when my thighs are shoved up and out for him to dive between them. Just a few licks of his hot tongue has me so close to coming, that my eyes cross. He won’t let me come though, not that easy. Just when I can feel it building between my legs, threatening to wash over me like a blazing fire singing me inside out, he stops.
“You belong to me, pet,” he declares as he props himself up on his forearm, looming over me as he waits for my gaze to meet his, “you are mine to play with, to please, and to provide for. I will take care of you, baby girl. You do understand that means you never have to worry about a thing again. Except what...” he trails off, pushing his swollen cock between my wet folds, teasing the clit with the tip.
“Taking care of you, daddy,” I whisper, my voice adoring and soft.
“That’s right, baby girl. Take care of me and I will take care of you. Always, Perri, I will always take care of you now. You won’t ever want or need for anything again, I swear to you,” he husks, his eyes sparkling as they hold mine, our breathing wild, our hearts beating in unison.
Nodding, I reach up to brush his dark hair away from his face, a sense of peace coming over me. I struggled for so long to get life right. To find my place somewhere. I was never going to find my place because among the world without him. Now I have my place, right here with him, being his good girl and finding how I am, reckless, impulsive, and sometimes wild, is how just how I am supposed to be.
“Now, take care of daddy by letting him bust that sugar sweet cherry,” he grunts, dragging his arousal down to push just a little inside.
“Daddy....” I whimper, closing my eyes, tilting my head back, and waiting for the pain of being split in half.
His thickness pushes deep slowly, the feeling of being full with him so dirty but so right, I let out a long moan. My eyes fly open. It feelsso good. I wait for the pain, the tearing, burning, ache that I know will come. When he settles against me, I realize he has done it. He fills me all the way, his rapid heartbeat thundering against my chest as his big body pins me down.
“Ah, fuck,” he rasps against my ear, his mouth flourishing wet kisses there, “took it so good, pet. Took all ten inches of daddy’s cock like a good slut. You want to come on my cock, baby girl? Soak me while I break in this tight cunt,” he demands, biting at my throat as he starts to thrust.
That blazing fire erupts into pinpricks of pleasure that explode into color washed fireworks. I do come, feeling the flood of wetness that soaks us both, but I am not shamed. I am proud. I am so connected to him as he thrusts into me, our gazes locked, our souls twined together as he makes me his.
“Good girl,” he growls as he pulls back, glancing down between us, “my perfect little girl taking daddy’s big cock like a greedy cock slut. Fuck seeing your cherry all over me, Christ, I’m going to fill you up, pet. Going to come so deep in that virgin cunt, no doubt you will be pregnant,” he hisses, throwing his head back as he starts to jerk his hips faster, faster, rutting into me like an animal. He looks like one, like a beast. Teeth gritted, body coiled, pleasure drowning his senses until he can focus on just one: breeding me.
I come again at the very idea. At the possibility of being tied to him forever that way. Of seeing him love something that we created together. Tears fill my eyes because I realize it then. In just a few days—did we really meet just days ago—I have fallen in love with the perfect, possessive flyboy.
Parker growls my name, an actual animal sounding growl laced with my name, and bends, pressing his forehead against mine. I feel him jerking inside of me, feel his cum dripping from me, but he does not move. Pressing his mouth against mine, he mutters something about perfection and praise and taking care of his good girl. I hold him close as we both catch our breath and before I realize it, we pass out.
Late afternoon sunlight dances against my lids and I pout, reaching for Parker. I crave the weight of his arms, the feel of his warm skin against mine. Only it’s not there. My eyes flutter open and panic engulfs me. I glance around to see it must be very late afternoon, given the darkness of the skies the buttery sun hangs in. I see no signs of Parker, but he can’t abandon me in his own place, can he?
Pushing to my feet, I get a few steps before I realize I am naked. I glance down, seeing the stains that were there after we made love have been washed away. I flush, touching my thighs, my sex, my stomach, seeing marks from Parker littering my skin. I ache as I head towards the bathroom to freshen up a bit more, but I am grinning like an idiot when I catch my reflection in the mirror.
I look happy—and I look like a girl in love.
Just as I turn on the faucet, I hear a crash. I jump and glance behind me before dropping the toothpaste and dashing from the bathroom. I snatch a shirt as I go, breathing Parker’s scent in deep as I pull it on. I rush down the hall and towards the kitchen, where I find a mess. A smoking pan lies in the middle of the floor, and I am greeted with the smell of bacon and coffee.
“Parker? What is it?” I take in the scattered bacon on the floor and rush past him, turning off the burner and trying to reach for him.
When he pulls away, stumbling a few feet back, I gasp. He may as well have slapped me. Shaking off the sting, I move to him again only to stop, the mess strewn across the tiled floor separating us. Parker shakes his head and sinks back against the wall, shaking his head. What could possibly be wrong?
“Don’t....please don’t. There....there was a...an accident,” he stammers, looking ashen and haunted when his eyes swing to mine.
“Oh my, was someone hurt? What is going on?” my voice is pleading because I am so confused, and I want to console him.
“It was...it was Gator. He...he was on patrols and....I have to go. I have to go right now. It would never have happened if I was there. I should have been there,” he rushes his words out before he storms from the room, leaving me stunned.
Should have been there—instead of herewith me?